Desire

O Love, my love and perfect bliss!

God in His goodness grant me this --

I see thee soon again.

Nought else I need to take away

The grief that for thy sake away

Doth keep me in great pain.

Alas! I know not what to do,

Nor how to get good news and true:

Dear God, I pray to Thee:

If else Thou canst not comfort me,

Of thy great mercy make that he

Send speedy news to me.

Within my father's garden walls

There is a tree, -- when April falls

It blossometh away.

There wend I oft in winter drear,

Yea, and in spring, the winds to hear,

The sweet winds at their play.