III.
Gloomy Genius though thou be,
Yet thou dwellest with Liberty;
Here but the encircling dance shall greet thee,
Nought but songs of joy shall meet thee.
IV.
Thine no gloomy, lone dominion,—
Haste thee on thine ebon pinion;
O’er the swelling ocean speed me—
To my long lost home, oh, lead me!
V.
There ’neath the shady citron grove,
By limpid fountains lovers rove,
And there, to loved ones tell again
The heartless deeds of fellow men.
The Lorelei.
(From the German of Heine.)
I.
I KNOW not what it presages,
This sadness of my heart;—
A tale of bygone ages
From my mind will not depart.