When the dim starlight shines.

Great God! the name! once more it came

Ringing across the dark!

“Loibich!” it cried. The night is wide,

The dim pines stand and hark.

“Loibich! Loibich! my soul is sick

With hungering for thee!

The night fades fast, the hours fly past;

Stay not, come forth to me!”

The cloudwrack grey did break away,