What strange thing is this
That warmed my cold cold heart
That made man live and die and kiss
That intoxicate this love-lorn bard
 
I longed to see the morrow still yet dark
I longed into the future peep
I longed to know you, whom my heart
Dedicates now its every beat
 
O this peculiar feeling
That bid me now to live
That caused my songs to sing
And the morow you to kiss.
 
But who are you whom I longed to love?
You, the dark morrow's light
You whom my sanity serve
Whom I love to love, a stranger despite