Dreary the horn sounds in the eve on the hill,
Sheepflocks return, stars on their way twinkle still,
Watersprings weep murmuring clear, and I see
Under a tree, love, thou art waiting for me.
Holy and pure passes the moon on the sky,...
Down where the lonely poplars grow
How often have I erred;
My steps that all the neighbours know
You only have not heard.
Towards your window lighted through
How oft my gaze has flown;
A world entire my secret knew
You only have not...
All those sleepy birds
Now tired from flight
Hide among the leaves
Good-night!
Only the spring whispers
When the wood sleeps silently;
Even flowers in the gardens
Sleep peacefully!
Swans glide to their nest
Sheltering among...
What loneliness
to find no meaning
when there is a meaning
And what loneliness
to be blind in the full light of day,
and deaf, what loneliness,
amidst the swelling of a song
But not to understand
when there is no meaning,
and...
