by Heinrich Heinetranslated by F. Storr

“ Large as suns the stars in heaven
Downward beam with gaze intense,
And the lily's broad cup gathers
All their tender influence.
Meanwhile we ourselves, my darling,
Feel a rarer, subtler change;
Gold and silk around us shimmer,
Gleaming torches round us range. ”

“ Now amid the tumbled ruins
Only owls and owlets dwell.
"But my aunt (Heaven rest her!) told me
If by night, at the right hour,
One should speak the right word, standing
On the right spot by the tower ”