Diese Wolken in den Höhen
These Clouds on high
An die ferne Geliebte To the Distant Beloved
Jeitteles
These clouds on high,
These happy birds, all fly,
My love, to you.
Would I could fly, too.
The winds from the west
Caress your cheek and your breast
And playfully ruffle your hair.
Would I, too, were there.
The brook in sheer delight
Runs to you from yon’ height;
Might it capture your reflection?
Bring it to me, change direction?
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