There sat upon the linden-tree <br />A bird, and sang its strain; <br />So sweet it sang, that, as I heard, <br />My heart went back again. <br />It went to one remember'd spot, <br />It saw the rose-trees grow, <br />And thought again the thoughts of love <br />There cherish'd long ago. <br /> <br />A thousand years to me it seems <br />Since by my fair I sate, <br />Yet thus t' have been a stranger long <br />Was not my choice, but fate: <br />Since then I have not seen the flowers, <br />Nor heard the birds' sweet song; <br />My joys shave all too briefly past, <br />My griefs been all too long.<br /><br />Dietmar von Aist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-sat-upon-the-linden-tree/
