Above the roofs the sky-blue,

And clouds passing by,

Before the window a tree in spring dew,

And a bird shoots up skyward drunk

A lost scent of blossoms -

A heart feels: This is the world!

The stillness increases and the midday glows!

My God, how rich is the world!

I dream and dream and life flees,

Life there outdoors - somewhere

Far-off to me because of a sea of loneliness!

A heart feels it and doesn't become glad!