I love a flower

I love a flower, if 'tis requited, I know not,

that gives me pain.

I look into all flower-blooms

and seek a heart.

Flowers are fragrant in the evening-light;

the nightingale sings,

I search for a heart, as beautiful as mine,

that moves as beautifully.

The nightingale sings, and I understand

the sweet song:

we're both so anxious and sad,

so sad and anxious.