Wandl' ich in dem Wald des Abends br br Through the wood when I am wandering br In the dusky eventide, br Goes a dainty form in silence br Always closely at my side. br br Is not this thy veil, the white one? br This the gentle face I love? br Is it merely moonlight breaking br Through the gloomy firs above? br br Is that sound the sound of weeping br From mine own eyes welling deep? br Or dost thou, Beloved, truly br Walk to-night by me and weep? br br Es ragt ins Meer der Runenstein br br The Runic stone from the sea rears high br Where I sit and dream and ponder; br The winds they pipe; the sea-gulls cry; br The billows foam and wander. br br Oh, many a maiden loved have I, br With many a lad gone roaming— br Where are they now? The winds, they sigh- br The billows wander foaming.