III.
Bewitched I am by the summer night,
In silent thought I am riding;
Bright glow-worms through the thicket fly
Like happy dreams, which in times gone by
My longing heart were delighting.
Bewitched I am by the summer night.
In silent thought I am riding;
The golden stars shine so far and bright,
In the water's fair bosom is mirrored their light,