| Song | Arise from Dreams of Thee |
| Artist | Die Verbannten Kinder Evas |
| Album | In Darkness Let Me Dwell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I arise from dreams of thee | |
| In the first sweet sweep of night, | |
| When the winds are breathing low, | |
| And the stars are shining bright. | |
| The nightingale's complaint, | |
| It dies upon her heart, | |
| As I must die on thine, | |
| O, beloved as thou art! | |
| My cheek is cold and white, alas! | |
| My heart beats loud and fast: | |
| Oh! press it close to thine again, | |
| Where it will break at last |