Oft stagnant is my blood;But when by Christel's sight I'm blest,
I will snare him,
Of my joys the partner dear!Mindful, though, of sorrows past,
Thou claim'st, and rightly claim'st, for only thee;He too is wholly thine; since doomed to rove
Deserves his chains to wear.
Joyfully heard the youth the willing maiden's decision,Doubting whether he now had not better tell her the whole truth;But it appear'd to him best to let her remain in her error,First to take her home, and then for her love to entreat her.Ah! but now he espied a golden ring on her finger,And so let her speak, while he attentively listen'd:--
IN my boyhood's days so drear
Where to eat, and enjoy what I taste.