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78  Heaven and earth I touch a-wing,
 * The storm throbs round in savage strife;

Belovèd maiden, to me cling,
 * Let us fly to the depths of life.

(1905).

 Hanuš Jelínek (b. 1878).

Du meine SeeleThe heavens have cried their golden tears,
 * They have cried so still, they have cried;

My soul has sighed with an unknown grief,
 * It has sighed in its woe, it has sighed.

In embraces of diamonds studded with gold,
 * Heaven and earth have lain;

A magical strain in my soul is athrob,
 * Of Schumann a magical strain.

Softly it thrills and my being it fills.
 * In my soul it is gently streaming;

From this starry night the gaze of my wife
 * Is beaming so gently, is beaming.

(1897). 