And here I stay, with my lonely lot, With roses, ah!--and forget-me-not, And he whose heart I'd be sharing-- He is gone on his far wayfaring!" * * * * * FAREWELL[22] (1807) Farewell, farewell! From thee Today, love, must I sever. One kiss, one kiss give me, Ere I quit thee forever! One blossom from yon tree O give to me, I pray! No fruit, no fruit for me! So long I may not stay. [Illustration: LEAVING AT DAWN] * * * * * THE HOSTESS' DAUGHTER[23] (1809) Three students had cross'd o'er the Rhine's dark tide; At the door of a hostel they turned aside. "Hast thou, Dame hostess, good ale and wine And where is thy daughter, so sweet and fine?" "My ale and wine are cool and clear; On her death-bed lieth my daughter dear." And when to the chamber they made their way, In a sable coffin the damsel lay. The first--the veil from her face he took, And gazed upon her with mournful look: "Alas! fair maiden--didst thou still live, To thee my love would I henceforth give!" The second--he lightly replaced the shroud, Then round he turned him, and wept aloud: "Thou liest, alas I on thy death-bed here; I loved thee fondly for many a year!" The third--he lifted again the veil, And gently he kissed those lips so pale: "I love thee now, as I loved of yore, And thus will I love thee forevermore!" * * * * * THE GOOD COMRADE[24] (1809) I had a gallant comrade, No better e'er was tried; The drum beat loud to battle-- Beside me, to its rattle, He marched, with equal stride. A bullet flies toward us us-- "Is that for me or thee?" It struck him, passing o'er me; I see his corpse before me As 'twere a part of me! And still, while I am loading, His outstretched hand I view; "Not now--awhile we sever; But, when we live forever, Be still my comrade true!" * * * * * THE WHITE HART[25] (1811) Three huntsmen forth to the greenwood went; To hunt the white hart was their intent. They laid them under a green fir-tree, And a singular vision befell those three. THE FIRST HUNTSMAN I dreamt I arose and beat on the bush, When forth came rushing the stag--hush, hush! THE SECOND As with baying of hound he came rushing along, I fired my gun at his hide--bing, bang! THE THIRD And when the stag on the ground I saw, I merrily wound my horn--trara! Conversing thus did the huntsmen lie, When lo! the white hart came bounding by; And before the huntsmen had noted him well, He was up and away over mountain and dell!-- Hush, hush!--bing, bang!--trara! * * * * * THE LOST CHURCH[26] (1812)