Translations. - Lyrisches Intermezzo. Xxxviii. (From Heine.)

The phantoms of times forgotten Arise from out their grave, And show me how once in thy presence I lived the life it gave. In the day I wandered dreaming, Through the streets with unsteady foot; The people looked at me in wonder, I was so mournful and mute. At night, then it was better, For empty was the town; I and my shadow together Walked speechless up and down. My way, with echoing footstep, Over the bridge I took; The moon broke out of the waters, And gave me a meaning look. I stopped before thy dwelling, And gazed, and gazed again— Stood staring up at thy window, My heart was in such pain. I know that thou from thy window Didst often look downward—and Sawest me, there in the moonlight, A motionless pillar stand.