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!