Fill up my cup
L. Lehmann
Fill up my cup, saying always the name of my Heliodora;
Say it and with pure wine mix the sweet name I adore.
Bring me out yesterday's garland that still with sweet odors is dripping;
Wreathe it around my brow, cherished reminder of her.
See the red rose ever dear to the heart of the lover, is weeping,
Knowing her far from me, far from my tender embrace.