Walter von der Vogelweide (1170–1228)

LOOK, this is why I feel so gay:

I have grown warm with cheer,

Clasped by a dream so dear.

Alas, I had to wake, for it was day.

Hear what she has done unto me:

All the summer I must peer

Into ladies’ eyes to see

If I can find my dear: then sorrow’s end were near.

Maybe she is going to this dance.

Ladies, I beg you, be so kind,

Push back your hats, if you don’t mind!

If I should find her ’neath this wreath by chance!