Lenient, Yielding

Tilia Japonica

Under the lime tree
on the open field,
where we two had our bed,
you still can see
lovely both
broken flowers and grass.
On the edge of the woods in a vale,
tandaradei,
sweetly sang the nightingale.

Walther von der Vogelweide

But when the time comes for us both to die, I will turn into a Linden, and you an Oak, on a mountain, as far away as an arrow can shoot in one pull.