Nothing he shines on can my bosom cheer:
I wish for nothing here below enjoyed.
Perchance beyond the borders of this earth,
Where the true sun looks down from other skies,
Could I but cast the slough of this world's birth,
What I so much have dreamed would meet my eyes.
There, filled from fountains whither thought aspires,
There might I find again, with hope and love,
This fair ideal every soul desires—
Find her who has no name save there above.