Oh, but I loved you –
did you love me, too?
Were you prudent, were you poisoned –
simply burdened by dew?

Know that I sought you
ever since I was born;
you were dancing, in the evening,
on the lea by the barn.

Though, still I fumble,
still I sway with the wind,
I can hear you, there below me –
nigh, but not within.