Die Mainacht
May Night
Hölty
As the moon shines silver through the trees
Casting its sleepy light on the grass,
The nightingale sings,
And I wander sadly from bush to bush.
Hidden, a pair of doves coo
Their pleasure, but I turn aside
In search of deeper shade,
And shed a tear.
‘Oh when, you smiling face, which like the dawn
Lights up my soul, will I find you here on earth?’
And the tear burns my cheek.
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