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And she has hair of a golden hue,
Trust her not,
Trust her not,
Trust her not, She is fooling thee!
SONG OF THE BELL.
FROM THE GERMAN.
BELLI thou soundest merrily,
To the church doth hie!
Fields deserted lie!
Bell! thou soundest merrily ;
Bed-time draweth nigh!
Parting hath gone by!
Thou art but metal dull !
Thou dost feel them all!
Placed within thy form!
Trembling in the storní !
THE CASTLE BY THE SEA,
FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.
" HAST thou seen that lordly castle,
That Castle by the Sea ?
The clouds float gorgeously.
To the mirrored wave below;
In the evening's crimson glow.
That Castle by the Sea,
And the mist rise solemnly.”
Had they a merry chime ?
The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ?”
They rested quietly,
And tears came to mine eye.”
The King and his royal bride ?
And the golden crown of pride ?
A beauteous maiden there?
Beaming with golden hair ?”
Without the crown of pride;
No maiden was by their side !"
THE BLACK KNIGHT,
FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. 'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, When woods and fields put off all sadness.
Thus began the King and spake; “ So from the halls Of ancient Hofburg's walls,
A luxuriant Spring shall break."
Drums and trumpets echo loudly,
From balcony the King looked on;
Before the monarch's stalwart son.
“Sir Knight! your name and scutcheon, say!" “Should I speak it here, Ye would stand aghast with fear
I am a Prince of mighty sway !"
And the castle 'gan to rock.
Hardly rises from the shock.
Waves a mighty shadow in;
Doth with her the dance begin!
Coldly clasped her limbs around.
Flowerets, faded, to the ground.
sumptuous banquet came Every Knight and every Dame.
'Twixt son and daughter all distraught, With mournful mind The ancient King reclined,
Gazed at them in silent thought. Pale the children both did look, But the guest a beaker took ;
“Golden wine will make you whole!” The children drank, Gave many à courteous thank;
“Oh, that draught was very cool!” Each the Father's breast embraces, Son and daughter; and their faces
Colourless grow utterly.
He beholds his children die.
“Woe, the blessed children both
Take me, too, the joyless father!"
“Roses in the Spring I gather!"
SONG OF THE SILENT LAND,
FROM THE GERMAN OF SALIS.
INTO the Silent land !
Into the Silent Land!
O Land! O Land!
YE voices, that arose
Ye sounds, so low and calm,