To me is barr'd the door of joy and ease; <br />There stand I as an orphan, lone, forlorn, <br />And nothing boots me that I frequent knock. <br />Strange that on every hand the shower should fall, <br />And not one cheering drop should reach to me! <br />On all around the gen'rous Austrian's gifts, <br />Gladdening the land, like genial rain descend: <br />A fair and gay adorned mead is he <br />Whereon are gather'd oft the sweetest flowers: <br />Would that his rich and ever gen'rous hand <br />Might stoop to pluck one little leaf for me, <br />So might I fitly praise a scene so fair!<br /><br />Walther von der Vogelweide<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/address-to-leopold-vii/
