Aug', mein Aug', was sinkst du nieder?
Goldne Traeume, kommt ihr wieder?
Weg, du Traum! so Gold du bist;
Hier auch Lieb' und Leben ist.
Auf der Welle blinken
Tausend schwebende Sterne;
Weiche Nebel trinken
Rings die tuermende Ferne;
Morgenwind umfluegelt
Die beschattete Bucht,
Und im See bespiegelt
Sich die reifende Frucht.
Fresh cheer and quickened blood I suck
From this wide world and free;
How dear is Nature and how good!
A mother unto me!
Rocked by the wavelets speeds our skiff
To the oar's measured beat;
Cloudclapt, the heaven-aspiring hills
Appear our course to meet.
Why sink my eyelids as I gaze?
Ye golden dreams of other days,
Come ye again? Though ne'er so dear,
Begone! Are life and love not here?
The o'erhanging stars are twinkling
In myriads on the mere;
In floating mists enfolded
The far heights disappear.
The morning breeze is coursing
Round the deep-shadowed cove;
And in its depths are imaged
The ripening fruits above.
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