遠くから

 

 

 

Strange fits of passion have I known :

 

And I will dare to tell,

 

But in the Lover's ear alone,

 

What once to me befell.

 

 

 

When she I loved looked every day

 

Fresh as rose in June,

 

I to her cottage bent my way,

 

Beneath an evening-moon.

 

 

 

Upon the moon I fixed my eye,

 

All over the wide lea ;

 

With quickening pace my horse drew nigh

 

Those paths so dear to me.

 

 

 

To K