| lyric | The cherrytree in wedding garb is now arrayed:
today must meet, a mayday now, his bridal state.
Each twiglet is a bodkin,
a bodkin wich entwined and white entirely
in a whitest sheath of blossom lies.
Through hoarfrost he was beautiful when winter blew:
full thousand times more beautiful his flowering blooms.
In winter was his fairness like a likeness of life:
all cold and idle as the shadow is.
No shadowshape remained he now, no semblance;
here all faitness is, all lively cheer. ’t ist bridal day,
a time of sun: the summermaid
the bridegroom betrothed to her abides to mate. |