Here you will find the Poem Book Of Suleika - Suleika 03 of poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ZEPHYR, for thy humid wing, Oh, how much I envy thee! Thou to him canst tidings bring How our parting saddens me! In my breast, a yearning still As thy pinions wave, appears; Flow'rs and eyes, and wood, and hill At thy breath are steeped in tears. Yet thy mild wing gives relief, Soothes the aching eyelid's pain; Ah, I else had died for grief, Him ne'er hoped to see again. To my love, then, quick repair, Whisper softly to his heart; Yet, to give him pain, beware, Nor my bosom's pangs impart. Tell him, but in accents coy, That his love must be my life; Both, with feelings fraught with joy, In his presence will be rife.