What Would I Not Have Done

What would I not have done for thee
My pretty, sweet, blonde maid!

E'en to submit my true love's plea
My cruel fate forbade.

All that I was ever allowed

For thee, love, to perform:

Was this, I spread the funeral shroud
Over thv lifeless form.
WHERE ART...
(Hova lettel.)

Where art thou who hast been the morning star, —
Too soon extinguished though, — of all my hopes?

I look for thee, but vain my efforts are,

We meet? We don't? My mind in darkness gropes.

When in the silent night the moon shall spread
Her yellow rays all over earth, then I

My ways wend to the city of the dead
And consolation there to find shall try.

Wilt from thy' sleep aroused be by my call?

Wilt then thou leave thy cool, deep couch below
The earnest words of love to hear which all

Mv heart and soul then utter in their woe? • :

Will then my call arouse thee from thy sleep,
Wilt then thou leave thy cool, deep couch below,

To wipe away the burning tears I weep,

The tears which but for thee beloved one, flow?

Will then my call arouse thee from thy sleep,
Wilt then thou leave thy cool, deep couch below?

Will to thy spirit, rising from the deep.
My burning kiss give of its warming glow?
Or does no grave e'er ope again its door?

And shall we but in heaven meet again?
Or will no night, no heaven evermore

'Bring us together? Are my hopes all vain!