Three love Songs , opus 8

I kiss the rosebud which you wore, 
Yet know not why I love it so ; 
'Twas but a simple flower before 
It blushed against thy breast of snow. 

But since, to such a worth 'tis grown, 
It is a guerdon most divine ; 
Because the touch which it has known, 
The breast which it has pressed, were thine.

While stars above thee glow
And the red moon sinks low
Into the dusky sea,
Night visions come and go
Dearest in dreaming so.
Dream'st thou who loveth thee.
Dearest in dreaming so.
Dream'st thou who loveth thee.
Deep longing fills his breast
Knows he no sleep nor rest
Severed as now from thee.
Fairest one loved the best
Were the sweet truth confessed.
Dream'st thou who loveth thee
Dream'st thou who loveth thee
Were the sweet truth confessed
Dream'st thou who loveth thee.

Weirdly the nightbird sings
Sailing on silent wings
Over the dewy lea,
Her note a rapture brings
Sweetest with heavenly things.
Dreamst thou who loveth thee.
Sweetest with heavenly things.
Dream'st thou who loveth thee.
Deep longing fills his breast
Knows he no sleep nor rest
Severed as now from thee.
Fairest one loved the best
Were the sweet truth confessed.
Dream'st thou who loveth thee
Dream'st thou who loveth thee
Were the sweet truth confessed
Dream'st thou who loveth thee.

In the hush of the morn before the sun
I waken to think of thee
And all the sweet day thus begun
As hallowed sees to be.

In the holly repose the morning star
With trembling awaits the sun,
And thus my heart if near or far
Awaits thee, sweetest one.

In a golden ecstasy of bliss
The fair morning star wil die
But I immortal by thy kiss
Live but when thou art nigh.