I felt a boneless tremor;
He was the Beér, I descried,
And I was but the Seemer!
"Ah, how to be what then I seemed,
And bid him seem that is so!
We always tangle threads we dreamed,
And contravene our bliss so,
I see the red-roan steed again!
He looks as something sought he;
Why, hoity-toity!—he is fain,