Landscape with a mill and ruins by Jacob van Ruisdael
TO AUDELWYN WHILE SWIMMING
From distant plains to this fair pool
strides Audelwyn, beauteous stranger
whose hair about her handsome shoulders,
the hue of leaves in the last months
before winter, makes a warmth
like burning flame within my breast.
As man needs woman, a woman needs man,
and stand here two who long to touch;
why keep her love from this cold scop,
who lingers still in loneliness?
