Three Songs from the German of Emanuel Geibel, I

(“Mein Pferd geht langsam durch die nacht.”)

My steed goes slowly through the night; The moon is half in shadow, With clouds that steal across her light Like lambs across a meadow.

A sudden stillness fills my heart, With grief so lately movèd, For in thy thoughts I have a part, Tonight, my best belovèd.

In every whisper of the wind Thy greeting I discover; O may’st thou in the breezes find The kisses of thy lover.