73 lover of my endless days

The spring with its leaves and flowers
has come into my body.
The bees hum there the morning long
and the winds idly play with the shadows.
A sweet fountain springs up from the
heart of my heart.
My eyes are washed with delight
like the dew-bathed morning,and life is
quivering in all my limbs like the sounding
strings of the lute.
Are you wandering alone by the shore
of my life,where the tide is in flood,o
lover of my endless days?
Are my dreams flitting round you
like the moths with their many-coloured
wings?
And are those your songs that are
echoing in the dark eaves of my being?

Who but you can hear the hum of the
crowded hours that sounds in my veins
to-day,the glad steps that dance in my
breast,the clamour of the restless life
beating its wings in my body?