True Love

A maiden sat by the seashore

And looked, full of longing, into the distance.

"Where are you, my lover? What is keeping you so long?

The turmoil of my heart gives me no rest.

Ah, if only you would come today, my love!"

The evening approached, the sun sank low

At the edge of the sky.

"So the waves will never then bring you back?

It is then in vain that I peer in the distance.

Where will I find you again, my beloved?«

The creeping water played about her feet,

Like a dream of blissful hours;

She was drawn to the depths by some silent power:

No more did that lovely form stand on the shore;

She had found her beloved again!