Mir träumte: traurig schaute der Mond, Und traurig schienen die Sterne; Es trug mich zur Stadt, wo Liebchen wohnt, Viel hundert Meilen ferne. Es hat mich zu ihrem Hause geführt, Ich küßte die Steine der Treppe, Die oft ihr kleiner Fuß berührt Und ihres Kleides Schleppe. Die Nacht war lang, die Nacht war kalt, Es waren so kalt die Steine; Es lugt aus dem Fenster die blasse Gestalt, Beleuchtet vom Mondenscheine. | I dreamed: the moon sad looked down And sad shone each and every star; It carried me hence to my sweetheart's town, Many a hundred miles afar. Right to her house it led me, I kissed its steps, those of stone On which her little feet trod so slightly, Which of her dress, its train had known. The night was long, cold as snow, Those stones, so vey cold; Faint her form looking through the window, In the moonlight I could behold. |