From the German. The Two Locks of Hair

(Der Junggesell)
By Gustav Pfizer

A YOUTH, light-hearted and content,

I wander through the world;

Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent

And straight again is furled.

Yet oft I dream, that once a wife

Close in my heart was locked,

And in the sweet repose of life

A blessed child I rocked.

I wake! Away that dream,—away!

Too long did it remain!

So long, that both by night and day

It ever comes again.

The end lies ever in my thought;

To a grave so cold and deep

The mother beautiful was brought;

Then dropt the child asleep.

But now the dream is wholly o’er,

I bathe mine eyes and see;

And wander through the world once more,

A youth so light and free.

Two locks—and they are wondrous fair—

Left me that vision mild;

The brown is from the mother’s hair,

The blond is from the child.

And when I see that lock of gold,

Pale grows the evening-red;

And when the dark lock I behold,

I wish that I were dead.