Aus der Ferne. (OTTO.)

IN silent bower
at twilight hour,

when the west faintly flushes
with evening's last blushes,
I think of thee.

at moonlight hour
in greenwood bower,

when owls are too-whooing,
and ring-doves are cooing,
I think of thee.

full many an hour

in that lone bower,

I sit fondly scheming

and musing and dreaming

of only thee.

An Chloe. (MOZART.)

WHEN thine eyes of purest azure, beautiful in their unrest,

soft with love or bright with pleasure, melt by turns and thrill my breast; when thy coyly drooping tresses

fan thy lover's ardent cheek, and thy flushing brow confesses all thy lips refuse to speak; when, o Jeanie mine, I hold thee

to my fond and faithful heart,

and the arms which thus enfold thee fain would never let thee part; misty shadows o'er me creeping call me from thy dear caress, and I sit beside thee weeping, fraught with too much happiness.

An mein Schifflein. (NEUKOMM.)

WAFT me, bark, with easy motion lightly o'er the level ocean; where the silver wave is sleeping, swanlike o'er the water sweeping. waft me, bark, with easy motion lightly o'er the level ocean.

in the moonlight moist and tender, in the starlight's golden splendour, sweet to me the rocking pillow of the cool and buoyant billow. waft me, bark, with easy motion lightly o'er the level ocean.

let the distant battle rumble, nations sink and empires crumble; far from tumult, far from slaughter, still be mine the cradling water. waft me, bark, with easy motion lightly o'er the level ocean.

so may I delighted ever
float on life's untroubled river,
every thought of care and sorrow

leaving to a distant morrow.
waft me, bark, with easy motion
lightly o'er the level ocean.

Spring. (SCHULTZ.)

SPRING remains not ever, maiden,
spring remains not ever;

let not cheating time betray you;
let not smiling youth deceive you;
time and youth entwine their garlands
from the tender flowers.

spring remains not ever, maiden,
spring remains not ever;

lo, the flying years desert us,
then with wings of rushing fleetness,
harpy-like, return to ravish

life's delicious banquet.

spring remains not ever, maiden, spring remains not ever;

while you dream that life's alarum wakes you still with morning music, 'tis the evening bell that warns you life's sweet light is fading.

spring remains not ever, maiden, spring remains not ever;

seize delight while yet it lingers; love, while there is one to love you; soon, alas, your golden ringlets

age will turn to silver.

From the Spanish.

Lullaby.

SLEEP in soft repose, little eyelids close; listen to the rain-drip's sound,

listen to the barking hound,

hound that bit the neighbour yonder,

tore the beggar's cloak asunder :

beggar ran without his brose ; sleep, sleep, sleep in soft repose.

sleep, my darling child,

winds are rumbling wild.

little hare she cocks her ear in the wavy corn for fear :

huntsman, horn and dogs are yelling; puss must leave her grassy dwelling; puss must fly o'er heath and wild; sleep, sleep, sleep, my darling child. sleep, dear rosy cheek,

you have nought to seek:

pigeon over dale and mead

flies to gather grains of seed:

nestlings cold and starved are saying

why so long is mammy staying?'

mammy stays to fill her beak:

sleep, sleep, sleep, dear rosy cheek.

sleep, little child, 'tis late; beggar leaves the gate; pussy sleeps till early morn crouching in the wavy corn;

pigeon, now no more a rover, settles down her nestlings over; all things slumber, small and great, sleep, sleep, sleep, my child, 'tis late.

Ungeduld. (OTTO.)

FAIN would I write it on each stately tree, engraved on every stone the words should be, each growing parterre eloquent should rise, and cresses tell the tale to passing eyes; each blade and leaf the message should deliver: 'my heart is thine, and shall be thine for ever.' would it were borne upon the morning wind, or in the rushing rain a tongue could find! would that each glittering flower the tale might bear, and waft it with its odour through the air! heralds of love, this fond assurance give her, 'my heart is thine, and shall be thine for ever.'

methought she saw it in my trembling eyes : methought she heard it in my stifled sighs: methought 'twas written on my burning cheek: methought the silence of my lips would speak : she sees, but heeds not, foolish self-deceiver; yet hers my heart, and will be hers for ever.

Holde Liebe. (EISENHOFER.)

GENTLE Love, thy fount of gladness
pours an everlasting stream;

every cloud of gloomy sadness

flies before thy sacred beam.

all in mighty space that roveth

so freely, so joyfully,

all within the breast that moveth,

motion takes from thee.

everything on earth that springeth,

every voice in air that ringeth,
boundless ocean singeth

one loud song to thee.