O beauteous spirit of the lake,
What will you give in return for what I
Have given you? Beloved, for my sake,
Tell me. Do not lower your eyes and sigh ---
Tell me: do you love me as I love you?
Your sweet silvery songs drew me
To your shores, but my heart --- I tell you true ---
Was yours before I half-reached the blooming tree.
What is it you hold in your outstretched hand?
You say it is your heart --- I see nothing,
But I clasp your hand in mine, slip a band
Of gold onto a slim finger. The ring
Brings a smile. You say you love me as I love you ---
Your tears of joy shine like the morning dew.