All is drear and gloomy
    That around me lies;
  Now my sister’s pastimes
    I no longer prize;
  In my chamber rather
    Would I weep alone;
  Since my eyes beheld him
    Blind methinks I’m grown.

  2

  He, the best of all, the noblest,
    O how gentle!  O how kind
  Lips of sweetness, eyes of brightness,
    Steadfast courage, lucid mind.

  As on high, in Heaven’s azure,
    Bright and splendid, beams yon star,
  Thus he in my heaven beameth,
    Bright and splendid, high and far.

  Wander, wander where thou listest,
    I will gaze but on thy beam;
  With humility behold it,
    In a sad, yet blissful dream.

  Hear me not thy bliss imploring
    With prayer’s silent eloquence? 
  Know me now, a lowly maiden,
    Star of proud magnificence!

  May thy choice be rendered happy
    By the worthiest alone! 
  And I’ll call a thousand blessings
    Down on her exalted throne.

  Then I’ll weep with tears of gladness;
    Happy, happy then my lot! 
  If my heart should rive asunder,
    Break, O heart—­it matters not!

  3

  Is it true?  O, I cannot believe it;
    A dream doth my senses enthrall;
  O can he have made me so happy,
    And exalted me thus above all?

  Meseems as if he had spoken,
    “I am thine, ever faithful and true!”
  Meseems—­O still am I dreaming—­
    It cannot, it cannot be true!

  O fain would I, rocked on his bosom,
    In the sleep of eternity lie;
  That death were indeed the most blissful,
    In the rapture of weeping to die.

  4

  Help me, ye sisters,
  Kindly to deck me,
    Me, O the happy one, aid me this morn! 
  Let the light finger
  Twine the sweet myrtle’s
    Blossoming garland, my brow to adorn!

  As on the bosom
  Of my loved one,
    Wrapt in the bliss of contentment, I lay,
  He, with soft longing
  In his heart thrilling,
    Ever impatiently sighed for today.

  Aid me, ye sisters,
  Aid me to banish
    Foolish anxieties, timid and coy,
  That I with sparkling
  Eye may receive him,
    Him the bright fountain of rapture and joy.

  Do I behold thee,
  Thee, my beloved one,
    Dost thou, O sun, shed thy beam upon me? 
  Let me devoutly,
  Let me in meekness
    Bend to my lord and my master the knee!

  Strew, ye fair sisters,
  Flowers before him,
    Cast budding roses around at his feet! 
  Joyfully quitting
  Now your bright circle,
    You, lovely sisters, with sadness I greet.

  5

  Dearest friend, thou lookest
    On me with surprise,
  Dost thou wonder wherefore
    Tears suffuse mine eyes? 
  Let the dewy pearl-drops
    Like rare gems appear,
  Trembling, bright with gladness,
    In their crystal sphere.