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'Tis 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.

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I KNow a maiden, fair to see,
Take care l

She can both false and friendly be,
Beware l Beware l
Trust her not,

She is fooling thee!

She has two eyes, so soft and brown,
Take care l

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 carel

And what she says it is not true,
Beware l Beware l
Trust her not,

She is fooling thee!

She has a bosom as white as snow,
'Take care! .
She knows how much it is best to show,
o Beware l -
rust her not,
She is fooling thee!

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She gives thee a garland woven fair,
Take carel

It is a fool's-cap for thee to wear,
Beware Beware
Trust her not,

She is fooling thee!

SONG OF THE BELL.

BELL! thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hiel
Bell, thou soundest solemnly,
When, on Sabbath morning,
Fields deserted lie

Bell I thou soundest merrily:
Tellest thou at evening
Bed-time draweth nigh
Bell! thou soundest mournfully:
Tellest thou the bitter
Parting hath gone by 1

Say! how canst thou mourn?
How canst thou rejoice?
Thou art but metal dull !
And yet all our sorrowings,
And all our rejoicings,
Thou dost feel them all !

God hath wonders many,
Which we cannot fathom,
Placed within thy forms
When the heart is sinking,
Thou alone canst raise it,
Trembling in the storm'

256 TrANSLATIONS. GERMAN.

THE CASTLE BY THE SEA.

FROM Uri LAND.

“HAST thou seen that lordly castle,
That Castle by the §§
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,
That Castle by the Sea,
And the moon above it standing,
And the mist rise solemnly.”

“The winds and the waves of ocean,
Had they a merry chime?
Didst thou hear from those lofty chambers
The harp and the minstrel's rhyme?”

“The winds and the waves of ocean
They rested quietly,
But I heard on the gale a sound of wail,
And tears came to mine eye.”

“And sawest thou on the turrets
The King and his royal bride?
And the wave of their crimson mantles?
And the golden crown of pride?

“Led they not forth, in rapture,
A beauteous maiden there;
Resplendent as the morning sun,
Beaming with golden hair?”

“Well saw I the ancient parents,
Without the crown of pride;
They were moving slow, in weeds of woe:
No maiden was by their side l’’

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"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,

Wave the crimson banners proudly,
From balcony the king looked on;

In the play of spears,

Fell .*. cavaliers,
Before the monarch's stalwart son.

To the barrier of the fight Rode at last a sable knight. “Sir Knight | your name and 'scutcheon, say!" “Should I speak it here, Ye would stand aghast with fear; I'm a prince of mighty sway !”

When he rode into the lists,
The arch of heaven grew black with mists,
And the castle 'gan to rock.
... . At the first blow,
Fell the youth from saddle-bow,
Hardly rises from the shock.

Pipe and viol call the dances,
Torchlight through the high halls glances;
Waves a mighty shadow in ;
R

With manner bland
Doth ask the maiden's hand,
Doth with her the dance begin ;

Danced in sable iron sark,
1)anced a measure weird and dark,
Coldly clasped her limbs around.
From breast and hair
Down fall from her the fair
Flowerets, faded, to the ground.

To the 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 1"
The children drank,
Gave many a courteous thank;
“O that draught was very cool!”

Each the father's breast embraces,
Son and daughter; and their faces
Colourless grow utterly.
Whichever way
Looks the fear-struck father gray,
He beholds his children die.

“Woe! the blessed children both
Takest thou in the joy of youth;
Take me, too, the joyless father 1"
Spake the grim guest,
From his hollow, cavernous breast:
“Roses in the spring I gather!”

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