by the isar, in the twilight
we were wandering and singing,
by the isar, in the evening
we climbed the huntsman's ladder and sat
swinging
in the fir-tree overlooking the marshes,
while river met with river, and the ringing
of their pale-green glacier water filled the evening.
by the isar, in the twilight
we found the dark wild roses
hanging red at the river; and simmering
frogs were singing, and over the river closes
was savour of ice and of roses; and glimmering
fear was abroad. we whispered: "no one
knows us.
let it be as the snake disposes
here in this simmering marsh."
kloster schaeftlarn
