(Sooth ’twas a direful scream!)
Broke up the vision of delight.
Instant my joy was past;
O had a stone but met my hand,
That hour had been his last!
Translation of E. Taylor. Walther von der Vogelweide, about 1150.
SUMMER.
The spring’s gay promise melted into thee,
Fair summer! and thy gentle reign is here;
The emerald robes are on each leafy tree;