Awaking from the thrall of deepest dreams
Anton von Webern
Awaking from the thrall of deepest dreams
As if from long reflection,
he leant' to the pale lips.
Offering her only great tenderness.
She gratefully responded to his ardor
And they embraced then with such passion,
She offered answers against highest hopes
That he, still doubting, yielded to.
O how the blissful minutes flow!