WALTER VOGELWE1DE. 207
Then forth I went, and wander'd far
The wide green meadow o'er ;
Where cool and clear the fountain play'd,
There stray'd I in that hour.
Roaming on, the nightingale
Sang sweetly in my ear ;
And by the greenwood's shady side,
A dream came to me there ;
Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers
Of sparkling hue we see,
Close shelter'd from the summer heat,
That vision came to me.
All care was banish'd, and repose
Came o'er my wearied breast;
And kingdoms seem'd to wait on me,
For I was with the blest.
Yet, while it seem'd as if away
My spirit soar'd on high,
And in the boundless joys of heaven
Was wrapt in ecstasy,
E'en then, my body revel'd still
In earth's festivity;
And surely never was a dream
So sweet as this to me.
Then forth I went, and wander'd far
The wide green meadow o'er ;
Where cool and clear the fountain play'd,
There stray'd I in that hour.
Roaming on, the nightingale
Sang sweetly in my ear ;
And by the greenwood's shady side,
A dream came to me there ;
Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers
Of sparkling hue we see,
Close shelter'd from the summer heat,
That vision came to me.
All care was banish'd, and repose
Came o'er my wearied breast;
And kingdoms seem'd to wait on me,
For I was with the blest.
Yet, while it seem'd as if away
My spirit soar'd on high,
And in the boundless joys of heaven
Was wrapt in ecstasy,
E'en then, my body revel'd still
In earth's festivity;
And surely never was a dream
So sweet as this to me.