O! Such is her will that I must be calm
And should not speak a word
Her sweet strain alone should now embalm
The air all else be unheard!
A request sweeter to me was not made
Ever since I could hear
Happier words no one has said
My worried heart to cheer!
Oh! Stop my voice, if she has desired
My silence, which she sings
Her childhood's vision I have aspired
Since long for the joy it brings
Like a cloud she wandered with lovely gait
In the heaven o childhoods joy!
A victim now to youth’s new bait
She is loves helpless toy
She brought at my feet her richest treasure
Of all her early dreams
My pain her sorrow, my joy her pleasure
We are not two me seems
She opened my life, like a flower in the woods
Some fairy with a wand unfolds
O'er me her love, like a shadow broods,
My heart in a silk chain holds!
Let her enter the childhood's world again
Youth's joy is never as sweet!
Forever, I am mute if she sings the strain
In silence the gift to greet!
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