(for Annelize)
With a flood the streamlet swell
where it meanders in the dell
and the rushing water flow
where alone my image glow
on the pond as if from a spell
where I am fascinated by the tranquillity
but alone this scene do come to me
of this beauty I could my love tell
where it meanders in the dell.
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