In the woods and meadows green,
May shines forth so pleasantly,
That the lovely prospect there
Joy enough might bring to me:
But I covet for my mind
Solace none,
Save this alone,
That my lady should be kind.
Happy, whom the song of birds
Gladdens, and the bloom of May;
He may take his fill of each,
Freely revel, and be gay:
He may take his choice of joy;
Flow’rs fresh springing,
Birds sweet singing,
All in loveliest harmony!
He my lady’s favour glads
More than flow’rets red or fair;
Song I want not, for her grace
Frees me from each pining care.
Well then may her noble smile
Pleasure give,
Pain relieve,
And my heart of grief beguile.
(Leuthold von Seven)
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