When she pluck'd its flowers, and gently prest
Her lovely feet on its verdant breast.
Meadow! what transport was thine,
When my lady walked across thee;
And her white hands pluck'd the flowers;
Those beautiful flowers that emboss thee I
Oh, suffer me, then, thou bright green sod,
To set my feet where my lady trod!"
And again, Master Hadlaub, the last of the line of true Minnesingers, at the end of the thirteenth century:
"I saw yon' infant in her arms carest,