What a sweet song!
Mathilde von Kralik
What a sweet song!
O lark! Your song,
It lifts, it swings in delight.
You take me from here,
I sing with you,
We climb through clouds to the sun.
O lark! You curve
Down, you are silent,
You sink into the blooming meadows.
I am also silent
And sink to the valley,
Ah! Deep in mold and horror.