The clouds again are o’er me

Have gathered in the stillness;

Again me with misfortune

Envious fate now threatens.

Will I keep my defiance?

Will I bring against her

The firmness and patience

Of my youthful pride?

Wearied by a stormy life

I await the storm fretless

Perhaps once more safe again

A harbor shall I find …

But I feel the parting nigh

Unavoidable fearful hour

To press thy hand for the last time

I haste to thee my angel.

Angel gentle angel calm

Gently tell me: fare thee well.

Be thou grieved: thy tender gaze

Either drop or to me raise.

The memory of thee now shall

To my soul replace

The strength the pride and the hope

The daring of my former days!