Mathilde

There was a green elf
playing his pipe
on top of a tree
When beautiful Mathilde
walked towards me
And then Mathilde, o sweet Mathilde, kissed me

A rose bloomed up to her knee
so I plucked it out
and gave it to her
and Mathilde loved me

The next day was as young as dawn
when I woke with Mathilde
lying next to me
I waited for inches and hours
for her to open her eyes
so I could kiss them and kiss them
Home of my soul, envy of the stars
But Mathilde did not wake that day
nor the next

So I went to the tree
where she first kissed me
And I asked the green elf
I said, "Mr. Elf, what should I do?
My Mathilde does not wake up to me."
"O, that is easy" Mr. Elf answered"Just kiss her on the lips
But if it does not work
come back to me."

And so I rushed to my Mathilde
and hurried like wind to kiss her on the lips
I blushed upon seeing her, thinking
"What beauty, what art"
And then I kissed her, slowly
passionately, wearing my heart on my lips
And then I yelled and cried
For her lips were cold and her body was ice

And so I rushed back to the green elf
and said, "Mr. Elf, my Mathilde is dead!"
"That is impossible!" exclaimed the green elf "I saw her just now."
"Where?" I asked 
"Over there." he answered, pointing his finger to a cliff
"She jumped. And, if you love her, she said that you will follow her."
So I ran to the cliff and looked down
about a thousand meters from the ocean ground
I felt the cool ghostly wind on my face, my skin
"Mathilde, o sweet Mathilde, do I love you?"
And to see her by any chance of luck
I felt the deep blue water
hard as rock.