The old dream comes again to me: br With May-night stars above, br We two sat under the linden-tree br And swore eternal love. br br Again and again we plighted troth, br We chattered, and laughed, and kissed; br To make me well remember my oath br You gave me a bite on the wrist. br br O darling with the eyes serene, br And with the teeth so white! br The vows were proper to the scene, br Superfluous was the bite.