When he his steed had tied.And as he groped his doubtful way,The ground began to rock and sway,--
Now that I know thee, I am left alone;With but myself can I my rapture share,I needs must veil and hide thy radiance fair.
When upon yon spot it stood,Like a rolling billow came,
AFTER these vernal rains
With my sharp axe split at last.
As yet can speak, and well may it beware;
Short the time was--seven days had pass'd not,--Yet enough 'twas; many mighty princesSought the woman in her widow's-mourning.Sought the woman,--as their wife they sought her.And the mightiest was Imoski's Cadi,And the woman weeping begg'd her brother:By thy life, my brother, I entreat thee,Let me not another's wife be ever,Lest my heart be broken at the imageOf my poor, my dearly-cherish'd children!"
But she, at his sight,
When on the mount is kindled morn's sweet light,
[This fine piece, written originally in 1805, on Schiller'sdeath, was altered and recast by Goethe in 1815, on the occasionof the performance on the stage of the Song of the Bell. Hencethe allusion in the last verse.]
Black and stormy was the night.