K. J. Erben (1811–1870)
As he whispers to her softly
So they dance the third time round.
In her husband’s arms the maiden
Sinks unconscious to the ground.
Noise, confusion,—laughter ceases;
Each guest quick to aid her plight.
Who, and where the unknown stranger?
Gone,—outside, the gloomy night.
Once more music, dancing, revels:
Fled the joy they had before.
Stolen by the unknown stranger
From the bride for ever more.