The Nibelung's Ring

From the book's Dedication: TO RICHARD WAGNER With A Privately Printed Copy Of "The Walk Yrie." ("Die Liebe lockte den Lens") Winter has waned upon his stormy wing- the woods are wild with flowers-before my eyes Spring on the world lies like a lover lies- the birds have bursts of song for everything- it seems as if the ceaseless blossoming, the splendour and the spell can never tire- for if night comes the moon...
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From the book's Dedication:

TO RICHARD WAGNER
With A Privately Printed Copy Of "The Walk Yrie."
("Die Liebe lockte den Lens")

Winter has waned upon his stormy wing-
the woods are wild with flowers-before my eyes
Spring on the world lies like a lover lies-
the birds have bursts of song for everything-
it seems as if the ceaseless blossoming,
the splendour and the spell can never tire-
for if night comes the moon is like a fire-
and yet my sadness will not let me sing.
Mine is the single sorrow-how shall I
bring to my heart the heart I long to bring ?-
My heart so bleeds at my own bitter cry
I taste its blood-as Siegfried, for the ring,
did Farrier's, and a bird, as it goes by,
laughs "Love's enough-'twas Love that lured the
Spring!"

Spring, 1873.