Music: Hertrich

Lyrics: Hertrich



I look upon myself and curse my fate

Shall I compare You to a winter day ?

Pull down Your vanity, I say pull down !

A world of made is not a world of born



I all alone beweep my outcast state

and my eternal spring it shall not fade

Some safer world in depths of wood embrace

The stars move still with sound of glace



And all he air a solemn stillness holds

My ear is much enarmoured of Your silent notes



What angel wakes me from my flowered bed ?

Oh, You have killed my sleeping fairy-land

I pray, You gentle mortal, sing again,

I'm wandering 'till truth makes all things plain



By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn

so stay but here awhile most radiantly



How glorious once above thy spear

and all the air

Heaven's matchless king does glance

methoughts he is here