Wesendonck-Lieder Wesendonck Songs


What wondrous dreams are these
Holding my mind in thrall,
That they, like insubstantial foam,
Don’t barren emptiness recall.

Dreams that flower with greater beauty
With every hour of every day,
And blissful intimations of heaven
Throughout my inner self convey.

Dreams that like the rays of glory
Run through me to the very core,
Creating a picture there, effacing
All but one, for evermore.

Dreams as when the spring-time sun
Frees snowbound flowers with a kiss
So that the new day welcomes them
With unimaginable bliss,

So they may grow and bloom,
Dreaming exude their scent,
Their glow gently fading on your breast
Until their life is spent.