As the flight of a river That flows to the sea My soul rushes ever In tumult to thee. A twofold existence I am where thou art; My heart in the distance Beats close to my heart. Look up, I am near thee, I gaze on thy face; I see thee, I hear thee, I feel thine embrace -- But all that I care for, And all that I know, Is that, without wherefore, I worship thee so -- A twofold existence I am where thou art; Hark, hear in the distance The beat of my heart! |