This evening they’ve a party,
The house is fill’d with light;
By yonder shining window
A shadowy form’s in sight.
Thou see’st me not, in darkness
I stand below and apart;
Still less canst thou see ever
Inside my darksome heart.
My darksome heart doth love thee,
It loves thee and it breaks,
And breaks, and bleeds, and quivers,
But thou see’st not how it aches.
62.
I would that my woes all their fulness
In one single word could convey;
To the merry winds straight would I give it,
Who would merrily bear it away.
That word so teeming with sadness
They would carry, my loved one, to thee
Thou wouldst hear it at every moment,
Wouldst hear it where’er thou mightst be.
As soon as thine eyelids at nighttime
Are peacefully closèd in sleep,
My word would straightway pursue thee
Far into thy visions most deep.
63.
Thou hast pearls, thou hast diamonds also,
Hast all that mortals adore;
Thine eyes are among the fairest,—
My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?
Upon thine eyes so beauteous
I’ve written many a score
Of sweet immortal ballads,—
My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?