A keresés eredménye

In fairest meads and meadows

In fairest meads and meadows my homeland's house is found:
I wandered in this valley for many an hour.
Thousand times a hail to my placid vale!
I wandered in this valley for many an hour.
 
Had I to leave the valley, where all is joy and song,
’t would be but grief and sorrow, my final walk.
Thousand times a hail to my silent vale!
’t would be but grief and sorrow, my final walk.
 
Be in this peaceful valley my grave and then may all
sing to me at my hour by evenfall!
To my quiet vale 't is a final hail!
Sing to me at my hour by evenfall.
 

Spirits around

What is it that wafts around my temple
like a mild breeze in spring,
what plays about my cheeks
like sweet scent of roses?
 
It is your graceful thought
that consolingly plays about me,
it is your silent yearning
that cools my temple!
 
And that which whirrs through my senses
like sounds of a harp,
it is my name, which softly
wanders from your lips.
 
I feel you near!
It is your desire, your spirit,
that pulls me from
far away to your bosom.