“There were two lovers in Allgäu,
They were to each other so dear!
Alas! to the wars went the youth.
‘And, dearest, when com’st thou again?’
‘That can I, love, not to thee say,
What year, or what day, or what hour.’”
Now a serenade was sung, and Amrie joined in from the distance,—
A fair good-night! Dearest, farewell!
The world at rest,
I wake alone