I must not, cannot, do not dare
Insanely yield to passion's pains;
I guard my inner calm with care
And keep my sober heart in chains;
Enough of love; but am I free
To dream a passing dream at times,
When quite by accident I see
A pure angelic girl go by
And disappear? ... And may I then,
Admiring her with longing gaze,
Pursue her with my eyes and send
My blessings on her carefree days,
And wish her peacefulness of heart
And all the deepest joys of life -
Yes, even happiness for him
Who makes the charming girl his wife?