V Flower Oracles, etc.
A spire of grass hath made me gay;
It saith, I shall find mercy mild.
I measured in the selfsame way
I have seen practised by a child.
Come look and listen if she really does:
She does, does not, she does, does not, she does.
Each time I try, the end so augureth.
That comforts me—’tis right that we have faith.
Walther von der Vogelweide [A.D. 1170-1230].