With bird and blossom and bee--
With the summer rose and the winter snows,
Where the Rhine runs down to the sea.
And then again to his Ladye’s bower
Strode the Knight with a ringing tread.
“For two long years I have waited, patiently,”
Were all the words he said.[[5]]
And still in pride that o’ermastered love,
“Wait longer” answered she.
“If I wait, I will wait forever,” he cried--