O Darling Room

Dear room, the apple of my sight,

With thy two couches soft and white,

There is no room so exquisite,

No little room so warm and bright,

Wherein to read, wherein to write.

And Oberwinter's vineyards green,

Musical Lurlei; and between

The hills to Bingen have I been,

Bingen in Darmstadt, where the Rhene

Curves toward Mentz, a woody scene.

In any town, to left or right,

A little room so exquisite,

With two such couches, soft and white;

Not any room so warm and bright,

Wherein to read, wherein to write.