Classic Poem

Am Fenster stand die Mutter

The mother stands by the window,
The son on the bed doth lie.
" Will you not rise up, William,
And see the throngs go by? "

" I am so sick, my mother,
I cannot hear or see;
The thought of my dead Gretchen
Is all that lives in me. "

" Rise up, and then to Kevlaar
With book and cross we'll go;
God's Mother, She will heal you
And rid your heart of woe. "

The churchly banners flutter,
Louder the chanting grows;
From Coln, beside Rhine River,
The long procession goes.

The mother joins the pilgrims,
She leads her son in the line,
And they too swell the chorus:
" Queen Mary, praise be Thine! "