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Heinrich Heine - The Voyage
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As at times a moonbeam pierces 
Through the thickest cloudy rack, 
So to me, through days so dreary, 
One bright image struggles back.
 
Seated all on deck, we floated
Down the Rhine`s majestic stream;
On its borders, summer-laden, 
Slept the peaceful evening-gleam.
 
Brooding, at the feet I laid me
Of a fair and gentle one, 
On whose placid, pallid features 
Played the ruddy-golden sun.

Lutes were ringing, youth« were singing, 
Swelled my heart with feeling strange; 
Bluer grew the heaven above us, 
Wider grew the spirit`s range.
 
Fairy-like beside us flitted
Rock and ruin, wood and plain ;
And I gazed on all reflected 
In my loved one`s eyes again.
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