Child's Song for Agnes

There at the churchyard wall

I sit waiting;

too well I love to sit there;

there is motion in the elderberries,

there underneath it's raining

raisins and almonds.

A little nuthatch,

golden, dainty,

has brought it to me.

He has a castle in the mountains,

where the seven dwarfs live,

that is filled with great splendor.

And he has promised me

that, in another hundred weeks,

if Agnes is good,

he will come in a sleigh

to invite me to be a guest,

which would be truly fine.