Ah geese, my little geese,
How little do you know
That on your snowy breasts
My dowry fair doth grow.
For I shall have my beds
Out of your downy lot;
In them my dearest love
Will take me to his cot.
There I shall spread them out,
In covers fine and light;
And there we both shall sleep,
Like stars in doublets white.
.mw-parser-output .wst-floatright{float:right;text-indent:0}Translated by Jos. V. Sládek