What pulls at my heart so?
 What pulls me outside?
 And twists me and yanks me
 from this room and the house?
 How the clouds there
 disperse around the cliffs!
 I'd like to go there,
 I've very much like to go!
 
 Now ravens pass by
 in friendly flight;
 I mix with them
 and follow their course.
 And mountain and ruin
 we circle in flight;
 she lingers below,
 and I peer after her.
 
 Then she comes wandering;
 I hurry immediately,
 a singing bird,
 to the bushy wood.
 She lingers and listens
 and smiles to herself:
 "He sings so nicely
 and he is singing for me!"
 
 The departing sun
 gilds the heights;
 the pensive, fair lady,
 she lets it happen.
 She wanders by the brook,
 along the meadows,
 and darker and darker
 twists the path;
 
 At once I appear,
 a glittering star.
 "What gleams up there,
 so near and so far?"
 And when, with astonishment,
 you gaze upon this light,
 I will lie at your feet
 and be happy there!