Far, far from each other

Far, far from each other

Our spirits have flown.

And what heart knows another?

Ah! who knows his own?

Blow, ye winds! lift me with you

I come to the wild.

Fold closely, O Nature!

Thine arms round thy child.

Ah, calm me! restore me

And dry up my tears

On thy high mountain platforms,

Where Morn first appears,