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how foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for lovers warmth!

solitude is independence.
It has been my wish and now i have attained it. It is cold.
Oh, cold enough!
But it is also still, wonderfully still and vast like the cold stillness of
space in which the stars revolve.

i read by night above the springy moss
the cloud-script of the drifting mist

i reflect the whole world in miniature
on its rainbow surface
that softly bursts

Oh! if i had you in my little house
dreaming by candlelight
with a violin lying ready in your hand!
how i would slip up noiselessly beside you
and then with talk and music hold a heavenly festival throughout the night!