Wedding Prayers and Meditation

Under the trees, under the trees, the girl rests deep in dreams. Full of loving desire, she dreams of love golden. She dreams herself to her Holden, but does not dream sleep-conscious. Because a girl full of longing under the trees does not slumber with dreams of love. Her breast heaves up with the sweet dream face. Doesn't she see what she dreams either, she dreams what she would like to see.

Alas, it is a terrible woe never to see under the trees what we dream! A trail of silver lights follows the barge on its course in the still night. So your appearance left a bright trace in my life's dark wave. That trace that rests in the waters will vanish with the next tide. But the beautiful trace of light in the mind does not extinguish any storm in life.

Alternative Wedding Celebration

Do you remember how I overheard you on the rock by the violets, do you still remember the lilac bush where the river rushed by? Do you remember the mountain path where I asked you for the bouquet, do you remember? Oh, it was a sweet picture as you stood there blushing. And all the flowers that you twisted into a bouquet fell to the ground.

Your little, dear hand played with the blue ribbon, remember? And rock and river saw your blushing and your trembling, also saw the first kiss, half taken, half given! And heaven's golden ray flew over mountains and valleys, do you remember? I have an old aunt who has an old book, there is an old, dry leaf in the old book. The hands that once plucked it for her in Lenz are probably just as skinny. What can the old woman have? She cries whenever she sees it.