I.
(“Mein Pferd geht langsam durch die nacht.”)
My steed goes slowly through the night;
The moon is half in shadow,
With clouds that steal across her light
Like lambs across a meadow.
A sudden stillness fills my heart,
With grief so lately movèd,
For in thy thoughts I have a part,
Tonight, my best belovèd.
In every whisper of the wind
Thy greeting I discover;
O may’st thou in the breezes find
The kisses of thy lover.
