My Julia Is Mine, at Last

My Julia is mine at last,

Forever mine alone,
To God and all the world, I can
Proclaim her as my own.
In joyful mood now, I have not
Forgotten former woe,
Shall I now laugh, shall I now weep
With joy, I do not know.
Am I the man who until now
But misery had seen?
And to whose heart, each day of life

A dreadful curse had been?
Am I indeed the man who now
With happiness is blessed?

No man throughout the world has e'er
Bliss like my own possessed.

Most eagerly the fall of leaves, .

The autumn I expect,
The autumn will my life's spring be:

I'll be bridegroom-elect.

Into the future I not look.

I do not even try.
This future is like noonday-sun.
It would blinden my eye.
I rather look into the moon,
Into the yesterday.
It is as fair, but gentler is
The pale moon's silver ray.
Mow glorious this yesterday
Which at her home I spent.
Eternity 'tis in its bliss
That one day's great event.
'Tis then I drew her to my side.
.And burning hot the breath
Which, when I kissed her ruby lips.
-My lips encountereth.
My own lips flamed up from that kiss!
E'en now I feel the glow,
As if a melting sun's fierce flames

Would still within me flow.
I do not even fear the grave.

Its cold can do no harm.
These flames shall even there my heart

Protectingly keep warm.
— i o