By The Isar, In The Twilight We Were Wandering And Singing, By The Isar, In The Evening We Climbed The Huntsman'S Ladder And Sat Swinging In The Fir-Tree Overlooking The Marshes, While River Met With River, And The Ringing Of Their Pale-Green Glacier Water Filled The Evening. By The Isar, In The Twilight We Found The Dark Wild Roses Hanging Red At The River; And Simmering Frogs Were Singing, And Over The River Closes Was Savour Of Ice And Of Roses; And Glimmering Fear Was Abroad. We Whispered: "No One Knows Us. Let It Be As The Snake Disposes Here In This Simmering Marsh." Kloster Schaeftlarn