Ich bat das Leben um ein freundlich Wort,
Das Kunde mir von dem Geliebten brächte!
Die Tage rollen unaufhaltsam fort -
Nun wend' ich flehend mich zu euch, Ihr Nächte!
Bringt, da der Sonne Glanz nichts mehr erhellt
Was meinem Herzen innig lieb gewesen,
Im Traume das geliebte Bild - im Feld
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It was the schooner Hesperus
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.The skipper he stood beside the helm;...