By the heath stood a lady, <br />All lonely and fair; <br />As she watch'd for her lover <br />A falcon flew near. <br />'Happy falcon!' she cried, <br />'Who can fly where he list, <br />And can choose in the forest <br />The tree he loves best! <br /> <br />'Thus, too, had I chosen <br />One knight for mine own. <br />Him my eye had selected, <br />Him priz'd I alone. <br />But other fair ladies <br />Have envied my joy; <br />And why? for I sought not <br />Their bliss to destroy. <br /> <br />'As to thee, lovely summer! <br />Returns the birds' strain, <br />As on yonder green linden <br />The leaves spring again, <br />So constant doth grief <br />At my eyes overflow, <br />And wilt not thou, dearest, <br />Return to me now? <br /> <br />'Yes, come my own hero, <br />All others desert! <br />When first my eye saw thee, <br />How graceful thou wert! <br />How fair was thy presence, <br />How graceful, how bright! <br />Then think of me only, <br />My own chosen knight!'<br /><br />Dietmar von Aist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-heath-stood-a-lady/
