Classic Poem

O, des liebenswürd'gen Dichters

" Oh this dear, delightful poet
Whose great poems charm and cheer us!
How we'd love to make him happy
If we only had him near us! "

While these dear, delightful ladies
Promise me a sweet existence,
I am in a foreign country,
Pining safely at a distance.

What's the good to know, up North, it's
Fairer in the South than this is . . .
And a hungry heart can't feed on
Promissory, verbal kisses.