PRESENCE (1813)

All's a foretelling of you.
Sun in its glory ascending,
Soon you will follow, I hope.

Into the garden you walk,
Rose of the roses you are,
Lily of lilies as well.

When you but move in the dance,
All of the stars are in motion
With you and round where you move.

Night! just let the night come!
Now you outshine the attractive
Delicate glow of the moon.

Delicate, fetching you are,
Flowers, the moon, and the stars
Celebrate, sun, only you.

Sun! be such to me too,
Creator of days in a glory;
Life and eternity -- thus.