Und jetzt steh ich hier im Dunkeln, Träum von lang vergangener Zeit, In der ich noch mehr empfinden konnte Als tiefe Trauer tiefstes Leid. Warum fliehen die Gedanken Nie nach vorne nur zurück? So als...
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less, So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that...
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not...