How Vast This World!

How vast this world in which we move,
And thou, how small thou art, my dove!
But if thou didst belong to me
The world I would not take for thee.

Thou art the sun, but I the night.
Full of deep gloom, deprived of light.
But should our hearts together meet,
A glorious dawn my life would greet.

Ah! look not on me; close thine eyes;
My soul beneath thy glances dies;
Yet. since thou can'st not love me, dear,
Let my bereaved soul perish here.