Recently I dreamed that I saw on the bright heights
a maiden walking in the young day –
she was so sweet and lovely, that she was entirely like you.
And before her knelt a young man,
who seemed to draw her gently to his chest:
and that was I.
Soon the scene had changed,
and in a deep flood I saw now the fair one,
her last bit of strength disappearing.
There came a youth flying to her aid:
he sprang after her and pulled her from the waves;
and that was I.
So the dream unfolded in colorful lines,
and everywhere I saw love triumph,
and everything revolved around you!
You flew ahead in unbound freedom,
the youth trailing behind you with quiet fidelity:
and that was I!
And when I finally awakened from this dream,
the new day brought new yearning;
your dear, sweet face remained floating in front of me.
I saw you enjoying the ardor of kisses,
I saw you lying blissfully in the arms of the youth:
and that was I!
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