Beethoven - Adelaide

Translation Alone does your friend wander in the Spring garden, mildly encircled by magic light that quivers through swaying, blossoming boughs, Adelaide! In the mirroring stream, in the snow of the Alps, in the dying day’s golden clouds, in the fields of stars, your image shines, Adelaide! Evening breezes whisper in the tender leaves, silver bells of May chime in the grass, waves murmur and nightingales pipe: Adelaide! One day, o wonder! from my grave will sprout a flower