Leber Again. W INDILY clang the bells from the tower, Months and years my grief have mellowed, Then dies away in a hopeless wailing - A burden of utter woe. O she was young and passing fair, (Sorrow and woe!) Blue-bright eyes and wreathing hair, Neber Again. Ripened on them kisses rare ; Now the grave-worm banquets there, (Sing sorrow, sorrow and woe!) Say, why didst thou ever leave me ? (Sing sorrow!) Yet thou could'st never bear to grieve me(Sorrow and woe!) No, 'twas some Fate did deceive me With short-lived bliss, soon to bereave me, From sorrow and bitter woe. Strange, I leave the mirthful throng! (Sing sorrow!) Shun the glass and hate the song! I only wait (Great God, how long?) Now remain no hopes to gladden, (Sing sorrow!) No fond hopes to cheer and gladden, 31 Only dull despair to sadden, Only love's unsate to madden, (Sing sorrow, sorrow and woe!) So I lie dreaming, mournfully dreaming, The Wild Huntsman. EEP silence in the forest reigns, And willing slumber still enchains weary frames of men; The And far and wide no sound is heard, Save where the cool night wind hath stirred Some leaf-strewn mountain glen. It is the hour when spirits love 'Mid well-remembered haunts to rove How strangely still all nature seems, VOL. X. But hark! what sound the stillness breaks Why starts the peasant in his bed? What fills that sturdy heart with dread, And makes his children e'en in sleep 'Tis the Wild Huntsman winds his horn, The awful blast resounds; And ere its echo dies away Is heard the deep and distant bay Of the Wild Hunter's hounds! Through brush and tangled brake they speed, For they are not of mortal breed; And none can check their rapid course, Save he who rides behind; And none outstrip them, man or horse, Nearer they come, and louder now Bursts forth the angry bay, |