Encounter

What a storm it was last night,

raging until the morning!

How that unprayed-for broom

swept clean the chimneys and the streets!

There comes a maiden along the street

who, half-scared, glances around her;

like roses that the wind blows wild,

so her face's glow fluctuates.

A handsome boy steps up toward her:

he wants to approach her, full of delight:

how joyful and embarrassed

seems this unaccustomed rogue!

He appears to ask, whether his sweetheart

has put to right her braids,

which last night in her open chamber

a storm brought into disorder.

The lad still dreams of the kisses

which that sweet girl exchanged with him;

and he stands, overcome by her charm,

while away she rushes, around the corner.