Poet: Heinrich Heine
Music: Clara Wieck Schumann
English Translation: Robert McFarland
I stood, in my dark dreamings, staring at her portrait,
And her beloved countenance came secretly to life.
Around her lips there started the faint trace of a smile
And filled with tears of longing, her eyes began to cry.
My own tears began to flow down my face as I stared.
I just cannot believe that I have lost you forever.