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 The old lime-tree shading spread

Its dense foliage with sweet flowers,

Stretched a branch to catch her arms

And to lift her full of charms,

Ready to rain fragrant showers

On her head.

And the spring asked woefully:

„Where art thou, my Queen most sweet?

Come, unbind thy silken hair,

Mirroring thy face so fair,

Touching me with tender feet,

Dreamily.“

And I answered: „Forest mine,

She comes not, she comes no more;

You alone, dear oaks, remain,

Wait for those blue eyes again,

That for me so oft of yore

Bright would shine.“

How much charm did she impart

To the groves, all things, that shone

As in an enchanted tale!

All is now so dark and stale…

Come, let’s be again alone

Heart to heart.