She stands serene by streams that flow;
she sparkles like the frost and snow.
On silver, shining, starlit night
she sheds her own strange, eerie light.
She whispers through the trembling trees
and breathes on me a balmy breeze.
She starts to sing the sweetest song
of love, I lost, for which I long.
The love of one who was my life,
the girl who would have been my wife,
who woke with sweet Aurora’s dawn
and danced upon the dew-kissed lawn
to fan the flames of first love\'s fire
forbidden love: that dark desire!