Walther von der Vogelweide
Walther von der Vogelweide Poems
|1.||When From The Sod The Flow'Rets Spring||4/16/2010|
|2.||Under Der Linden||1/1/2004|
|3.||Alas! Where Have All The Years Gone||4/16/2010|
|4.||I'Ve Got My Fief||4/16/2010|
|5.||Ah! Where Are Hours Departed Fled? (Excerpt)||4/16/2010|
|7.||Excerpt From Dialogue With 'The World'||4/16/2010|
|8.||Address To Emperor Frederic Ii.||4/16/2010|
|9.||Under The Lime Tree||4/16/2010|
|10.||Up, Then, Dance We To The Song||4/16/2010|
|11.||Chill Penury And Winter's Power||4/16/2010|
|13.||I Thought I'D Served Her Long Enough||4/16/2010|
|14.||A Mournful One Am I||4/16/2010|
|15.||Worthy Art Thou, Returning Home||4/16/2010|
|16.||Address To Leopold Vii.||4/16/2010|
When From The Sod The Flow'Rets Spring
When from the sod the flow'rets spring,
And smile to meet the sun's bright ray,
When birds their sweetest carols sing
In all them morning pride of May,
What lovelier than the prospect there?
Can earth boast any thing more fair?
To me it seems an almost heaven,
So beauteous to my eyes that vision bright is given.
But when a lady, chaste and fair,
Noble, and clad in rich attire,
Walks through the throng with gracious air,
As sun that bids the stars retire,--
Then, where are all thy boastings, May?
What hast thou beautiful and gay
Compared with that ...
Address To Leopold Vii.
To me is barr'd the door of joy and ease;
There stand I as an orphan, lone, forlorn,
And nothing boots me that I frequent knock.
Strange that on every hand the shower should fall,
And not one cheering drop should reach to me!
On all around the gen'rous Austrian's gifts,
Gladdening the land, like genial rain descend:
A fair and gay adorned mead is he
Whereon are gather'd oft the sweetest flowers: