And rapture dwelt, without alloy.She calls to mind with madden'd thought
So, with morning pinions bright,
WHERE goest thou? Where?Miller's daughter so fair!
Clara and Brackenburg's Song
And really cannot tellThe manner how, the when, the where,
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?""Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?""My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."
Feel thy mercy, sin forgiving!
This plaster wall,?To think one moment, deign,--
Fails in conception; wherefore fails it so?
Princess Fish to free;She was much too complaisant,