Hunter's song
W. Hess
Dainty are birds' footprints in the snow,
when they wander up to mountain peaks;
still daintier is the writing of my love,
in letters wich I read so far from home.
A heron rises high up in the sky,
where neither shots nor arrows can attain.
A thousand times more lofty and more swift,
are the thoughts of love so true and deep.