To a German Lady

We took thee with our English youths and maids
To spend a day among the forest shades,
From noise and city tumult far away.
We heard thee singing in thy native tongue,
Of the rich beauties of thy Rhineland vale,
While still the sunset beam and morning gale
Were sweet recurring words in thy wild song.
We gather'd round thy seat, a listening band;
And one fond youth soon proffer'd heart and hand,
And wedded thee beside thy native Rhine,
And chose his home in thy dear fatherland,
Where now he hears at will that voice of thine
Sing Morgenluft and Abendsonnenschein.