Wandl' ich in dem Wald des Abends Through the wood when I am wandering In the dusky eventide, Goes a dainty form in silence Always closely at my side. Is not this thy veil, the white one? This the gentle face I love? Is it merely moonlight breaking Through the gloomy firs above? Is that sound the sound of weeping From mine own eyes welling deep? Or dost thou, Beloved, truly Walk to-night by me and weep? Es ragt ins Meer der Runenstein The Runic stone from the sea rears high Where I sit and dream and ponder; The winds they pipe; the sea-gulls cry; The billows foam and wander. Oh, many a maiden loved have I, With many a lad gone roaming— Where are they now? The winds, they sigh- The billows wander foaming.
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