Prayer, Meditation Peom about Love

And love has the power of the stars, circling triumphantly over death and night, no storm to drive them away! And if their hate flashes across the world, love will change its old course high above the clouds.

Once, overwhelmed by slumber, I lay on the soft mat, and in my dreams Phoebos approached, holding the lyre in his hand. The curls swayed golden on the high forehead of the gods. And, turning the fiery gaze of his eye to his sun, he boldly strummed the strings. Then heavenly harmonies roared around my drunken senses.

And the song of the young gods flowed fiery through the limbs. Suddenly, however, the singer swung up from the proud earth, closer to the golden stars. The high song of the god faded away, ever quieter, ever quieter, until the element of harmony turned into sweet twilight.

Harmony of Love - Castle Wedding

Then I awoke, and, still eagerly listening to Apollo's songs, I hastily seized the lyre, in order to breathe out the echo of my heart in the sweet intoxicating tones of the strings. But I searched in vain for the harmony of God, and none of the strings tuned with the heavenly pure song that surged deep in my heart. I stared darkly into the air and cursed my lyre. Suddenly kisses woke me up from my dark dreams.

Chloris crept up quietly and quickly chased away his displeasure with the sweet game of love. Ah, and now in her arms, you on the love-warm bosom, a new life streamed through all my limbs, new strength, and the sweetest harmony of love waved in my drunken heart more beautifully, holier and purer than the song of the young god.