Classic Poem

Mir träumte von einem Konigskind

I dreamed of the daughter of a king;
With teary, weary faces
We sat beneath a linden's wing
Wrapt in each other's embraces.

" I do not want thy father's throne,
His scepter with gold o'erladen,
I do not want his brilliant crown,
I want but thee, dear maiden. "

" That cannot be, " she said to me,
" For in the grave I am lying,
And only at night I come to thee,
Because my love is undying. "