Note 21 — VI YOUNG GERMANY (continued 4)

My grief no mortals know, except the yearning! Alone, a prey to woe, all pleasure spurning, Up towards the sky I throw a gaze discerning. He who my love doth know seems ne'er returning; With strange and fiery glow my heart is burning[*] My grief no mortals know, except the yearning. (BOWRING)

[*]In the original, my bowels are burning.