| ALL within and all without me | |
| Feel a melancholy thrill; | |
| And the darkness hangs about me, | |
| Oh, how still; | |
| To my feet, the river glideth | 5 |
| Through the shadow, sullen, dark; | |
| On the stream the white moon rideth, | |
| Like a barque— | |
| And the linden leans above me, | |
| Till I think some things there be | 10 |
| In the dreary world that love me, | |
| Even me! | |
| |
| Gentle buds are blooming near me, | |
| Shedding sweetest breath around; | |
| Countless voices rise, to cheer me, | 15 |
| From the ground; | |
| And the lone bird comes—I hear it | |
| In the tall and windy pine | |
| Pour the sadness of its spirit | |
| Into mine; | 20 |
| There it swings and sings above me, | |
| Till I think some things there be | |
| In this dreary world that love me, | |
| Even me! | |
| |
| Now the moon hath floated to me, | 25 |
| On the stream I see it sway, | |
| Swinging, boat-like, as 't would woo me | |
| Far away— | |
| And the stars bend from the azure, | |
| I could reach them where I lie, | 30 |
| And they whisper all the pleasure | |
| Of the sky. | |
| There they hang and smile above me, | |
| Till I think some things there be | |
| In the very heavens that love me, | 35 |
| Even me! | |
