Engelsstaub A Tale
When day is yielding, near its end
And dusk the sun to twilight sends
Her yearning heart compels her to the cliffs
Thus night after night she stands
Fleeing Orpheus' soothing hands
To shine a light for her beloved, far across the sea
Captured by storm and cold, their cruel net
Her checks from burning tears all are wet
With weakness lurking, that spiteful power
Sleep overcomes one fateful hour
A raging wind her light does choe
A fearful wave reaches up the cliff so steep
She sinks into the ocean, dark and deep
Hear even now, in storm-swept night
Whan waves are breaking on that dismal shore
Through raging winds and tempestÄs roar
The mournful sighs of her of yore...
