On the Lord Wolfram falls it first to sing.
Wolfram (sings).
Tender the smile, and faint the lover’s sigh,
When first love dawns in the blue maiden sky,
Where happy peace is linked with purity.
As sad spring’s sun starts on his daily race,
Reddens the east, as if in sad disgrace;
So love first blushes on a true maiden’s face.
Soft, soft, the gaze of married folk, I think,
Limpid and calm as pools where cattle drink;