Three Four-Part Songs

Ich tret' in deinen Garten;
Wo, Süße, weilst du heut?
Nur Schmetterlinge flattern
Durch diese Einsamkeit.

Doch wie in bunter Fülle
Hier deine Beete stehn
Und mit den Blumendüften
Die Weste mich umwehn!

Ich fühle dich mir nahe,
Die Einsamkeit belebt,
Wie über seinen Welten
Der Unsichtbare schwebt.

O my [Luve's]1 like a red, red rose 
  That's newly sprung in June: 
O my [Luve's]1 like the melodie 
  That's sweetly play'd in tune. 

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, 
  [So]2 deep in luve am I: 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
  Till a' the seas gang dry: 

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, 
  And the rocks melt wi' the sun; 
I will luve thee still, my dear, 
  While the sands o' life shall run. 

And fare thee weel, my only Luve! 
  And fare thee weel a while! 
And I will come again, my Luve, 
  Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

At end of Love, at end of Life,
At end of Hope, at end of Strife,
At end of all we cling to so --
The sun is setting -- must we go?
 
At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life,
At dawn of Peace that follows Strife,
At dawn of all we long for so --
The sun is rising -- let us go!