Dies eine kann mein Sehnen nimmer fassen
This is beyond my yearning's grasp


This is beyond my yearning’s grasp;
That the road that linked us is no more,
That you may pass before my door
Along distant, silent, unknown paths.

Could I wish to see my image of you fade
Like sunshine swallowed by the mist,
Like the happy image of a scene
Sunk within the mirror of a pool at dusk?

Rain falls, the weary trees are dripping;
Like fallen leaves the sun-filled hours lie scattered.
As yet I have not found my self in this, my fate,
Nor in its boundless darkness’ depths.