Wilt thou suddenly enshroud thee,
⁠Who this moment wert so nigh?
Heavy rising masses cloud thee,
⁠Thou art hidden from mine eye.

Yet my sadness thou well knowest,
⁠Gleaming sweetly as a star!
That I'm loved, 'tis thou that showest,
⁠Though my loved one may be far.

Upward mount then! clearer, milder,
⁠Robed in splendour far more bright!
Though my heart with grief throbs wilder,
⁠Fraught with rapture is the night!