Hither and thither, I'm driven along!

Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Translated into English by Joseph Massaad 

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Hither and thither, I'm driven along!
Yet in a few hours, I shall be seeing
Herself, of all maids, the fairest in being;
True heart, why are you throbbing so strong?

The hours are such a laggard race!
They move lazily every day,
And creep yawning along the way;
Hurry, hurry, you laggard race!

My spirit is chased by the fiercest unrest!
But never have the hours known love's desire;
So, in a cruel and secret bond, they conspire,
And at a lover's haste, they mockingly jest.