text:  Trust not the roses which your youth enjoyeth Sisters to man's faith changeful as the moon! Beauty to me brought guilt--its bloom destroyeth: Lo in the judgment court I curse the boon: Tears in the headsman's gaze--what tears?--tis spoken! Quick bind mine eyes--all soon shall be forgot-- Doomsman--the lily hast thou never broken? Pale doomsman--tremble not! [12] "Und Empfindung soll mein Richtschwert seyn