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! 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, Take care! 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, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell! thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie! 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? How canst thou rejoice? 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 form! When the heart is sinking, Thou alone canst raise it, Trembling in the storm! 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, That Castle by the Sea, And the moon above it standing, The winds and the waves of ocean, Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The winds and the waves of ocean, They rested quietly, 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? And the golden crown of pride? |