Classic Poem

The clouds are moving,
The oak-woods roar,
The maiden is sitting
On ocean shore.
The waves are breaking with might, with might,
Her sighs go forth on the gloomy night,
Her eyes are discolored with weeping.

" The heart is now perished,
The world is void,
And henceforth to me
My wish is denied.
Thou Holy One! now thy child recall;
Of earthly pleasures I've compassed all
In the joy of living and loving.

" The course of my tears
Flows on in vain;
My plaint will awaken
The dead not again.
But, tell me, what heals and consoles the heart,
When sweet love's pleasures and joys depart? "
" I, the Heavenly! will not withhold it. "

" The course of my tears
Flows on in vain;
My plaint will awaken
The dead not again.
To sorrowing hearts the sweetest delight,
When beauteous love's dearest joys take flight,
Is its mournful pains and lamentings. "