Bright-Blue the Night

Bright-blue the night, stars gleam on high-
While from the open window I
The heaven view with wistful eyes:
My soul to my beloved-one flies.

Bright, starry sky and sweetheart maid,
No fairer things our Lord-God made;
At least I, who the world well know,
Can truly say I find it so.

The waning moon sinks to the west,
Behind yon mountain to find rest.
My own woe like she groweth pale,
Until to note it e'en I fail.
Within the sky the Pleiads glow,
Some roosters in the distance crow.
It dawns, a sharp fresh wind arose,
It coolingly around me blows.

Shall I my window leave, lie down?
Let golden dreams my sleep now crown?
Oh, no! -not e'en the fairest dream,
Makes life so sweet it now doth seem.