the tossing waves of the ocean.

Just at this time, his mother sent for him to present him to the
knight's lady. The knights were deep in the enjoyments of the banquet,
and in their imaginations as to the impending crusade, and took no
notice of Henry's departure. He found his mother in close conversation
with the old, kindhearted lady of the castle, who welcomed him
pleasantly. The evening was serene, the sun began to decline, and
Henry, who was longing after solitude and was enticed by the golden
distance, which stole through the narrow, deep-arched windows into the
gloomy apartment, easily obtained permission to stroll beyond the
castle. He hastened, his whole soul in a state of excitement, into the
free air. He looked from the height of the old rock down into the woody
valley, through which a little rivulet brawled along, turning several
mills, the noise of which was scarcely audible from the greatness of
the elevation. Then he gazed toward the immeasurable stretch of woods
and mountain-passes, and his restlessness was calmed, the warlike
tumult died away, and there remained behind only a clear, imaginative
longing; He felt the absence of a lute, little as he knew its nature
and effects. The serene spectacle of the glorious evening soothed him
to soft fancies; the blossom of his heart revealed itself momently like
lightning-flashes. He rambled through the wild shrubbery, and clambered
over fragments of rock; when suddenly there arose from a neighboring
valley a tender and impressive song, in a female voice accompanied by
wonderful music. He was sure that it was a lute, and standing full of
admiration he heard the following song in broken German.

If the weary heart is living
Yet, beneath a foreign sky;
If a pallid Hope is giving
Fitful glimpses to the eye;
Can I still of home be dreaming?
Sorrow's tears adown are streaming,
Till my heart is like to die.

Could I myrtle-garlands braid thee,
And the cedar's sombre hair!
To the merry dances lead thee,
That the youths and maidens share!
Hadst thou seen in robes the fairest,
Glittering with gems the rarest,
Thy belov'd, so happy there!

Ardent looks my walk attended,
Suitors lowly bent the knee,
Songs of tenderness ascended
With the evening star to me.
In the cherished there confiding,--
Faith to woman, love abiding,
Was their burden ceaselessly.

There, around the crystal fountains
Heave