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THE COUNT OF GREIERS.
FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.
AT morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands;
"Oh, greenest of the valleys, how shall I come to thee!
He hears a sound of timbrels, and suddenly appear
A troop of ruddy damsels and herdsmen drawing near; They reach the castle greensward, and gayly dance across; The white sleeves flit and glimmer, the wreaths and ribands toss
`The youngest of the maidens, slim as a spray of spring, She takes the young count's fingers, and draws him to the ring, They fling upon his forehead a crown of mountain flowers, "And ho, young Count of Greiers! this morning thou art ours!"
Then hand in hand departing, with dance and roundelay, Through hamlet after hamlet, they lead the Count away. They dance through wood and meadow, they dance across the linn,
Till the mighty Alpine summits have shut the music in.
The second morn is risen, and now the third is come;
The cloud has shed its waters, the brook comes swollen down;
"Here am I cast by tempests far from your mountain dell.
"Farewell, with thy glad dwellers, green vale among the rocks! Farewell the swift sweet moments, in which I watched thy flocks'
Why rocked they not my cradle in that delicious spot,
"Rose of the Alpine valley! I feel, in every vein,
FROM THE SPANISH.
Ir slumber, sweet Lisena!
Wake, in thy scorn and beauty,
Here by thy door at midnight,
With plaintive sounds profaning
A tale of sorrow cherished
Twice, o'er this vale, the seasons
The January tempest,
The genial wind of May;
Yet still my plaint is uttered,
I saw from this fair region,
While winter seized the streamlets
I saw that to the forest
The maniac winds, divorcing