He leaps for her and grasps straightway--
Dame Danube tears them both away.
The dame began her gifts to rue--
The youth must die, the maiden too!
The little skiff floats down alone,
Behind the hills soon sinks the sun.
And when the moon was overhead,
To land the lovers floated dead,
He this side and she that side!
II.
THE FISHER-MAIDEN.
(FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINE.)
Thou handsome fisher-maiden,
Push thy canoe to land;
Come and sit down beside me--
We'll talk, love, hand in hand.
Thy head lay on my bosom,
Be not afraid of me,
For careless thou confidest
Each day in the wild sea.
My heart is like the ocean,
Has storm, and ebb, and flow;
And many pearls so handsome
Rest in its deeps below.
III.
MY CHILD WHEN WE WERE CHILDREN.
(FROM THE GERMAN OF HEINE.)
My child when we were children,
Two children small and gay,
We crept into the hen-house
And hid us under the hay.
We crowed, as do the cockerels,
When people passed the road,
"_Kikeriki!_" and they fancied
It was the cock that crowed.
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