ame too fast.

The violet and clover,
The flowers all are gone.
'Mid frost and snow, a rover
I wander sad alone.

Good luck will never favour
The man who nothing dares;
But he who does not waver
The smile of fortune shares.

II.

A lonely rock juts upward
Just by the craggy strand;
The angry foaming waters
Have torn it from the land.

Now in green waves half sunken
Defiantly it lies;
The snow-white gulls are flying
Around it with shrill cries.

There on the heaving billows
Is dancing a light boat;
The sounds of plaintive singing
Up to the lone rock float:

"O that I to my country,
And to my love were borne;
O home in dear old Rhine-land,
For thee my heart is torn!"

III.

Bewitched I am by the summer night,
In silent thought I am riding;
Bright glow-worms through the thicket fly
Like happy dreams, which in times gone by
My longing heart were delighting.

Bewitched I am by the summer night.
In silent thought I am riding;
The golden stars shine so far and bright,
In the water's fair bosom is mirrored their light,
As, in Time's deep sea, love abiding.

Bewitched I am by the summer night,
In silent thought I am riding;
The nightingale sings from the myrtle tree,
He warbles so meltingly, tenderly,
As if Fate his heart had been blighting.

Bewitched I am by the summer night,
In silent thought I am riding;
The sea rises high, the waves do frown;
Wherefore these useless tears which down
The rider's wan cheeks are gliding?

IV.

'Neath the waves the sun is going,
With bright hues the sky is glowing,
Twilight o'er the earth is stealing,
Far-off evening bells are pealing:
Thee I think of, Margaretta.

On the rocky crag I'm lying,
Stranger in a strange land sighing;
Round my feet the waves are dancing,
Through my soul float dreams entrancing:
Thee I think of, Margaretta.

V.

Oh Roman girl, why lookest thou
At me with burning glances?
Thine eye, though beautiful it be,
The st