Classic Poem

" In meiner Brust, da sitzt ein Weh "

" Within my breast there's such a woe
That I am torn asunder.
It stirs, and though I stay or go
It drives me always yonder.

" It drives me to my love, it cries
As though she still could heal me.
Alas, one look from Gretel's eyes
And I must fly, conceal me.

" I climb the mountain's highest peak:
Man is, at least, alone there;
Where all is still and none may seek
My heart may weep and moan there. "