To thy soul not give it shall

Pure memories and tender.

But on sad days, in calmness

Do pronounce it sadly;

Say then: I do remember thee -

1829.

THE AWAKING.

On earth one heart is where yet I live!

YE dreams, ye dreams,

Where is your sweetness?

Where thou, where thou

O - joy of night?

Disappeared has it,

The joyous dream;

And solitary

In darkness deep

I awaken.

Round my bed

Is silent night.

At once are cooled,

At once are fled,

All in a crowd

The dreams of Love -

Still with longing

The soul is filled

And grasps of sleep

The memory.

O - Love, O Love,

O - hear my prayer:

Again send me

Those visions thine,

And on the morrow

Raptured anew

Let me die