ing downward,
Break on the sand.

They roll with surging power,
Nor rest, nor fail--
And then ebb slow and slower--
Of what avail?

XV.

The Runenstein juts in the sea,
I sit here with my dreams,
The billows wander foamingly;
Winds pipe, the sea-mew screams.

Oh I have loved full many a lass,
And many a worthy fellow,
Where have they gone? The shrill winds pass,
And wandering foams the billow.

XVI.

The waves gleam in the sunshine,
They seem of gold to be.
When I am dead, my brothers,
Oh drop me in the sea.

For dearly have I loved it.
Like cooling balm descends
Upon my heart its current:
We were the best of friends.

TO ANGELIQUE.

I.

Now that heaven smiles in favor,
Like a mute shall I still languish,--
I, who when unhappy, ever
Sang so much about mine anguish?

Till a thousand striplings haunted
By despair, my notes re-fluted,
And unto the woe I chanted,
Greater evils still imputed.

Oh ye nightingales' sweet choir,
That my bosom holds in capture,
Lift your joyous voices higher,
Let the whole world hear your rapture!

II.

Though thou wert fain to pass me quickly,
Yet backward didst thou look by chance;
Thy wistful lips were frankly parted,
Impetuous scorn was in thy glance.

Would that I ne'er had sought to hold thee,
To touch thy fleeing gown's white train!
The dear mark of thy tiny footprints
Would that I ne'er had found again!

For now thy rare wild charm has vanished,
Like others thou art tame to see,
Intolerably kind and gentle--
Alas! thou art in love with me.

III.

Ne'er can I believe, young beauty,
Thy disdainful lips alone:
For such big black eyes as thine are
Virtue never yet did own.

And those brown-streaked lies down-glancing
Say "I love thee!" clearly scanned,
Let thy little white heart kiss me--
White heart, dost thou understand?

IV.

From the slightest of emotions,
What a sudden transformation,
To the most unbounded passion,
And the tenderest relation!

Every day it waxes deeper,
My affection for my lady.
I am almost half-persuaded
That I am in love already.

Beautiful her soul: though truly
That's a question of opinion.
I am surer of the beauty
Of the bodily dominion.

Oh that waist! And oh that forehead!
Oh that nose!