Adolf Heyduk

“ Fearest thou in thy white shroud, over yonder?
Then the thought comes o’er me, thou wilt take me;
As I took thee in my arms, and hushed thee
When you used to cry, and my soul grows weak,
And my heart weeps for the child it would seek. ”

“ With what, my mother?”
“With her eyes of teuderest blue—
But a little while it lasteth—
But a day, and then they rue.
“Treacherous is that nymph of forest,
Many youths hath led astray;
Many she has left heart-broken,
Many she has killed away.” ”