For the night that proudly stretched its wings In darkest periods of raging time I sing my verse while my desire clings On sinful arts reveling and sublime.
In spheres of dream I cross the years again, Which´re forced by strength of youth; completely blind The narrow-minded rebel struggled when He was descharged into life's surge to find
The path of beauteous pleasures, patience and The ride through storms of wicked wilderness. So steep the coasts so shallow was the land, So strong the wish so teared the time my dress.
And for my comfort I have got to see That only dreams will help behind to flee.