C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Song: ‘With the graceful corn upspringing’

Translation of Edgar Taylor

WITH the graceful corn upspringing,

With the birds around me singing,

With the leaf-crowned forests waving,

Sweet May-dews the herbage laving,

With the flowers that round me bloom,

To my lady dear I’ll come:

All things beautiful and bright,

Sweet in sound and fair to sight—

Nothing, nothing is too rare

For my beauteous lady fair;

Everything I’ll do and be,

So my lady solace me.

She is one in whom I find

All things fair and bright combined.

When her beauteous form I see,

Kings themselves might envy me;

Joy with joy is gilded o’er,

Till the heart can hold no more.

She is bright as morning sun,

She my fairest, loveliest one:

For the honor of the fair,

I will sing her beauty rare;

Everything I’ll do and be,

So my lady solace me.

Solace me, then, sweetest!—be

Such in heart as I to thee;

Ope thy beauteous lips of love,

Call me thine, and then above

Merrily, merrily I will sail

With the light clouds on the gale.

Dear one, deign my heart to bless!

Steer me on to happiness!

Thou, in whom my soul confideth,

Thou, whose love my spirit guideth!

Everything I’ll do and be,

So my lady solace me.