No one knows or guesses

No one knows or guesses

how glad I am, so glad!

Alas, if only one could know it, just one -

no other soul should know it!

The snow outside is not so quiet -

nor as mute and silent

are the lofty stars,

compared with my thoughts.

I wish it were morning already;

up would fly two larks,

flying over each other,

and my heart would follow their course.

I wish I were a little bird -

I would fly over the sea,

well across the sea and farther,

until I were in heaven!