Thursday 25 April 2013

One more von der Recke


In springtime there buds a lime so green

In springtime there buds a lime so green
with lilies and violets too;
where sits a maiden fair as a queen
who sews with the sun in view.

With spring sun one could her best compare
like apples her cheeks are round;
When at the mirror she shakes her hair
like lime-blossom does it float down.

She is a mirror of purest glass,
no flaw or stain dulls its shine;
she plays on the strings with a hand as fast
as sunlight on branch of lime.

As sunlight’s caught in the lime-leaves’ dance,
she captures both sense and mind,
her magic spell has me quite entranced,
my heart is to her consigned.
And my heart is to her consigned.

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