Near the Baltic Sea

The wind is widely awake,

Rattling my mind into bits and away,

Tossing my essence a thousand mile to thee,

To thy abode, a place beside the Baltic Sea.

Little longings though disturbing but I crave,

For a place in thy secret fairy cave;

Where the roses make the night golden hue;

And the day a summer butterfly blue

O’ wind, now I bid thee to my will;

I seek a place where two hearts wantonly seal,

Like the waves to the ocean bond from the core,

I would lay tangled at thy Baltic shore;

Tonight I sail wondrously on thy wings,

Like the feather on a summer wind,

Tomorrow I care less, only at thy side I want to be;

A thousand mile near the Baltic Sea;