Forbear, if so you can, Too long therein to scan, Or joy may turn to mourning! Full soon I learnt to rue My too persistent peeping ; I lost in depths of blue My image-tell me true, Dear, is it in thy keeping? Vosz.-Das Augenbild. BARTER. (FREE.) CALLISTA, Cold, yet loth A stroke of trade to miss, Obtained ten kids one day From Damon for a kiss. Next day for markets change- And from the girl he gained Next day, more tender grown, Ten kids for Damon's kiss. Next day, with all her kids And goats, she'd fain have bought A kiss the graceless boy Gave Lalage for nought. NIGHT RHYMES. 'GOOD evening to thee, dear Moonshine! How cordial is that glance of thine! Now speak, nor tarry for more entreating, But tell me at once my darling's greeting That haply thou hast brought!' 'How can I greetings bear to thee? Thy darling is not aloft with me; And as to what youths and poets prattle, And women and girls about me tattle, Discreetly said, my dear Moonshine, And sage, her embassies to decline; But then, is it fair to be looking ever Deep into her eyes, as if thou'dst never Encountered orbs so dear?' Ye who this ditty would divine Must know it was sung in full moonshine, May fail perchance to read it aright; And yet I vow 'tis clear. WILHELM MÜLLER.-Abendreihn. |