And I dwell at the Ilsenstein;
Come with me to my castle,
And bliss shall be mine and thine.
“With the cool of my glass-clear waters
Thy brow and thy locks I’ll lave;
And thou’lt think of thy sorrows no longer,
For all that thou look’st so grave.
“With my white arms twined around thee,
And lapped on my breast so white,
Thou shalt lie, and dream of elf-land—