Some one is weeping and lamenting behind that door. Is it Marie?
Some one is speaking in loud and earnest tones behind this door. Is it the poet composing an inscription for the gravestone of his love?
“Give me thy Laura—give me her whom love
To thy heart’s core endears;
I tore the fond shape from the bleeding love,
And gave—albeit with tears!”
A loud knock is heard at the door, and then a second, and a third, in quick succession. Schiller shakes back the hair from his countenance, and hastens forward to see who is clamoring for admission.
CHAPTER VI.
THE SONG “TO JOY.”