Radiant as the foam-born Venus
Wilhelm Killmayer
Radiant as the foam-born Venus,
Gleams my love in beauty's pride,
For a strange man, come between us,
Claims her as his chosen bride
Heart, my heart, thou much enduring,
Murmur not at Fate's decree;
Bear it, pardon what's past curing--
What, sweet fool, she has done to thee.