I thought I'd served her long enough, <br />and sat dejected and confused <br />despairing of the lady's love, <br />when something gave my hopes a boost. <br />You'll laugh at me (it seems so small, <br />more of a consolation prize) <br />for taking comfort there at all; <br />but I could feel my fortunes rise. <br /> <br />What cheered me was a blade of grass: <br />I measured out a stalk I'd plucked <br />(as children do to learn their luck) <br />and it said she'd offer me her grace. <br />Listen and judge if you think she might: <br />'She will, she won't, she will, she won't, she will.' <br />As much as I've tried it, it's come out right, <br />but you have to trust in the grass's skill.<br /><br />Walther von der Vogelweide<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thought-i-d-served-her-long-enough/
