I shall be faithfull. though the weary years

[ZaunköniG]

I shall be faithfull. though the weary years
Spread out before me like a mountain chain
Rugged and steep, ascending from the plain,
Without a path; though where the cliff uprears

Its sternest front, and echoes in my ears
My own deep sobs of solitary pain,
It is my fate to scale; though all in vain
I spend my labor, and my idle tears

Torture but me: I know, despite my ill,
That with each step a little wastes away, -
A little of this life wastes day by day;

And far beyond the desert which I fill
With my vast sorrow, I have faith to say
That we shall meet; so I press onward still.