"Why gaze you towards the cliffwail there,What do you softly sigh?"

"The sun sinks glowing through the air,Kissing the cliff goodbye.

"And this before you've never seen The sun's orb slowly scale The morning sky,and then from noon Sink down into the vale?"

"Indeed I have,indeed that glow In crimson folds throbbed burning,Until its Eye,being loth to go,Dwelt on her in its yearning.

"We walked in peace.By her footfall The echoing cliffs were captured.

The light wind gently kissed her shawl,Soft spoke her eyes,enraptured.

"And sick with love,I lisped asighing;

She trembled,rosy red.

I pressed her heart,down sank the dying Sun,starcosseted.

"That draws me to the cliffwall there,That's what I softly sigh.

She waves far off as evening fire,She bows as from on high."