I said that I surrender’d My very soul to thee; An answering bow was tender’d, Thou laughedst full of glee. Thou cruelly didst use me, And treat my love amiss; At last thou didst refuse me The usual parting kiss. Don’t think that I deem it my duty To shoot myself any the more; For all of this, my beauty, Has happen’d to me before. 58. A pair of sapphires are thine eyes, So clear, so sweetly roving; O three times happy is the man Whom those fair eyes are loving. Thy heart, it is a diamond, A sparkling radiance throwing; O three times happy is the man For whom with love ’tis glowing. Thy lips are very rubies bright, One never can see fairer; O three times happy is the man Who of their love is sharer. O did I know the happy man! O could I unattended Within the green wood meet with him,-- His luck would soon be ended! 59. While with loving words, but lying, I have bound me to thy breast, Now in my own fetters dying, Into earnest turns my jest. When thou jestingly dost fly me, By a rightful impulse led, Then the powers of hell draw nigh me, And I really shoot me dead. 60. Too fragmentary is World and Life; I’ll go to the German professor, who’s rife With schemes for putting Life’s pieces together, Whereby a passable System’s unfurl’d; Ragged nightcaps and dressing-gowns keep out the weather, Stop the gaps in the edifice crack’d of the world. 61. This evening they’ve a party, The house is fill’d with light; By yonder shining window A shadowy form’s in sight. Thou see’st me not, in darkness I stand below and apart; Still less canst thou see ever Inside my darksome heart. My darksome heart doth love thee, It loves thee and it breaks, And breaks, and bleeds, and quivers, But thou see’st not how it aches. 62. I would that my woes all their fulness In one single word could convey; To the merry winds straight would I give it, Who would merrily bear it away. That word so teeming with sadness They would carry, my loved one, to thee Thou wouldst hear it at every moment, Wouldst hear it where’er thou mightst be. As soon as thine eyelids at nighttime Are peacefully closèd in sleep, My word would straightway pursue thee Far into thy visions most deep. 63. Thou hast pearls, thou hast diamonds also, Hast all that mortals adore; Thine eyes are among the fairest,-- My loved one, what wouldst thou have more? Upon thine eyes so beauteous I’ve written many a score Of sweet immortal ballads,-- My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?