Zu der Lauheit und der Flauheit

In your tepid soul and vapid,
 There's no strength to stand the shocks
Of my wild love, with its rapid
 Force that breaks a path through rocks.

You, you want Love's broad, safe high-roads,
 And a husband's arm through life;
Scorning all the glades and by-roads,—
 Just a prim and pregnant wife.