So the glance of your bright eyes, when you leave me,
Sinks into my heart.
He calls his love his light of May, his Easter Day:
She is my sweetheart, a sweet May
Bringing delights, a sunshine without cloud.
and says, in promising fidelity: 'My steady mind is not like the wind.'
Reinmar says:
When winter is over
I saw the heath with the red flowers, delightful there....
The long winter is past away; when I saw the green leaves