Du bist wie eine Blume
So like a flower, so gentle,
So fair, so pure thou art,
That musing on thy beauty
Brings sadness to my heart.
I lay my hands, in spirit,
Upon thy gleaming hair,
Praying that God may keep thee
So sweet, so pure, so fair.
From the German of Heine
Home
Five weary days...and I shall creep
Into the shadow of her hair
And of her loveliness drink deep
And lose my desolation there,
Feeling her cool lips quench my own.
Lying so still, we shall not dare
To let one murmur like a stone
Into the pool of silence fall.
All senses will be fused in one:
Peace will surround us with a wall
Of visible music, moments go
Melodiously by, and all