The Water-Lily

Die stille Wasserrose.

The beauteous water-lilyFloats on the azure stream;Around her snow-white calyxGlisten the leaves and gleam.

The moon pours down from heavenA flood of golden light;Pours down its fairest moonbeamsInto her bosom white.

Circling around the flowerA fair white swan doth go;He looks upon the lily,And singeth soft and low.

So soft and sweet he singeth,The while he glides along,O lily, snow-white lily,Canst understand his song?Geibel.