English Rendering
This mind after youth for the holy has grown.
Still later, up here, there’s my house so fine.
Whene’er there’s the mood I will wander alone
With pleasures sublime — be sure, all are mind!
Perchance I come near where a rill’d disappear,
Then I’ll sit and watch clouds rise in that clime.
An old wight may be here, and then, full of cheer,
We’ll chat and laugh with no thought of time.
