Here doth the minstrel hide, and list to their numbers enthralling,
Here doth he watch their silent dances’ mysterious measure.
All that is glorious in Heaven, and all that the earth in her beauty
Ever hath brought into life, the dreamer awake sees before him;
All he repeats to the Muses, and lest the gods should be anger’d,
How to tell of secrets discreetly, the Muses instruct him.
Over all his breath so icy,He inflamed each wind that blitheTo assail them angrily.Over them he gave dominionTo his frost-unsharpened tempests;Down to Timur’s council went he,And with threat’ning voice address’d him:–‘Softly, slowly, wretched being!Live, the tyrant of injustice;But shall hearts be scorch’d much longerBy thy flames,–consume before them?If amongst the evil spiritsThou art one,–good! I’m…
If rod-like comets, red as blood,Are ‘mongst the constellations view’d,Out springs the Ignoramus, yelling:‘The star’s exactly o’er my dwelling!What woeful prospect, ah, for me!Then calls his neighbour mournfully:‘Behold that awful sign of evil,Portending woe to me, poor devil!My mother’s asthma ne’er will leave her,My child is sick with wind and fever;I dread the illness of…
What rapture steals o’er me!Oh heavenly sight!He’s coming to meet me;Perplex’d, I retreat me,With shame take to flight.My mind seems to wander!Ye rocks and trees yonder,Conceal ye my rapture.Conceal my delight!THE YOUTH.‘Tis here I must find her,‘Twas here she enshrined her,Here vanish’d from sight.She came, as to meet me,Then fearing to greet me,With shame took…
What the people had suffer’d, how long from their homes they had wander’d,Then the man replied:–‘By no means short are our sorrows,For we have drunk the bitters of many a long year together,All the more dreadful, because our fairest hopes have been blighted.Who can deny that his heart beat wildly and high in his bosomAnd…
When ‘mongst man’s busy haunts we move,Thy coldness puts to flight my joy.But soon as night and silence round us reign,I know thee by thy kisses sweet again!
But is he really dead?–oh, that I cannot prove:A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.
