As in waves without number

As in waves without number the sea

beats still in immortal unrest;

so ever with yearning for thee

the swelling heart throbs in my breast.

As the moon keeps ist course all unmoved,

however the ocean may sway,

so thou, with thy heart all unproved,

goest calm on thy beauteous way.

O thou moon of desire, on me

with kindlier glance look down;

draw me up like a flame unto thee,

let my soul in thy radiance drown!