"Thus do I sing my weary song, Wherever the four winds blow; And this same song, my whole life long Neither Poet nor Printer may know WHITHER? FROM THE GERMAN OF MULLER. I HEARD a brooklet gushing I know not what came o'er me, Downward, and ever farther, And ever the brook beside; And ever fresher murmured, And ever clearer, the tide. Is this the way I was going? Thou hast, with thy soft murmur, What do I say of a murmur? That can no murmur be; "T is the water-nymphs, that are singing Their roundelays under me. Let them sing, my friend, let them murmur And wander merrily near; The wheels of a mill are going In every brooklet clear. BEWARE! FROM THE GERMAN. I KNOW a maiden fair to see, She can both false and friendly be, She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! And she has hair of a golden hue, Take care! And what she says, it is not true, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! K She has a bosom as white as snow, Take care! She knows how much it is best to show, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She gives thee a garland woven fair, It is a fool's-cap for thee to wear, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! SONG OF THE BELL FROM THE GERMAN. BELL! thou soundest merrily, To the church doth hie! Bell! thou soundest merrily; Tellest thou at evening, Bed-time draweth nigh! Bell! thou soundest mournfully; Tellest thou the bitter Parting hath gone by! Say! how canst thou mourn? Thou art but metal dull! Thou dost feel them all! God hath wonders many, Placed within thy form! THE CASTLE BY THE SEA FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND, 'HAST thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. "And fain it would stoop downward To the mirrored wave below; And fain it would soar upward In the evening's crimson glow.' Well have I seen that castle, And the moon above it standing, The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime? Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The winds and the waves of ocean, But I heard on the gale a sound of wail, And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride? And the wave of their crimson mantles? 'Led they not forth, in rapture, Well saw I the ancient parents. They were moving slow, in weeds of woe, THE BLACK KNIGHT. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. T WAS Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, "So from the halls Of ancient Hofburg's walls, A luxuriant Spring shall break |