The Poems of Goethe, Translated in the Original Metres
Chapter 9
My grief no mortals know,
Except the yearning! Alone, a prey to woe,
All pleasure spurning, Up tow'rds the sky I throw
A gaze discerning.
He who my love can know
Seems ne'er returning; With strange and fiery glow
My heart is burning. My grief no mortals know,
Except the yearning! -----