Helfahrt

Memory, Hither come, And tune your merry notes. And, while upon the wind Your music floats. I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the li

O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the