IN DER FREMDE.
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Ah! wild-hearted wand’rer far in the world away Restless nor knowest why only thou canst not stay And now turnest trembling hearing the wind to sigh: ’Twas thy lover calling whom thou didst leave forby. So faint and yet so far so far and yet so fain— “Return belov’d to me” but thou must onward strain: Thy trembling is in vain as thy wand’ring shall be. What so well thou lovest thou nevermore shalt see.