’Tis all but a vision to me.

High over yonder dwelling,

There rises a rainbow gay;
But she from home hath departed

And wander’d far, far away.

Yes, far away bath she wander’d,

Perchance e’en over the sea;
Move onward, ye sheep, then, move onward!

Full sad the shepherd must be.

1803.*
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Comfort in tears.

How happens it that thou art sad,

While happy all appear? 
Thine eye proclaims too well that thou

Hast wept full many a tear.

“If I have wept in solitude,

None other shares my grief,
And tears to me sweet balsam are,

And give my heart relief.”

Thy happy friends invite thee now,—­

Oh come, then, to our breast! 
And let the loss thou hast sustain’d

Be there to us confess’d!

“Ye shout, torment me, knowing not

What ’tis afflicteth me;
Ah no!  I have sustained no loss,

Whate’er may wanting be.”

If so it is, arise in haste!

Thou’rt young and full of life. 
At years like thine, man’s blest with strength.

And courage for the strife.

“Ah no! in vain ’twould be to strive,

The thing I seek is far;
It dwells as high, it gleams as fair

As yonder glitt’ring star.”

The stars we never long to clasp,

We revel in their light,
And with enchantment upward gaze,

Each clear and radiant night.

“And I with rapture upward gaze,

On many a blissful day;
Then let me pass the night in tears,

Till tears are wip’d away!

1803.*
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Night song,

When on thy pillow lying,

Half listen, I implore,
And at my lute’s soft sighing,

Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

For at my lute’s soft sighing

The stars their blessings pour
On feelings never-dying;

Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

Those feelings never-dying

My spirit aid to soar
From earthly conflicts trying;

Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

From earthly conflicts trying

Thou driv’st me to this shore;
Through thee I’m thither flying,—­

Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

Through thee I’m hither flying,

Thou wilt not list before
In slumbers thou art lying: 

Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

1803.*
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Longing.

What pulls at my heart so?

What tells me to roam? 
What drags me and lures me

From chamber and home? 
How round the cliffs gather

The clouds high in air! 
I fain would go thither,

I fain would be there!

The sociable flight

Of the ravens comes back;
I mingle amongst them,