Love-longing

Being enwreath'd in the summer-night,

surrounded by the great ocean,

makes the love that blooms in you

like the rushing of the spring flood.

So, the queen of love waits!

Drink your heart to the fullest

from its essence, and deep in it,

all your sorrows will sink,

sink, as in the eternal sea

that on the starry shore,

where, as if't were an eagle,

resolutely lands the yearning craft.