WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG. - The Language Realm
WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG. - The Language Realm
WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG. - The Language Realm
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Yet the doubt returneth,<br />
Lest perchance that hope should be<br />
Crushed and shattered suddenly.<br />
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On one girl my fancy so,<br />
On one star, reposes;<br />
Her sweet lips with honey flow<br />
And the scent of roses:<br />
In her smile I laugh, and fire<br />
Fills me with her love's desire.<br />
Love in measure overmuch<br />
Strikes man's soul with anguish;<br />
Anxious love's too eager touch<br />
Makes man fret and languish:<br />
Thus in doubt and grief I pine;<br />
Pain more sure was none than mine.<br />
Burning in love's fiery flood,<br />
Lo, my life is wasted!<br />
Such the fever of my blood<br />
That I scarce have tasted<br />
Mortal bread and wine, but sup<br />
Like a god love's nectarcup.<br />
<strong>The</strong> village dance forms an important element in the pleasures of the season. Here is a pretty<br />
picture in two stanzas of a linden sheltering some Suabian meadow.<br />
THE VILLAGE DANCE.<br />
No. 20.<br />
Wide the limetree to the air<br />
Spreads her boughs and foliage fair;<br />
Thyme beneath is growing<br />
[80]On the verdant meadowwhere<br />
Dancers' feet are going.<br />
Through the grass a little spring<br />
Runs with jocund murmuring;<br />
All the place rejoices;<br />
Cooling zephyrs breathe and sing<br />
With their summer voices.<br />
I have freely translated a second, which presents a more elaborate picture of a similar scene.