O Love, my love and perfect bliss!
God in His goodness grant me this --
I see thee soon again.
Nought else I need to take away
The grief that for thy sake away
Doth keep me in great pain.

Alas! I know not what to do,
Nor how to get good news and true:
Dear God, I pray to Thee:
If else Thou canst not comfort me,
Of thy great mercy make that he
Send speedy news to me.

Within my father's garden walls
There is a tree, -- when April falls
It blossometh away.
There wend I oft in winter drear,
Yea, and in spring, the winds to hear,
The sweet winds at their play.