Die Verbannten Kinder Eva's - Arise from Dreams of Thee lyrics

I arise from dreams of thee

In the first sweet sweep of night,

When the winds are breathing low,

And the stars are shining bright.

The nightingale's complaint,

It dies upon her heart,

As I must die on thine,

O, beloved as thou art!

My cheek is alas!

My heart beats loud and fast:

Oh! press it close to thine again,

Where it will break at last