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THE HOSTESS'S DAUGHTER. 219
THE HOSTESS'S DAUGHTER.
Over the Rhine came gallants three,
"Now hast thou good wine, mine hostess, say, And where is thy lovely daughter gay?"
"My wine it is bright and fair to see,
My daughter alas! in her shroud lies she."
And they entered the chamber with muffled tread,
Where a coffin black was the maiden's bed. And the first he lifted the veil from her face, And looked at the maiden with sorrowful gaze. "Oh, wert thou living thou beauteous one, How would I love thee from this day on."
The second spread o'er her the veil where she lay,
But the third came forward and lifted the veil,
From the German.
FOREVER AND FOREVER.
I think of all thou art to me,-
My life is curst with thoughts of thee,
My heart is full of grief and woe-
Perchance if we had never met,
Perchance if thou wert far away,
Ah, no! I could not bear the pain,
Ah, leave me not, I love but thee!
WERE I A BIRD OF AIR.
STAR OF MY HEART.
While there's a pearl in the depth of the sea
Long as the perfume exhales from the rose,
WERE I A BIRD OF AIR.
Were I a bird of air
And had two pinions fair,
I'd fly to thee, I'd fly to thee.
Ah woe is me! Ah woe is me!
Tho' thou art far from me,
I am in dreams with thee,
With thee alone, with thee alone.
But when I wake again,
The dream has flown, the dream has
There is no hour of night,
With thoughts of thee, with thoughts of thee;
And that a thousand times
Thy heart a thousand times, Thou'st given to me From the German.
Oh, press thy cheek against mine own,
Together the flames shall be glowing. And when in the glowing flames at last, The stream of tears is thronging
And when mine arm shall encircle thee fast,
Oh, press thy cheek against mine own.
ABSENT YET PRESENT.
As the flight of a river that flows to the sea,
A twofold existence I am where thou art,
My heart in the distance beats close to thy
Look up, I am near thee,
I see thee, I hear thee,
And absence but brightens the eyes that I miss,
At sundown when one star was seen,
Just glimmering above,
I chanc'd while wand'ring o'er the green,
She too, unconsciously had stray'd,
('Twas odd!) across that meadow fair, And envious tongues perhaps had said,
"Each knew the other would be there."
I know not how it came to pass,
Or how my arm (but so it was)
I did not hear the vesper chime,