Morning greetings

Julius Weismann

The sun is already climbing over the hills,

I hear the flock of lambs far away;

My darling, my love, my sunshine and joy,

I would like to see you one more time.

I look upward, searching,

"Farewell, my child, I travel from here!"

In vain! No curtain moves,

She is still asleep, and dreaming of me.