What Use?

Of what avail to plough the earth
Without the seed that brings to birth?
Neglecting this but weeds will grow,
And all your work for naught will go.

Believe me. fairest, sweetest rose,
Beneath thy glance my poor heart glows;
And as the plough the ground upheaves
Thy glance my heart in furrows leaves.

Thy glance in vain cuts deep my heart
But sorrow from its depths will start;
But if thou sow with love, then fair, .
Sweet-scented roses blossom there.