Ursula. Virgin! who lovest the poor and lowly, Can ever ascend to where thou art, Receive my prayer of praise and thanksgiving! For thy feet with holiness are shod, Ursula. Jesu Maria! what a change! The tresses of her hair of gold, That flowed and floated like the stream, And fell in masses down her reck. As fair and lovely did she seem As in a story or a dream Some beautiful and foreign lady. And the Prince looked so grand and proud, And waved his hand thus to the crowd That gazed and shouted from the shore, All down the river, long and loud. Ursula. We shall behold our child once more; She is not dead! She is not dead! God, listening, must have overheard The prayers, that, without sound or word, [Goes out towards the garden.] Forester. There goes the good woman out of her head; And Gottlieb's supper is waiting here; A very capacious flagon of beer, And a very portentous loaf of bread. One would say his grief did not much oppress him. [He drinks.] Ha! it buzzes and stings like a hornet! [Goes out blowing his horn.] The Castle of Vautsberg on the Rhine. PRINCE HENRY and ELSIE standing on the terrace at evening. The sound of bells heard from a distance. Prince Henry. We are alone. The wedding guests And the descending dark invests The Niederwald, and all the nests Among its hoar and haunted oaks. Elsie. What bells are those, that ring so slow, So mellow, musical, and low? Prince Henry. They are the bells of Geisenheim, Ring out the curfew of the sun. Elsie. Listen, beloved. Prince Henry. They are done! Dear Elsie! many years ago Those same soft bells at eventide Rang in the ears of Charlemagne, As, seated by Fastrada's side At Ingelheim, in all his pride, He heard their sound with secret pain. Of peace and deep tranquillity, And endless confidence in thee! Prince Henry. Thou knowest the story of her ring, How, when the court went back to Aix, Fastrada died; and how the king Sat watching by her night and day, Till into one of the blue lakes, Which water that delicious land, They cast the ring, drawn from her hand; And the great monarch sat serene And sad beside the fated shore, Nor left the land for evermore. Elsie. That was true love. Prince Henry. For him the queen Ne'er did what thou hast done for me. Elsie. Wilt thou as fond and faithful be ? Wilt thou so love me after death? Prince Henry. In life's delight, in death's dismay In storm and sunshine, night and day, Here and hereafter, I am thine! And, undisturbed by this world's breath, The evening air grows damp and chill; Elsie. Ah, not so soon. See yonder fire! It is the moon Slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, And through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, And makes the heart in love with night. Prince Henry. Oft on this terrace, when the day Was closing, have I stood and gazed, And seen the landscape fade away, And the white vapours rise and drown |