'Tis noisy mirth and silent care, Sunshine and gusty weather, And greetings, partings, everywhere, While sails flit hither, thither. Two maidens sit upon the shore : One, roses round her flinging; The other, bowed with trouble sore, One, debonair and fancy-free, And cries: 'O sea, O happy sea, How thou dost life resemble !' The other weeps in misery; Her lips are pale, and tremble, And cry: 'O sea, O weary sea, How thou dost life resemble !' The ocean roars-the tones of woe And joy, alike, o'erpowers; The ocean rolls-to overflow Alike the tears and flowers. ANASTASIUS GRÜN-Am Strande. The nom de plume of Count Anton Auersperg. He died Sep tember 12, 1876. ROSELET IN THE DINGLE. ONCE a boy a roselet spied, Roselet in the dingle. Glad he rushes to her side, Finds a face where maiden-pride, Youth, and beauty mingle. Roselet, roselet, roselet red, Roselet in the dingle. 'I will pick thee,' murmured he, 'Roselet in the dingle!' 'I will prick thee,' answered she; "That thou dar'st to dream of me Makes me flush and tingle.' Roselet, roselet, roselet red, Roselet in the dingle. Off the giddy boy has borne Roselet in the dingle; Roselet tried her sharpest thorn, Nought availed to flout and scorn, Nought to flush and tingle. Roselet, roselet, roselet red, Roselet in the dingle. GOETHE.-Heidenröslein. FAREWELL. AND SO we part! 'Tis thine to banish The hope that late our passion fed : Half of my life with thee will vanish ; Yet I shall live-be comforted! The thread of life, indeed, is slender, It bears the plunge from transport tender A truce then to thy sad foreboding- I shall survive, apart from thee! |