How fearful his disgrace had been!By yonder villain sorely press'd,
She looks at him: "The monster's droll enough!
But she casts them from her, void of dread,
Pearls and gems they spoke of, do not doubt it,--By her gaze eclipsed,--it gleam'd so brightly!
Tears that unhappy love sheddeth!
And when she wills of love to speak,
My ardent longing fill'd my heart once more;
Blind, ye Immortals! efface visions like this from my mind!Yes, she is but a maiden! And she who to one doth so quickly
The shroud to restore fain had sought;When the end,--now can nothing to save him avail,--
Then run again a step in haste,And to my former post go round.
Of the victors we obey?Round about are placed their nets
Step by step guided on, changeth to blossom and fruit!First from the seed it unravels itself, as soon as the silent
Quick as thought it was done! and for safety he fled
In a net-apron, caught, alas!