thin tower in the depths of dawn
the coachman said he saw;
„`t was glimmering in haze anew”
and woods faded around us.
the jester and his shimm`ring lute
he’d heard the second day;
„`t was warbled on leaves echo”
and paths glittered onwards.
it’s close, he’d told us furthermore,
we’ll ride into the open,
the forest edge is close at hand,
and silence glowed uprooted.