Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart for ever, ever more? All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, thee All my life's bliss is in the grave with But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy; Cold in the earth- and fifteen wild Then did I learn how existence could be cherished, Decembers, From these brown hills, have melted | Strengthened, and fed without the into spring: Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers [fering! After such years of change and suf Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along; Other desires and other hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong! No later light has lightened up my heaven, No second morn has ever shone for me; aid of joy. |