"Frau Wirthin, hast thou good beer and wine,
And where is that lovely daughter of thine!"
"My beer and wine are fresh and clear;
My dear daughter lies upon the death-bier!"
And as they stepped to the innermost room,
There she was lying robed for the tomb.
The first he withdrew then the veiling screen,
And gazed upon her with sorrowful mien:
"Ah, wert thou living, fair flower of earth,
How should I love thee from this day forth!"