LVI. Dearest friend, thou art in love, Tortured with new woes thou art; Darker grows it in thy brain, Lighter grows it in thy heart. Dearest friend, thou art in love, Though thou hast not yet confessed. I can see thy flaming heart Burn already through thy vest. LVII. I fain by thee would tarry, To rest there and to woo; But thou away must hurry, Thou hadst too much to do. I told thee that my spirit Was wholly bound to thee, And thou didst laugh to hear it, And curtsy low to me. Yea, thou did'st much misuse me, In all my love's distress, And even didst refuse me At last the parting kiss. I will not for thy glory Go drown, when all is o'er; My dear, this same old story Befell me once before. LVIII. Sapphires are those eyes of thine, So lovely and so sweet, Thrice blessed is the happy man Whom they with love will greet. Thy heart, it is a diamond, That sheds a splendid light. Thrice blessed is the happy man For whom it glows so bright. As red as rubies are thy lips, Naught fairer can I prove. Thrice blessed is the happy man To whom they whisper love. Oh, knew I but that happy man, Could I at last discover, Deep in the greenwood, all alone-- His bliss were quickly over. LIX. Lovers' vows, wherefrom thou turnest, Bound me closely to thy heart, Now my jest grows sober earnest, I am pierced by mine own dart. Laughingly thou stand'st before me-- If thou leave me in my need, All the powers of hell come o'er me, I shall shoot myself indeed. LX. Our life and the world have too fragment-like grown; To the German Professor I'll hie me anon Who sets in straight order all things overhurled. He will draw up a sensible system, I think, With his nightcap and nightgown he'll stop every chink In this tumble-down edifice known as the world. LXI. Long through my racked and weary brain Did endless thoughts and dreams revolve; But now thy lovely eyes, my dear, Have brought me to a firm resolve. Within their radiance wise and kind, Where'er thine eyes shine, I remain. I could not have believed it true That I should ever love again. LXII. To-night they give a party, The house is all a-glow. Above, in the lighted window, Moves a shadow to and fro. Thou see'st me not in the darkness, I stand below, apart. Still less, my dear, thou seeest Within my gloomy heart. My gloomy heart it loves thee; It breaks for love of thee, It breaks, and yearns, and bleedeth, Only thou wilt not see. LXIII. I fain would outpour all my sorrows In a single word to-day. To the merry winds I would trust it, They would merrily bear it away. They would bear it to thee, my darling, The word of sorrowful grace. Thou should'st hear it at every hour, Thou shouldst hear it in every place.