And smiles, the ready mask of pride,
The canker-worm within may hide.
Heed not those signs! they but delude;
Follow, and mark their solitude!
The song is hush’d, the feast is done,
And Lindheim’s lord remains alone—
Alone in silence and unrest,
With the dread secret of his breast;
Alone with anguish and with fear,
—There needs not an avenger here!