VII

Rises the mountain in glaring high noon the lost hour of thin sleep

Time of expectance in noise loud is the talk in the hall

Beloved o were you now here and I went with you way to the tower

High above mountains and the lake water so blue in the zenith

O greatest of whores beloved o if you were here and it would hit us there

Glance into glance as the arrow of Armor deep wound yet so sweet

Locking then soon my hand your hand fast in each other for us

Light in the tower would we see twice glance from the eyes to the sun

Said you: o come now beloved still there is time for our love

Come now my lover with me yes yes beloved I come