And how much remaineth over! And how fair the world is still! And, my heart, if ’tis thy will, Thou of All mayst be the lover! 49. A flow’ret thou resemblest, So pure and fair and blest; But when I view thee, sorrow Straight creepeth to my breast. I feel as though inspired My hands on thy head to lay, And pray that God may keep thee So blest, fair, pure, for aye. 50. Child! it would be thy perdition, And the greatest pains I’ve taken Ne’er within thy fond heart tow’rd me Loving feelings to awaken. Now that I’ve so soon succeeded, To my vow I’m wellnigh faithless, And this thought steals o’er me often: Would that thou could’st love me nathless. 51. When on my couch I’m lying In night and pillows conceal’d, A sweet and charming image Before me stands reveal’d. As soon as silent slumber Hath closed mine eyes in sleep, Into my dream this image Doth softly, gently creep. Yet with the dream of morning It ne’er doth melt away, For in mine inmost bosom I bear it all the day. 52. Maiden with the mouth so rosy, With the eyes so sweet and bright, O my darling little maiden, I of thee think day and night. Long is now the winter evening, Fain would I disperse its gloom, Sitting by thee, talking with thee In thy trusty little room. To my lips I’d fain be pressing Thy dear little snowy hand, With my falling tears caressing Thy dear little snowy hand. 53. Though outside snow-piles are forming, Though ’tis hailing, though ’tis storming, Rattling ’gainst the window-pane, Nevermore will I complain, For within my breast I bear Spring-joys and love’s image fair. 54. Some make prayers to the Madonna, Others unto Paul and Peter; Thee alone, of suns the fairest, Thee alone will I e’er honour. Let me be with kisses laden, Be thou kindly, be thou gracious, ’Mongst all maidens sun the fairest, ’Neath the sun the fairest maiden! 55. Did not my pallid face betray My loving woe unto thee? And wilt thou that my haughty mouth With begging words shall woo thee? Alas! this mouth is far too proud, ’Twas made but for kissing and sighing; Perchance it may speak a scornful word, While I with sorrow am dying. 56. Worthy friend, thou’rt deep in love, And beneath new pangs thou’rt fretting; Darker grows it in thy head, In thy heart ’tis lighter getting. Worthy friend, thou’rt deep in love, And thou fain would’st hide thy yearning Yet I see thy heart’s fierce glow Through thy waistcoat hotly burning. 57. I fain would linger by thee, And rest beside thee too; Away thou needs must hie thee, Thou hast so much to do.