(From the German of Chamisso.)

FULL oft, before the morning

Has the eastern sky made gray,

At the window I've waited, trembling,

And gaz'd far, far away.

And in the hours of noonday

Have I wept, ah, bitterly!

But I meant at heart to murmur,

"Yet will he come to me."

The night, the night is coming,

That I long have sought to shun;

I have lost what I lov'd the dearest -

The day, alas, is done!