Classic Poem

Wie dunkle Träume stehen

Like a dark dream the houses
Stretch in a ghastly row;
Wrapped in my mantle softly
I pass them, silent and slow.

The tower of the cathedral
Rings with the midnight hour;
And now my sweetheart is waiting
With all of her charms in flower.

The moon's my friend and companion,
He lights the ways that are dim;
And as I come to her dwelling
Gladly I call to him:

" I thank you, good old comrade,
Through you no path was furled;
And now, since I must leave you,
Go light the rest of the world.

" And if you find a lover
Heaving a lonely sigh,
Console him as you consoled me,
My friend, in the days gone by. "