Evening Songs
LXIV
In the sky the moon was standing;
Dreams to me new songs were lending.
Birds came and told one another
How much we did love each other.
That the fair fresh meadow flowers
Would be wedding gowns of ours.
That green ivy with her story
Would wreathe Thy head with its glory.
Adorned with thousand charms,
That Thou wouldst rest in my arms.
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