With golden pears hangs,
And full of wild roses,
The land into the lake.
You gracious swans,
And drunk with kissing
You dip your heads
Into the hallowed-sober water.

Woe to me, where shall I find,
When winter comes, the flowers
And where the sunshine
And shadows of the earth?
The walls stand
Speechless and cold, weathervanes Bristling in the wind.