My love, where tarries
Julius Stern
My love, where tarries
Your wrongly-treading feet?
The nightingale chatters
About yearning and kisses.
The trees whisper
In the golden luster,
Dreams slip in
Through my window.
Ah! Do you know the pining
Of a throbbing breast?
- these thoughts and hopes
full of pain and full of joy?
Give wing to your haste
And rescue me,
While it remains night;
We shall fly from here.
The sails, they swell,
Fear is but a trifle:
There, beyond the waves
Is our homeland.
Our home recedes.
So let it!
Love draws
the thoughts powerfully.
Hark! ecstatically resound
the waves in the sea.
They bounce and jump
Cheerily along.
And should they lament?
They call for you!
They know that they are carrying
Love from here.