Under the lime tree <br />On the heather, <br />Where we had shared a place of rest, <br />Still you may find there, <br />Lovely together, <br />Flowers crushed and grass down-pressed. <br />Beside the forest in the vale, <br />Tándaradéi, <br />Sweetly sang the nightingale. <br /> <br />I came to meet him <br />At the green: <br />There was my truelove come before. <br />Such was I greeted — <br />Heaven's Queen! — <br />That I am glad for evermore. <br />Had he kisses? A thousand some: <br />Tándaradéi, <br />See how red my mouth's become. <br /> <br />There he had fashioned <br />For luxury <br />A bed from every kind of flower. <br />It sets to laughing <br />Delightedly <br />Whoever comes upon that bower; <br />By the roses well one may, <br />Tándaradéi, <br />Mark the spot my head once lay. <br /> <br />If any knew <br />He lay with me <br />(May God forbid!), for shame I'd die. <br />What did he do? <br />May none but he <br />Ever be sure of that — and I, <br />And one extremely tiny bird, <br />Tándaradéi, <br />Who will, I think, not say a word.<br /><br />Walther von der Vogelweide<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-lime-tree/
