Me thinks this heart should rest a… So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting sm… Nor mirth nor music wakes my Hall… I have sat lonely all the day

For him who struck thy foreign str… I ween this heart has ceased to ca… Then why dost thou such feelings b… To my sad spirit—old Guitar? It is as if the warm sunlight

‘Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear… While summer’s sun is beaming! Space—sweeping soul, what sad refr…

It was night and on the mountains Fathoms deep the snow drifts lay; Streams and waterfalls and fountai… Down the darkness stole away. Long ago the hopeless peasant

How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whisper… “ Tomorrow, wake, but, dream to—ni… Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!

That wind I used to hear it swell… With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears w… But rapture made me weep I used to love on winter nights

The wind was rough which tore That leaf from its parent tree The fate was cruel which bore The withering corpse to me We wander on we have no rest

Cold in the earth—and the deep sno… Far, far removed, cold in the drea… Have I forgot, my only Love, to l… Severed at last by Time’s all—sev… Now, when alone, do my thoughts no…

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask, no eye would… I never caused a thought of gloom, A smile of joy, since I was born. In secret pleasure, secret tears,

How beautiful the earth is still, To thee —how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress! How spring can bring thee glory, y…