O, SAY, 'neath what celestial sign
The day doth lie,
When ne'er again this heart of mine
Away will fly?
And e'en though fled (what thought divine!)
Would near me lie?-
On the soft couch, on whose sweet shrine
My heart near hers will lie!
O, SAY, 'neath what celestial sign
The day doth lie,
When ne'er again this heart of mine
Away will fly?
And e'en though fled (what thought divine!)
Would near me lie?-
On the soft couch, on whose sweet shrine
My heart near hers will lie!
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe