Shall be mine while the moon shines fair.
The Devil in Hell has promised me
That if I gain him a soul
I shall be forever from that time free,
So long as the Rhine shall run to the sea
And the Maine shall Rhineward roll."
And from the heights above the echo came,—"Roll—roll."
Then running lightly to the wall, which is on the river side, she leaned over and sung in a high, unearthly, wild voice, while her dark hair waved in the night wind,
"Beautiful river rushing on,
Touched with light by the silver moon,