Opalring, der wie ein Traum in einer Wüstenleere leuchtet

Opal Ring Your dream is a charmed slave of my soul that calls you; you will come to the end of the world's desert, from here, barrier abysses, peaks. Crystal clear, like the blue heights, found you sleeping, thirsty dreams, - in the dream of your sixteen years your soul desired and abducted you. On abysses, peaks, unknown spaces your dream flies-flies in a cheerful sleep - and I hear, in the night of dark woes, the saving pre-dawn bell. You will come, dawn-innocence all-victorious, in the robe of your fragrant shyness and it will be an hour of confession-last, a radiance in a magical reverie. My soul will sprinkle pearls over you, that you will be a rose, I will be may. And we will burn in our sleep - and like smoke in the sky we will find an end.