A little song
Eberhard von Lüneburg
"Eyes of beauty, bright but fading,"
Thus I heard a sweet voice singing,
When in distant lands I wandered,
(Still in mem'ry's halls 'tis ringing.)
'Twas a little maiden sang it,
By the sea her nets amending,
And when first my eyes beheld thee,
'Twas with that sweet vision blending.