Lou was swimming naked
In a cool Swiss lake
Two boys were watching her
From behind a rock
They were playing truant
Neither will be alive in 1918
As the war will have claimed both lives
The poet Georg was sketching Lou
As she swam in the crystal lake
He had already composed a poem
In his green grey notebook
It was called The Ice Maiden
Both the poet and his mistress
Survived the war and moved to Vienna
During the first summer after the conflict
The lake poem was never published
And is now considered lost