Oh, that is a fair land, full of loveliness and sunshine. In the
blue stream are mirrored the mountain shores, with their ruined
towers and woods and ancient towns. There, before the house-door,
sit the good townspeople of a summer evening, and drink out of great
cans, and gossip confidentially about how the wine--the Lord be
praised!--thrives, and how justice should be free from all secrecy, and
how Marie Antoinette’s being guillotined is none of our business, and
how dear the tobacco tax makes tobacco, and how all mankind are equal,
and what a glorious fellow Goerres is.
I have never troubled myself about such conversation, and sat rather
with the maidens in the arched window, and laughed at their laughter,
and let them throw flowers in my face, and pretended to be ill-natured
until they told me their secrets, or some other important stories.
Fair Gertrude was half wild with delight when I sat by her. She was a
girl like a flaming rose; and once, as she fell on my neck, I thought
that she would burn away into perfume in my arms. Fair Katharine
flamed into sweet music when she talked with me; and her eyes were of
a pure, internal blue, which I have never seen in men or animals, and
very seldom in flowers; one gazed so gladly into them, and could then
think such sweet things. But the beautiful Hedwig loved me, for when
I came to her she bowed her head till her black curls fell down over
her blushing face, and her bright eyes shone like stars from the dark
heaven. Her bashful lips spoke not a word, and I too could say nothing
to her. I coughed, and she trembled. She often begged me through her
sisters not to climb the rocks so rashly, and not to bathe in the
Rhine when I was hot with running or drinking wine. Once I overheard
her pious prayer before the Virgin Mary, which she had adorned with
gold leaf and illuminated with a lamp, and which stood in a corner at
the entrance. I plainly heard her pray to the Mother of God to keep
him from climbing, drinking, and bathing. I should certainly have been
desperately in love with her if she had been indifferent to me; and I
was indifferent to her, because I knew that she loved me. Madam, to win
my love, I must be treated _en canaille_.
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