The evening star

Are you then really so far,

loveliest glittering star?

Secretly each hour I am

yearning to travel to you.

Brightly you look through the night,

still, until sorrow awakes,

shimmering long in the light,

faint, with the rising of sun.

Doesn't your intimate light

bid me to peacefully lie?

Seeing you, glittering star -

yes, I would so gladly die.