The Serapion Brethren, Vol. I.Hoffmann, E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus)
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The Serapion Brethren, Vol. I.
Hoffmann, E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus)
Fiction
"'"This is the dream, whose wings murmur so softly up and down, as it
lays itself on man's breast like a loving child, awaking with a sweet
kiss the inner sight--so that it beholds the beauteous forms of a
higher life, which is all splendour and glory."
"'A dazzling radiance burst forth like lightning-flash, and the veiled
dreamer opened his eyes. But no veil--no mist cloud--now obscured his
sight. He was lying on beds of flowers in the twilight dimness of a
thick, beautiful forest. The brooks were murmuring, the thickets
rustling, like the secret talk of lovers; and between whiles a
nightingale complained in sweetest pain. The morning breeze awoke,
and--rolling the clouds away--made straight the pathway of the glorious
sunshine; and soon the sunlight gleamed upon all the green, green
leaves, waking the sleeping birds, which fluttered from spray to spray,
singing their joyous strains. Then came sounding from afar the tones of
the merry horn. The deer sprang up from their lairs, and the harts and
the roes peered out--shyly, with bright, wise eyes--through the leafy
thickets, at him who lay on the flowers, and then dashed back in alarm
into their coverts again. The horns were silent; but now the chords of
harps were heard, and tones of voices, making a music so sweet, that it
seemed to come straight from Heaven. Nearer and nearer approached
the sound of these beautiful strains, and hunters armed with their
boar-spears, with bright horns slung over their shoulders, rode forth
from the forest shades. On a splendid cream-coloured charger rode
onward a stately lord, dressed in old German garb, robed in a prince's
mantle. By his side on a graceful palfrey, a lady of dazzling beauty,
richly attired, rode along. After them came six cavaliers, riding on
beautiful horses, each of a different colour; their marked and
expressive faces spake of a long vanished time. They had laid their
bridle reins over their horses' necks, and were playing on lutes and
harps, and singing in clear-toned voices. Their horses, trained to the
music, went prancing in time to the strains, after the royal pair along
the woodland way. When the singing ceased for a time, the hunters
sounded their horns, and the horses whinnied and neighed as if in
gladness of heart. Pages and servitors richly attired brought up the
rear of the stately procession, which wended its way along into the
depths of the woods.
"'He who had been sunk in amaze at this wondrous sight, rose from his
flowery couch, and cried enraptured,
"'"Oh, Ruler of the Universe! have those grand old days arisen again
from the grave? What were these glorious forms?"
"'A deep voice spoke behind him: "Did you not recognize the men, whom
you have had so vividly present to your mind?"
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