Es fiel ein Reif in der Frühlingsnacht

(A genuine folk-song; heard by Heine on the Rhine)

The hoar-frost fell on a night in Spring,
It fell on the young and tender blossoms . . .
And they have withered and perished.

A boy and a girl were once in love;
They fled from the house into the world —
They told neither father nor mother.

They wandered here and they wandered there —
They had neither luck nor a star for guide . . .
And they have withered and perished.