Ah, autumn love I best, for then
I gather Edelweiss;
High up along the Watzmann’s sides,
And up above the ice.
In Berchtesgaden, too, by all
The flower is held so dear;
And if I bring my Edelweiss
To some great cavalier,
Or to the ladies of the court,
Each one the flower will wear;
For Edelweiss becomes them well,
And they are all so fair.
Poem by Franz von Kobell
about Berchtesgaden mountains
