Without awaking!

1816.

ELEGY: HAPPY WHO TO HIMSELF CONFESS.

HAPPY who to himself confess

His passion dares without terror;

Happy who in fate uncertain

By modest hope is fondled;

Happy who by foggy moonbeams

Is led to midnight joyful

And with faithful key who gently

The door unlocks of his beloved.

But for me in sad my life

No joy there is of secret pleasure;

Hope's early flower faded is,

By struggle withered is life's flower.

Youth away flies melancholy,

And droop with me life's roses;

But by Love tho' long forgot,

Forget Love's tears I cannot.

FIRST LOVE.

NOT at once our youth is faded,

Not at once our joys forsake us,

And happiness we unexpected

Yet embrace shall more than once;

But ye, impressions never-dying

Of newly trepidating Love,

And thou, first flame of Intoxication,

Not flying back are coming ye!

ELEGY: HUSHED I SOON SHALL BE.

HUSHED I soon shall be. But if on sorrow's day

My songs to me with pensive play replied;

But if the youths to me, in silence listening

At my love's long torture were marvelling;

But if thou thyself, to tenderness yielding

Repeated in quiet my melancholy verses

And didst love my heart's passionate language;