How beautiful it is

Each day it seems more beautiful to me

And my darling children enchant me

More and more

My first foolish fears

Are all vanished now

Are all banished now -

Those fluttering fears

When I could not forget the letter -

When I heard a far off cry in the night -

And once a faint footstep passed

My door

Only one thing I wish

That I could see him -

And that he could see how well

I do his bidding

The birds fly home to these great trees

Here too I am at home

Alone, tranquil, serene

Ha! 'Tis he!

No! No! Who is it?

Who? Who can it be?

Some servant -

No! I know them all

Who is it who?

Who can it be?

Some curious stranger?

But how did he get in?

Who is it, who?

Some fearful madman

Locked away there?

Adventurer? Intruder?

Who is it, who?

Who can it be?