Rest in the loved one

So let me ever sit beside thee,

ever let me sit as now;

lay thy two hands, so calm and gentle,

softly upon my burning brow.

At thy dear feet thus humbly kneeling,

let now me taste ecstatic joy,

and speechless on thy breast reclining

in rapture let me close mine eye.

Let it but open to the radiance,

that from thine own doth on me fall;

therein will I repose forever,

o thou my world, my life, my all!

O let it open to the tear-drop,

which thence doth burning force its way,

that clear and limpid, ere I know it,

from 'neath my closed lid doth stray.

Thus am I calm, thus am I gentle,

thus am I kind and thus at peace,

for I have thee, 'tis life's fulfillment!

For I have thee, my wishes cease.

Thine arm's the cradle of my sorrow,

while love's narcotics close mine eye,

and every breath, that heaves thy bosom,

breathes in my heart a lullaby.

And each a life for me containeth!

Could I thus forever rest

and mark our hearts' responsive beating,

while trembling rapture fills my breast!

Thus by our love's deep night enfolded

we've bid to world and time farewell;

in rapt delight we're resting, dreaming,

beneath oblivion's blissful spell.