And thou in sudden terror tookest wing.
Ah, that delight, it was not overlong
And I pay dear with sorrow for brief song.
Thou still wert singing when thou cam’st to die;
Kissing thy mother, thus thou saidst good-bye:
«My mother, I shall serve thee now no more
Nor sit about thy table’s charming store;
I must lay down my keys to go from here,
To leave the mansion of my parents dear.»
This and what sorrow now will let me tell