ALL night in vision behold I thee, And see thee greeting me kindly; And loudly weeping then throw I me Before thy sweet feet blindly. With sorrowing looks thou stand'st in my view, Thy fair locks mournfully shaking; While teardrops bright of pearly hue From thy dear eyes are breaking. A gentle word thou dost secretly say, And givest a cypress-wreath sweetly; I awake, and the wreath has vanish'd away, And the word is forgotten completely. |