XXXVI
That deep and dark blue heavens’ bowl—
And stars as golden blossoms;
As man looks at them from the earth,
His heart strange feelings bosoms.
And all the time more and more stars
Appear without a bound there—
And yet not ev’ry little star
Can easily be found there.
But whene’er in two youthful hearts
First breath of love does enter,
A new star is said to appear
In heavens’ dark blue center.
And if in one of the two hearts
Love’s blossoms starts to wither,
Then from the dark blue heavens’ bow
One golden star drops hither.