A shadow rested on my sunny brow,
Such as a wintry cloud, when all is light, throws faintly over snow.
My step, too, had less lightness, and my breast
Throbbed quickly, while my heart beat, and my brain
Ran round and round, delirious with delight, so deep, it seemed like pain.
I left the song, the dance, my maiden mates —
An endless yearning filled my craving soul,
Which sadly walked apart from them toward some unknown and glorious goal.
One day, when thus depressed, I stood, in thought,
Beside a babbling brook, whose tinkling fall