DEEP IN MY SOUL THAT TENDER SECRET DWELLS. (CORSAIR. I. 14.) Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells, but unseen; There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Remember me Oh! pass not thou my grave Without one thought whose relics there recline: The only pang my bosom dare not brave Must be to find forgetfulness in thine. Then give me all I ever ask'd The first-last- sole reward of so much love! Ein süß Geheimniß wohnt. (Corsar I. 14.) Ein süß Geheimniß wohnt in meiner Seele Tiefen, Das, einsam, nachtversenkt, nie drang an's Licht empor, Als wenn zu dir, zu dir mich Sehnsuchtstimmen riefen, Um rückzuzittern dann in Schweigen, wie zuvor. Dort, auf des Herzens Grund, gleich einer Grabesleuchte, Gedenke mein! O, geh nicht gänzlich kalt und achtlos Vorüber an dem Grab, das meine Usch' umfängt — Nur einer Qual wär' ich zu troßen muth- und machtlos: Fänd' ich mein Bild so schnell aus deiner Brust verdrängt. Mein tiefstes, bängstes—ach! mein Sterbeflehn gewähre- FARE THEE WELL! Fare thee well! and if for ever, Would that breast were bared before thee Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Though the world for this commend thee Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee, Founded on another's woe: Though my many faults defaced me, Than the one which once embraced me, Lebe wohl! Lebe wohl! und ob für immer! Nährt mein Herz dir Fluch und Groll. Daß zum Grund der Brust du sähest, - - Die du jest umsonst erslehest Du so oft geschlummert hast. Daß die Brust ihr tiefstes Denken Mag die Welt dich drum vertheid❜gen Was ich auch verbrach im Leben, Deiner, der mich einst umschloß? Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Still thine own its life retaineth Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth that we no more may meet. Is These are words of deeper sorrow And when thon would solace gather, When her little hands shall press thec, When her lip to thine is press'd, Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee, Think of him thy love had bless'd! Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. |