'The tall pine on the mountain's side,
By lightning struck, falls in its pride,
My call thou must obey!'
I am a maiden--beauteous, young,
Wouldst hide me in the tomb?
'Thou, for this world, art all too fair,
The bright rose never withers where
Thou soon again shalt bloom!'
So soon, a hero canst thou snatch
From glory's high career?