The one so yearned for
Fanny Hensel
If only the next spring would bring you to my arms!
If only the birds would sing me my wedding song from the blossoms,
Then, then I would be blessed
on earth with the bliss of heaven.
Ecstasy! She will conjure paradise for me!
She will gladly wander with me in God's garden;
she will rock in my arms
and give wings to the spring evening.
Come, the tears of yearning in my eye call to you!
and this fluttering heart, full of sweet foreboding!
Dismally flowed my life -
O messenger of heaven, come to cheer it.