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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Bridegroom
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I SLEPT,—`twas midnight,—in my bosom woke,

As though `twere day, my love-o`erflowing heart;
To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;

What is`t to me, whate`er it may impart?

She was away; the world`s unceasing strife

For her alone I suffer`d through the heat
Of sultry day; oh, what refreshing life

At cooling eve!—my guerdon was complete.

The sun now set, and wand`ring hand in hand,

His last and blissful look we greeted then;
While spake our eyes, as they each other scann`d:

"From the far east, let`s trust, he`ll come again!"

At midnight!—the bright stars, in vision blest,

Guide to the threshold where she slumbers calm:
Oh be it mine, there too at length to rest,—

Yet howsoe`er this prove, life`s full of charm!
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