Would spring to life for me--
Yet twenty years could ne'er suffice
To worship it--and thee!
The Princess.
How nice that is! I've never had any verses written to me b----
Strübel.
Ah, my dear young lady, ordinary folks like us have to do their own verse-making!
The Princess.
And all for one rose!--Dear me, how soon it fades! And then what is left you?
Strübel.