O dear and wandering spirit, So sad and full of despair! Too near art thou to the water, The moon stands high in the air. 4. I knew that thou didst love me, I knew it long, dear maid; Yet when thou didst confess it I felt full sore afraid. I clamber’d up the mountain With loud exulting song, At sunset rambled weeping The ocean shore along. The sun my heart resembleth, So flaming to the sight, And in a loving ocean It setteth, great and bright. 5. How curiously the seamew Looks over at us, dear, Because against thy lips I So firmly press my ear! She maybe would discover What from thy mouth did flow,-- If words alone or kisses Thou in my ear didst throw. O could I but decipher What ’tis that fills my mind! The words are with the kisses So wondrously combined. 6. As timid as the roe she fled, And with its fleetness vying; She clamber’d on from crag to crag Her hair behind her flying. Where to the sea the cliffs descend, At length I caught the rover; And gently there with gentle words Her coy heart soon won over. High as the heavens we sat, both fill’d With heavenly blest emotion; Beneath us by degrees the sun Sank in the dark deep ocean. In the dark sea beneath us far The beauteous sun sank proudly; The billows with impetuous joy Were meanwhile roaring loudly. Weep not, the sun in yonder waves Hath not for ever perish’d, But lieth hidden in my heart, Where all its glow is cherish’d. 7. Upon this rock we build the Church Which (type of our to-morrow) Proclaims the third New Testament, And ended is our sorrow. The twofold nature that so long Deceived us, is abolish’d; Our olden fierce corporeal pangs Are now at length demolish’d. Hear’st thou the God in yon dark sea? He speaks with thousand voices; See’st thou how overhead God’s sky With thousand lights rejoices? Almighty God is in the light, As in the dark abysses, And everything there is, is God, He is in all our kisses. 8. Gray night broodeth o’er the ocean, And the tiny stars are sparkling; Long protracted voices oft-times Sound from out the billows darkling. There the aged north wind sporteth With the glassy waves of ocean, Which like organ pipes are skipping With a never-ceasing motion. Partly heathenish, partly churchlike, Strangely doth this music move us, As it rises boldly upwards, Gladdening e’en the stars above us. And the stars, still larger growing, With a radiant joy are gleaming, And at length around the heavens Roam, with sunlike lustre beaming