The Princess Recalls her One Adventure

Hard is my pillow / Of down from the duck's breast, / Harsh the linen cover;

I cannot rest.

Fall down, my tears, / Upon the fine hem, / Upon the lonely letters / Of my long name;

Drown the sigh of them.

We stood by the lake / And we neither kissed nor spoke;

We heard how the small waves / Lurched and broke, / And chuckled in the rock.

We spoke and turned away.

We never kissed at all.

Fall down, my tears.

I wish that you might fall / On the road by the lake, / Where my cob went lame, / And I stood with the groom / Till the carriage came.