Der arme Max. (WERNER.) MAX sat alone by the sea, to dirges of wild swans replying; sad echo sigh'd back from the sea. pale, pale as a snowdrift was he. all hollowly mutter'd the sea. 'I come, o murmuring sea, the name died away on the sea. who walks so late by the sea? fair lost one, for whom art thou crying? Amalie! Amalie ! seek Max in the dark-rolling sea. From FALK. Nicht zur Erde. (AMBROSCH.) WORLDLY treasures may deceive thee, all things here are vain and fleeting: The Ideal and the Real. I LAID me idly beside the stream, how sweet to live in the wave would be! I looked to heaven: the thin clouds strayed, half shadowy splendour, half sunny shade; they chased each other so merrily: how sweet must life in the blue sky be! he stood before me a shape of light; scarce dared I look in his eyes so bright, so bright and tender and bent on me: how sweet to live on this earth might be! Der Leuchtthurm. (SEIDEL.) THE Lighthouse with its friendly glare peers o'er the raging sea: dark storm is gathering in the air; seaman, of rock and reef beware; here shines security. so Mercy listens from the strand few seek that happy shore. Der Wirthin Töchterlein. (LOEWE.) THREE travellers rose with morning light, and came to an inn ere fall of night. 'hast wine, good landlady, strong and clear, and is not thy fair young daughter here?' 'my wine,' she said, 'is strong and clear: my daughter she lies on her early bier.'. then drew they nigh to the chamber of death; and stood by the pall with stifled breath. the first he lifted the sable hood, and gazed on the dead in sorrowing mood: the second he dropt the lifted shroud, From UHLAND. Trust in the Lord. 'SHALL the powers of evil rule for ever? shall the shades of darkness vanish never?' behold the wondrous star of Love arise: 'trust in the Lord : He is thy rock: his mighty Word supplies thy shield and sword.' Das Veilchen. A VIOLET fed with morning dew 'ah,' thought the violet, 'would I were so might I be thy choice, and press'd, o woe the while! the careless maid, it was a tender violet. From GOETHE. O legt mich nicht, &c. O LAY me not in sullen tomb; o lay me in some mossy shade: and clouds of early spring their fairy shadows o'er me fling. From UHLAND. Secrecy. (KELLER.) IN silence hoard your secret joy, the lover's tongue with easy art, the lover's careless eye, must hide the treasure of his heart so, though my love unrivall'd be, for if I said how bright and young her maiden loveliness, how rich her voice, how sweet her song, her name you'd surely guess. no, no one trace I will not tell by which she may be known; for, while I guard the secret well, the bliss is all my own. |