‘I shall see her today!’ I exclaim in the mornings when I raise and look up the beautiful sun with a glad heart; ‘I shall see her today!’ and then i have no other wishes all day long. Everything, everything is included in that one hope.
In vain I stretch my arms to her when morning comes and I gradually waken from deep dreams, In vain i look for her in my bed at night when some happy, innocent reverie has tricked me into believing I was sitting with her in a meadow, holding her hand and covering it with a thousand kisses. Ah, still half asleep I reach for her, cheered to think she is there-and a flood of tears pours from my sorely beset heart, and I weep inconsolably over my somber future.
Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther