I loved you once, nor can this heart be quiet:
For it would seem that love still lingers there;
but do not you be further troubled by it;
I would in no wise hurt you, oh, my dear.
I love you without hope, a mute offender;
what jealous pangs, what shy despairs I knew!
A love as deep as this, as true, as tender,
God grant another may yet offer you.