slept in the tall grass, the boy,
As heard singing he's down,
It was as if the love shouted
The heart, want to break him.
And it has a network and weakens
The gentle swaying flowers,
By the soul languishing
wrong in lovely Thoughts.
So sweet magic is going on, let
And wonderful songs
Geh'n spring by the earth's womb,
The him again.
( Eichendorff, Joseph Freiherr von (1788-1857)
