“On the Wings of Song,” written by Heinrich Heine and set to music in 1833-34 by Mendelssohn.
On wings of song,
my love, I'll carry you away
to the fields of the Ganges
where I know the most beautiful place.
There lies a red-flowering garden,
in the serene moonlight,
the lotus-flowers await
their beloved sister.
The violets giggle and cherish,
and look up at the stars,
the roses tell each other secretly
their fragant fairy-tales.
The gentle, bright gazelles,
pass and listen;
and in the distance murmurs
the waves of the holy stream.
There we will lay down,
under the palm-tree,
and drink of love and peacefulness
and dream our blessed dream.
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