Ich wollt' meine Schmerzen ergossen

Oh, that I could capture my sadness
And pour it all into one word;
The glad-hearted breezes would lift it
And carry it off, like a bird.

They'd bear it to you, oh beloved,
That word of my passionate care;
And every hour you'd hear it,
'Twould follow you everywhere.

Yes, when you have scarce closed your eyelids,
And slumber over them streams,
That word will arise and pursue you —
Even into your dreams.