O Darling RoomIO darling room, my heart’s delight,Dear room, the apple of my sight,With thy two couches soft and white,There is no room so exquisite,No little room so warm and bright,Wherein to read, wherein to write.IIFor I the Nonnenwerth have seen,And Oberwinter’s vineyards green,Musical Lurlei; and betweenThe hills to Bingen have I been,Bingen in Darmstadt, where the RheneCurves towards Mentz, a woody scene.IIIYet never did there meet my sight,In any town, to left or right,A little room so exquisite,With two such couches soft and white;Not any room so warm and bright,Wherein to read, wherein to write.
I
O darling room, my heart’s delight,Dear room, the apple of my sight,With thy two couches soft and white,There is no room so exquisite,No little room so warm and bright,Wherein to read, wherein to write.
II
For I the Nonnenwerth have seen,And Oberwinter’s vineyards green,Musical Lurlei; and betweenThe hills to Bingen have I been,Bingen in Darmstadt, where the RheneCurves towards Mentz, a woody scene.
III
Yet never did there meet my sight,In any town, to left or right,A little room so exquisite,With two such couches soft and white;Not any room so warm and bright,Wherein to read, wherein to write.