At one dark summer midnight,
I went through pain and delight.
The cool breeze made me sleep,
Brought me to the dale, very deep.
Roved I, city to city, street to street,
Valley to valley, with swollen feet.

Then a fairy Nymph came to me,
Caressed my forehead like a bee;
When sits to suck, smell and sap,
And rests on petals, in flower's lap.
She seemed pretty, happy and gay,
Like a blooming rose of the May.

Dressed she was with full grace,
Bowed politely with serene face.
I fondly patted and raised her head,
While she began to big tears shed;
I embraced her for she was my wife,
My parted love, my soul and my life.
She lifting up my sad soul very high,
Vanished suddenly with a deep sigh.