Far away, where darkness reigneth, <br /> All my dreams of bliss are flown; <br /> Yet with love my gaze remaineth <br /> Fixed on one fair star alone. <br /> But, alas! that star so bright <br /> Sheds no lustre save by night. <br /> <br /> If in slumbers ending never, <br /> Gloomy death had sealed thine eyes, <br /> Thou hadst lived in memory ever-- <br /> Thou hadst lived still in my sighs; <br /> But, alas! in light thou livest-- <br /> To my love no answer givest! <br /> <br /> Can the sweet hopes love once cherished <br /> Emma, can they transient prove? <br /> What has passed away and perished-- <br /> Emma, say, can that be love? <br /> That bright flame of heavenly birth-- <br /> Can it die like things of earth?<br /><br />Friedrich Schiller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-emma/
