The Brown Maiden

O why am I here, O why am I bound
In magic fetters now?
A brown maiden's eyebrows have girt my heart round,
The eyebrows that gird her brow;
And were it not so, and were it not so,
I could not from that brown maiden go.

Brown maiden! O thou hast betray'd the youth—
Thou, erst so beloved and true;
Thou hast trapp'd in a snare my spirit of truth,
Thou art falsehood and fickleness too!
And all thou hast done, and all thou hast said,
O'erflow'd with deceit, thou treacherous maid!