A mournful one am I, above whose head <br />A day of perfect bliss hath never past; <br />Whatever joys my soul have ravished, <br />Soon was the radiance of those joys o'ercast. <br /> <br />And none can show me that substantial pleasure <br />Which will not pass away like bloom from flowers; <br />Therefore, no more my heart such joys shall treasure, <br />Nor pine for fading sweets and fleeting hours.<br /><br />Walther von der Vogelweide<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mournful-one-am-i/
