Thou lie’st in my arms so gladly. So gladly thou lie’st on my heart! I am thy one sole heaven, My dearest star thou art. The foolish race of mortals Is swarming far below; They’re shouting and storming and scolding, (And each one is right, I well know) Their cap and bells they jingle, And quarrel without a cause, And with their heavy club-sticks They break each other’s jaws. How happy are we, my darling, That we so far away are; Thou hidest in thy heaven Thy head, my dearest star! 5. I love such white and snowy members, The thin veil of a spirit tender, Wild and large eyes, a brow encompass’d With flowing locks of swarthy splendour. Thou art indeed the very person Whom I in every land have sought for, While girls like thee a man of honour Like me have always cared and thought for. The very man thou stand’st in need of Is found in me. At first thou’lt pay me Richly with sentiments and kisses, And then, as usual, wilt betray me. 6. The spring’s already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling. My darling sitteth by my side, In carriage onward fleeting; She looks on me with tender pride, Her heart, I feel it beating. What warbling, what fragrance the sun’s light awakes! Like jewels the verdure is gleaming, His snowy-blossoming head soon shakes The sapling with joyous seeming. The flowers peep forth from the earth to see, With longing in every feature, The lovely woman won by me, And me, the happy creature. O transient bliss! Across the corn To-morrow will pass the sickle, The beauteous spring wither, and I all forlorn Be left by the woman fickle. 7. Lately dreamt I I was walking In the happy realms of heaven, Walking with thee, for without thee, Heaven itself would be a hell. There I saw th’ Elect together, All the righteous and the godly, Who had for their souls’ salvation Mortified on earth their bodies. Fathers of the Church, apostles, Capuchins and holy hermits, Strange old fellows, some strange young ones-- ’Twas the latter look’d the ugliest! Very long and saintly faces, Ample bald pates, also grey beards (Various Jews were of the number) Pass’d us, looking stern and solemn. Not one look upon thee throwing, Although thou, my pretty darling, On my arm wert hanging, toying, Toying, smiling, and coquetting. One alone upon thee look’d, And he was the only handsome, Handsome man of all the number; And majestic were his features. Round his lips was human kindness, In his eyes divine repose, And he mildly gazed upon thee As upon the Magdalene.