Unto a day of delight, while at his altar I kneel.
All her locks I find on my bosom, her head is reposing,
Pressing with
softness the arm, which round her neck is entwin'd;
Oh! what a
joyous awak'ning, ye hours so
peaceful, succeeded,
Monument sweet of the bliss which had first rock'd us to sleep
In her
slumber she moves, and sinks, while her face is averted,
Far on the
breadth of the couch, leaving her hand still in mine
Heartfelt love unites us for ever, and yearnings unsullied,
And our cravings alone claim for themselves the exchange.
One faint touch of the hand, and her eyes so
heavenly see I
Once more open. Ah, no! let me still look on that form!
Closed still remain! Ye make me confused and
drunken, ye rob me
Far too soon of the bliss pure
contemplation affords.
Mighty, indeed, are these figures! these limbs, how
gracefully rounded!
Theseus, could'st thou e'er fly,
whilst Ariadne thus slept?
Only one single kiss on these lips! Oh, Theseus, now leave us!
Gaze on her eyes! she awakes--Firmly she holds thee embrac'd
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PART II.
ALEXIS AND DORA.
[This beautiful poem was first published in Schiller's Horen.]
FARTHER and farther away, alas! at each moment the
vesselHastens, as
onward it glides, cleaving the foam-cover'd flood!
Long is the track plough'd up by the keel where dolphins are sporting,
Following fast in its rear, while it seems flying pursuit.
All forebodes a
prosperousvoyage; the sailor with calmness
Leans 'gainst the sail, which alone all that is needed performs.
Forward presses the heart of each seamen, like colours and streamers;
Backward one only is seen, mournfully fix'd near the mast,
While on the blue tinged mountains, which fast are receding, he gazeth,
And as they sink in the sea, joy from his bosom departs.
Vanish'd from thee, too, oh Dora, is now the
vessel that robs thee
Of thine Alexis, thy friend,--ah, thy betrothed as well!
Thou, too, art after me gazing in vain. Our hearts are still throbbing,
Though, for each other, yet ah! 'gainst one another no more.
Oh, thou single moment,
wherein I found life! thou outweighest
Every day which had else
coldly from memory fled.
'Twas in that moment alone, the last, that upon me descended
Life, such as deities grant, though thou perceived'st it not.
Phoebus, in vain with thy rays dost thou clothe the ether in glory:
Thine all-brightening day
hateful alone is to me.
Into myself I
retreat for shelter, and there, in the silence,
Strive to recover the time when she appear'd with each day.
Was it possible beauty like this to see, and not feel it?
Work'd not those
heavenly charms e'en on a mind dull as thine?
Blame not thyself,
unhappy one! Oft doth the bard an enigma
Thus propose to the
throng, skillfully
hidden in words.
Each one enjoys the strange commingling of images graceful,
Yet still is
wanting the word which will discover the sense.
When at length it is found, the heart of each
hearer is gladden'd,
And in the poem he sees meaning of twofold delight.
Wherefore so late didst thou remove the
bandage, oh Amor,
Which thou hadst placed o'er mine eyes,--wherefore remove it so late?
Long did the
vessel, when laden, lie
waiting for favouring breezes,
'Till in kindness the wind blew from the land o'er the sea.
Vacant times of youth! and
vacant dreams of the future!
Ye all
vanish, and
nought, saving the moment, remains.
Yes! it remains,--my joy still remains! I hold thee; my Dora,
And thine image alone, Dora, by hope is disclos'd.
Oft have I seen thee go, with
modesty clad, to the
temple,
While thy mother so dear
solemnly went by thy side.
Eager and
nimble thou wert, in
bearing thy fruit to the market,
Boldly the pail from the well didst thou
sustain on thy head.
Then was reveal'd thy neck, then seen thy shoulders so
beauteous,
Then, before all things, the grace filling thy motions was seen.
Oft have I fear'd that the
pitcherperchance was in danger of falling,
Yet it ever remain'd firm on the
circular cloth.
Thus, fair neighbour, yes, thus I oft was wont to observe thee,
As on the stars I might gaze, as I might gaze on the moon,
Glad indeed at the sight, yet feeling within my calm bosom