Author: Johannes Brahms
We were strolling, we two together,
I was so quiet, and you so quiet;
I would give much to know
what you were thinking then.
What I was thinking--unspoken
Let that remain! One thing will I say:
So beautiful was everything that I was thinking, so heavenly serene was it all!
In my head the thoughts
Were ringing like little golden bells;
So wondrously sweet, so wondrously lovely is no other sound
in the world.