You know my heart; you know that all there is desire, thought, boding and
longing; you live among spirits and they give you divine wisdom. You must
nourish me; you give all that in advance, which I do not understand to ask
for. My mind has a small embrace, my love a large one; you must bring them
to a balance. Love cannot be quiet till the mind matches its growth; you
are matched to my love; you are friendly, kind, and indulgent; let me know
when my heart is off the balance. I understand your silent signs.
A look from your eyes into mine, a kiss from you upon my lips, instructs
me in all, what might seem delighted to learn, - to one who, like me, had
experience from those. I am far from you; mine are become strange to me. I
must ever return in thought to that hour when you hold me in the soft fold
of your arm. Then I begin to weep, but the tears dry again unawares. Yes,
he reaches with his love (thus I think) over to me in this concealed
stillness; and should not I, with my eternal undisturbed loving, reach to
him in the distance? Ah, conceive what my heart has to say to you; it
overflows with soft sighs all whisper to you. Be my only happiness on
earth your friendly will to me. O, dear friend, give me but a sign that
you are conscious of me.