Xi

I am a linden with large crown, In style dressed in the meadow: Thou beautiful, sweet rose of May, Come to my cooling shadow.

Here each green leaf does odor breathe And swarms of bees are humming, And, nightly, little birds arrive-- Those are my thoughts, home coming.

They fly far-off as children do From home until they hunger, But, with Thee seated close to me, They will depart no longer.