The Water-Sprite
The May-moon shone with a mild warm glance,
As the maidens of Tubingen met to dance.
They danced and danced each other between,
'Neath a linden tree in the valley green.
A stranger youth, most richly arrayed,
Approached and bowed to the fairest maid.
He reached her his hand with a noble air,
And placed a sea-green wreath on her hair.
" O young man! why is thine arm so cold? "
— " No heat do the waters of Neckar hold! "
" O young man! why is thine hand so pale?
— " In the water the burning sunbeams fail! "
He danced with her far from the linden tree,
— " O young man! my mother is calling me! "
He danced with her still by the Neckar clear,
— " O young man! leave me — I faint with fear! "
He danced with her in where the waters shine,
— " O father! and thou, O mother, mine! "
He bears her to halls of crystal sheen,
— " Farewell! my mates in the valley green! "
As the maidens of Tubingen met to dance.
They danced and danced each other between,
'Neath a linden tree in the valley green.
A stranger youth, most richly arrayed,
Approached and bowed to the fairest maid.
He reached her his hand with a noble air,
And placed a sea-green wreath on her hair.
" O young man! why is thine arm so cold? "
— " No heat do the waters of Neckar hold! "
" O young man! why is thine hand so pale?
— " In the water the burning sunbeams fail! "
He danced with her far from the linden tree,
— " O young man! my mother is calling me! "
He danced with her still by the Neckar clear,
— " O young man! leave me — I faint with fear! "
He danced with her in where the waters shine,
— " O father! and thou, O mother, mine! "
He bears her to halls of crystal sheen,
— " Farewell! my mates in the valley green! "
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.