In heaven the angels Their eyes gently close: THE BROOK. When love has o'ermastered Its hopes and fears, A new star, bright shining, Then blossom three roses, And in heaven the angels THE MILLER. Ah, brooklet, lovely brooklet, Ah, brooklet, but thou know'st not Ah, down there, far down there, 'Tis cool and deep. Ah, brooklet, lovely brooklet, Now sing me to sleep. CRADLE SONG OF THE BROOK. SWEETLY sleep, sweetly sleep! Wanderer, so weary, thou 'rt now at home. Asleep on my breast, Till the brooklets mingle with ocean foam. Thy bed shall be cool In moss-lined pool, In the chamber of sparkling blue crystal clear; Come, wavelets, wave, His cradle lave, Soothe him and rock him, my comrade so dear. When the sound of horn From the greenwood's borne, I will rush and I'll gush, that thou mayst not hear. Peep ye not through, Little flow'rets blue! You make all the dreams of my sleeper so drear. Away, away From my margin stay, Wicked maiden, lest from thy shadow he wake! Thy kerchief brown, So for his eyes I'll a bandage make! Now good-night, now good-night! Forget all thy hopes, and forget thy fate! The mists take flight, And the heaven above me how wide and how great! VINETA. FROM the sea's deep hollow faintly pealing, On the bosom of the flood reclining, Ruined arch and wall and broken spire, And the boatman, who at twilight hour, From the heart's deep hollow faintly pealing, There a world in loveliness decaying Lights are gleaming, fairy bells are ringing, THE SCARF. It was a king's fair daughter, Tall, lily-fair, blue-eyed, Who spun a silvern girdle Throughout the long summertide. Upon a high chair seated In the clear and liquid moonlight Passed daily knights of valor, "To whom shall this scarf fall?" She looked not up from her labor; There came a wild storm raging, From the mountains hither hurled, Which the scarf tore from its framework And into the deep sea hurled. Unmoved remained the maiden, From out of a boudoir closet A black mourning robe she drew; Whoe'er for a light scarf merely Such heavy mourning knew? Three days and three nights stayed she In the third night's depths the watchman At the gate conveyed a herald "The ship of the king's great navy "And the wild waves in their fury The king's fair daughter standeth "It is a wrought scarf silvern I bring from the ocean's strand, "Of this thou 'dst not be boasting Back to the deep blue sea. "And when thou shalt entomb him, Let this scarf buried be, And then beside his pallet PASTORAL SONG. SHEPHERD. ADIEU, adieu, belov'd one; And reach to me thy hand: My herd I must be driving Into a lower land. The stubblefield is vacant Where late hath hay been mown; Here let us with blue ribbons Bind Love and Truth in one. Upon the hat I'll wear them, When look'st thou from the mountain A fire thou wilt see burning, And when the flames reach higher, SHEPHERDESS. Adieu, adieu, belov'd one; When mine eyes from my window A fire when I see burning Bright in the dense, dark night, I'll bless the station yonder That my belov'd keeps bright. And when the flames mount higher, Do not the fire extinguish, SWEETHEARTS EVERYWHERE. I'VE on the Rhine a sweetheart fine, A third at hand in Switzerland, And where I stay or whither stray, In castle, town, or field, I find a sweetheart in my way, The fairest earth doth yield. |