Homesickness I

How cozy was the spot

Where my cradle rocked,

There was not a tree nor hedge

That wasn't hung full of dreams.

Wherever a flower bloomed,

There also bloomed dreams along with it,

And everything sang and glowed

To me as I took each step.

I would not have left,

Not for the whole world! -

My longing, my yearning,

Dwells here in wood and field.