Classic Poem

Auf Flügeln des Gesanges

On the wings of Song, my dearest,
I will carry you off, and go
To where the Ganges is clearest;
There is a haven I know.

In the moonlight's glow and glister
Fair gardens radiate;
Eager to greet their sister
The lotus-flowers wait.

Violets tease one another
And gaze at the stars from the vales;
Roses are telling each other,
Secretly, sweet-scented tales.

And lightly, trespassing slowly,
Come the placid, timid gazelles;
Far in the distance, the holy
River rises and swells.

O, that we two were by it!
Beneath a palm by the stream.
To drink in love and quiet,
And dream a peaceful dream.