“Mädchen, lernet Amor kennen.”
Listen, fair maid! my song shall tell
How Love may still be known full well—
His looks the traitor prove.
Dost thou not see that absent smile,
That fiery glance replete with guile?
Oh! doubt not then—’tis Love.
When varying still the sly disguise,
Child of caprice, he laughs and cries,
Or with complaint would move;