You milk-young boy, why do you look at me so?

Brahms, Johannes

You milk-young boy,

why do you look at me so?

What a question

your eyes have asked!

All the councilmen in the town

and all the wisemen in the world

Would be struck dumb by the question

that your eyes have posed!

A seashell lies

upon my cousin's cupboard;

Press your ear to it;

then you'll hear something!