Thinking Of Germany In The Night Robs

The Spring's Already At The Gate With Looks My Care Beguiling; The Country Round Appeareth Straight A Flower-garden Smiling.

When The Heroes Go Off The Stage, The Clowns Come On.

Glow-worms On The Ground Are Moving, As If In The Torch-dance Circling.

Matrimony; The High Sea For Which No Compass Has Yet Been Invented.

Oh, They Loved Dearly: Their Souls Kissed, They Kissed With Their Eyes, They Were Both But One Single Kiss.