Souls of Poets Dead and Gone

Where are they all who sang of Love in days of yore?
Now most are dead, who brought the whole world mirth beyond all measure.
Friend of St. Gall, at thy decease my heart is sore;
I grieve for thee; thy jests made many a man laugh out for pleasure.
Reinmar, full many miss thy strain;
For thee I weep; my master of the Vogelweid's another.
Of Love there sang right sweetly twain—
Heinrich of Rugge one, and Neuenburg's worthy lord the other.
Von Johannsdorf, and Frederick of Hausen too,—
Well did they sing; in song they were good knights and true.
Walter of Metz, Rubin, and one was Wachsmut hight;
Ulrich von Gutenberg, thy song brought many folk a deep delight.