Be thy future magic-word!
Adding grapes in full-grown splendour.
Haunt me with their tone,Joy and grief in turns I know,
For some one must be their possessor.
Arms drop down, and footsteps stumble,Can this be the pathway homewards?Shall she fly, or shall she tarry?Can she think, when thought and counsel,When assistance all are lost?So before her spouse appears she--On her looks he--look is judgment--Proudly on the sword he seizes,To the hill of death he drags her,Where delinquents' blood pays forfeit.What resistance could she offer?What excuses could she proffer,Guilty, knowing not her guilt?
THE sun appears! A glorious sight!
1815.*-----THE SWISS ALPS.
PAGE.I'll follow thee soon;When the sun burns at noonWe'll go there, o'urselves from his rays to hide,And then in some glade all-verdant and deep--
And see the flipping and the flapping,
I KNOW a flower of beauty rare,
I then was the servant of all:By this creature so charming I now am fast bound,To love and love's guerdon she turns all around,
"Dearest! let's the insect capture
AEolus! potentate dread! keep ev'ry storm far away!"Oh, thou fool!" cried the god:"ne'er fear the blustering tempest;