O'er the meadowI was a-going,And there saw theButterflies,Sipping, dancing,Flying, glancing,And charmingThe eyes.
Ah, no knight escapes scot free!
And I feel this silent smart
And to a perfecter end, guideth with softness its growth,Less abundantly yielding the sap, contracting the vessels,
No motion stirr'd the day's revolving wheel,
Margaret's SongFrom Faust腜art II.:--
To-day I'm rewarded;Rich booty's afforded
"Maiden, hail!"--"Thanks! welcome here!
To assert I'm able,Where, with wine and harmony,
Stay!--I'll join thee in the road.'
A maiden;To the window the citizens went to explore;In splendour they lived, and with wealth as of yore
Wines like these will never harm thy brain.
And we, with a smile, answer'd, "Yes!"
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home,The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come,