Heimweh

O heart of mine, why sighest For joys thou may'st not taste? O eyes, why turn in longing Across the weary waste? And lips that falter sadly Of home and love and peace, Now all thy vain repining And doubt and grief, oh, cease! Home! Nay, thy home is distant; Will longing bring it near, And heart, will thy complaining Point out the way more clear? O heart of mine, thou sighest In vain, thy home's afar; It shineth as a beacon To exile--as a star Unto the lonely sailor Who dreams of land and love, But as he dreams looks ever Unto his star above! Then, heart, bind to thy longing The gaze that turns aloft Beyond the raging tempest To seek love's guidance oft. Heimweh! O homesick sailor, Across life's stormy main Return unto thy haven, No more to roam again!