Excerpt: ... loved heart in thy bosom Love for me should ever cherish. But the task proves all too easy, Strange regrets begin to move me. Meanwhile many a time I whisper: "If I could but make her love me!" LI. When on my couch reclining, Buried in pillows and night, There hovers then before me A form of grace and light. As soon as quiet slumber Has closed my weary eyes, Then softly does the image Within my dream arise. Pg 103 But with my dream at morning, It never melts away; For in my heart I bear it Through all the livelong day. LII. Maiden with the lips of scarlet, Clearest, sweetest eyes that be, O my darling little maiden, Ever do I think of thee! Dreary is the winter evening: Would that I were in thy home, Sitting by thee, calmly chatting, In the cosy little room. And upon my lips, my darling, I would press thy small white hand. I would press and I would moisten With my tears thy small, white hand. Pg 104 LIII. Let the snow without be piled, Let the howling storm rage wild, Beating o'er the window-pane,- I will never more complain, For within my heart bide warm Spring-tide joy and sweetheart's form. LIV. Some to Mary bend the knee, Others unto Paul and Peter, I, however, I will worship, Sun of beauty, only thee. Kiss me, love me, dearest one, Be thou gracious, show me favor, Fairest sun among all maidens, Fairest maiden under the sun. Pg 105 LV. Did not my pallid cheek betray My love's unhappy fate? And wilt thou force my haughty lips To beg and supplicate? Oh far too haughty are these lips, They can but kiss and jest. They speak perchance a scornful word, While my heart breaks in my breast. LVI. Dearest friend, thou art in love, Tortured with new woes thou art; Darker grows it in thy brain, Lighter grows it in thy heart. Dearest friend, thou art in love, Though thou hast not yet confessed. I can see thy flaming heart Burn already through thy vest. Pg 106 LVII. I fain by thee would tarry, To rest there and to woo; But thou away must hurry, Thou...
