"In vain do i stretch my arms toward her when i awaken in the morning from my weary slumbers. In vain do i seek for her at night in my bed, when some innocent dream was happily deceived me, and placed her near me in the fields, when i seized her hand and covered it with countless kisses. And when i feel for her in the half confusion of sleep, with the happy sense that she is near, tears flow from my oppressed heart; and, bereft of all comfort, i weep over my future woes." - J.W. von Goethe
