Classic Poem

Ich stand in dunkeln Träumen

I stood bewildered, seeing
Her picture there — and lo,
That fair, beloved likeness
Began to live and glow.

About her lips there trembled
A laughter, strange and dear;
And, through the tears of sorrow,
Her gleaming eyes shone clear.

Wet were my cheeks; the tear-drops
Were falling fast and free . . .
And oh, I cannot believe it,
That you are lost to me!