To far-reaching strains of music They revolve in madden’d legions Sunny nightingales are circling In those fair and blissful regions. With a mighty roar and crashing, Sea and heaven alike are singing, And I feel a giant-rapture Wildly through my bosom ringing 9. Shadowy love and shadowy kisses, Shadowy life, how wondrous strange! Fool, dost think, then, that all this is Ever true and free from change? Like an empty dream hath vanish’d All we loved with love so deep; Memory from the heart is banish’d, And the eyes are closed in sleep. 10. The maid stood by the ocean, And long and deep sigh’d she With heartfelt sad emotion, The setting sun to see. Sweet maiden, why this fretting? An olden trick is here; Although before us setting, He rises in our rear. 11. With sails all black my ship sails on Far over the raging sea; Thou know’st full well how sad am I, And yet tormentest me. Thy heart is faithless as the wind, And flutters ceaselessly; With sails all black my ship sails on Far over the raging sea. 12. Though shamefully thou didst entreat me, To no man would I e’er unfold it, But travell’d far over the billows, And unto the fishes I told it. I’ve left thee thy good reputation With earth and the beings upon her, But every depth of the ocean Knows fully thy tale of dishonour. 13. The roaring waves are dashing High on the strand; They’re swelling and they’re crashing Over the sand. They come in noisy fashion Unceasingly,-- At length burst into passion,-- But what care we? 14. The Runic stone ’mongst the waves stands high, There sit I, with thoughts far roaming; The wind pipes loudly, the seamews cry, The billows are curling and foaming. I’ve loved full many a charming girl, Loved many a comrade proudly-- Where are they now? The billows curl And foam, and the wind pipes loudly. 15. The sea appears all golden Beneath the sunlit sky, O let me there be buried, My brethren, when I die. The sea I have always loved so, It oft hath cool’d my breast With its refreshing billows, Each in the other’s love blest. 2. ANGELICA. 1. Now that heaven my wish hath granted, Why be dumb, like mutes inglorious,-- I who, when unhappy, chanted Of my woe with noise uproarious, Till a thousand youths despairing Sang like me with voices hollow, And the song I sang uncaring Made still greater mischief follow? O ye nightingale-like chorus, That I bear within my spirit, Let your song of joy rise o’er us Merrily, that all may hear it. 2.