The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries: Masterpieces of German Literature Vol. 19
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries: Masterpieces of German Literature Vol. 19
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
This motionlessness filled me with sadness on account of my folly of
the preceding day, and oppressed me. I cautiously stepped up to her and
remained standing in front of her, to see whether she would not raise
her eyes; but she made no sign. Then I could not help falling upon my
knees, and my eyes sought hers. Her transparent face, her half-closed
eyes made no movement. Without a sound I got up from my knees and
returned to my bench. Then she arose, walked slowly round the glowing
white marble ring of the pool, and vanished in the shrubbery beyond,
without my venturing to follow her.
I remained at my place and recalled again and again to my eyes how she
sat there at the edge of the water, could not be forced to lift up her
countenance upon me, and still gave me so much happiness. Could I have
endured more?--how she, noiselessly and gracefully waving the folds of
her soft flowing garment, slowly glided about the fountain, like a
fairy of old, and bestowed upon my last glance the never-failing
comfort of beauty.
Not until the hour of my duty at the boarding school drew near in the
late afternoon did I drag myself away and forsake the park.
I performed my duty according to my custom.
As soon as duty was over on the following morning I found myself on the
way to the city park.
Suddenly I was aroused at hearing my name called. I looked up and
saw Mariandel standing in her window, stared at her, and came to my
senses, and felt the desiccating heat of the day.
"Do you mean to run by again?" the girl asked in surprise.
"I was thinking," I answered.
"And yesterday you were thinking so hard that you did not even hear me
call after you!--How you look!" she cried in sudden apprehension.
"I do not know of anything. How do I?"
"Worn out! Terribly! Have you been revelling all night?"
"Revelling!" I murmured with a smile, and relapsed into my revery.
"But what is the matter with you? Erwin!"
"I don't sleep well."
"Are you writing verses again all night long?"
I shook my head.
"And in what condition you come along here! You neither see nor hear
anything!"
I grew impatient and said, "I am thinking; excuse me!" and went on
quickly, paying no more attention to what she called after me.
I entered the gate of the park, and stopped. My eye took in the welcome
sight of all the familiar things, the sparkling sandy paths, the
silvery sheen of the grass, the dark shrubbery, the ragged umbelliform
palms, the ceaselessly foaming gush of water, the feathery forest of
bamboo, the blossoming of the giant trees--I breathed the heat-refined,
insinuating air, heavy with perfume, and suddenly I felt my heart
relieved, and delighted, and secure, as though I were entering my home.
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