Und der Schiffer, der den Zauberschimmer Einmal sah im hellen Abendroth, Nach derselben Stelle schifft er immer, Ob auch rings umher die Klippe droht. IV. Aus des Herzens tiefem, tiefem Grunde Klingt es mir, wie Glocken, dumpf und matt: Ach, sie geben wunderbare Kunde Von der Liebe, die geliebt es hat. V. Eine schöne Welt ist da versunken, Ihre Trümmer blieben unten stehn, Lassen sich als goldne Himmelsfunken Oft im Spiegel meiner Träume sehn. VI. Und dann möcht’ ich tauchen in die Tiefen, Mich versenken in den Wiederschein, Und mir ist als ob mich Engel riefen In die alte Wunderstadt herein. VINETA. I. From the sea’s deep hollow faintly pealing, Far off evening bells come sad and slow; Faintly rise, the wondrous tale revealing Of the old enchanted town below. II. On the bosom of the flood reclining, Ruined arch and wall and broken spire, Down beneath the watery mirror shining, Gleam and flash in flakes of golden fire. III. And the boatman who at twilight hour Once that magic vision shall have seen, Heedless how the crags may round him lour, Evermore will haunt the charméd scene. IV. From the heart’s deep hollow faintly pealing, Far I hear them, bell-notes sad and slow, Ah, a wild and wondrous tale revealing Of the drownéd wreck of love below. V. There a world, in loveliness decaying, Lingers yet in beauty ere it die; Phantom forms, across my senses playing, Flash like golden fire-flakes from the sky. VI. Lights are gleaming, fairy bells are ringing, And I long to plunge and wander free, Where I hear the angel-voices singing In those ancient towers below the sea. I give a few more specimens of Klaus Groth’s poetry, which I have ventured to turn into English verse, in the hope that my translations, though very imperfect, may, perhaps on account of their very imperfection, excite among some of my readers a desire to become acquainted with the originals. HE SÄ MI SO VEL. I. He sä mi so vel, un ik sä em keen Wort, Un all wat ik sä, weer: Jehann, ik mutt fort! II. He sä mi vun Lev un vun Himmel un Eer, He sä mi vun allens—ik weet ni mal mehr! III. He sä mi so vel, un ik sä em keen Wort, Un all wat ik sä, weer: Jehann, ik mutt fort! IV. He heeld mi de Hann, un he be mi so dull, Ik schull em doch gut wen, un ob ik ni wull? V. Ik weer je ni bös, awer sä doch keen Wort, Un all wat ik sä, weer: Jehann, ik mutt fort! VI. Nu sitt ik un denk, un denk jümmer deran Mi düch, ik muss seggt hebbn: Wa geern, min Jehann! VII. Un doch, kumt dat wedder, so segg ik keen Wort, Un hollt he mi, segg ik: Jehann, ik mutt fort! HE TOLD ME SO MUCH. I. Though he told me so much, I had nothing to say, And all that I said was, John, I must away! II. He spoke of his true love, and spoke of all that, Of honor and heaven,—I hardly know what. III. Though he told me so much, I had nothing to say, And all that I said was, John, I must away! IV.