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