Ich kann es nicht vergessen

It will not die, but solely
This thought comes to condole,
How once I had you wholly;
Your body and your soul.

Your body still I crave for,
Your body's lovely growth.
Your soul you may dig a grave for,
I've soul enough for us both!

I'll cut my own spirit in two, dear,
And breathe in you half of the whole
And clasp you — thus forming anew, dear,
One perfect body and soul.