Classic Poem

Mir redet ein die Eitelkeit

Your love for me (so says my pride)
Is of a godlike fashion;
But deeper wisdom tells me that
It's only your compassion.

You give me more than is my due
When others underrate me;
And you are doubly sweet and kind
Because they wound and hate me.

You are so fond, you are so fair,
Your goodness overpowers!
Your speech is music, and your words
More perfumed than the flowers

You are a friendly star to me,
Shining with gentle gladness;
You make this earthly night less black,
And sweeten all my sadness.