How, at evening's hour so fair,Thou a kindly hand didst reach us,
Thou driv'st me to this shore;Through thee I'm thither flying,--
Then the good maiden the youth in friendly fashion saluted,Saying:--"Already my walk to the fountain is fully rewarded,Since I have found the kind person who gave us so many good presents;For the sight of a giver, like that of a gift, is refreshing.Come and see for yourself the persons who tasted your kindness,And receive the tranquil thanks of all you have aided.But that you may know the reason why I have come here,Water to draw at a spot where the spring is both pure and unceasing,I must inform you that thoughtless men have disturb'd all the waterFound in the village, by carelessly letting the horses and oxenWade about in the spring which give the inhabitants water.In the same manner, with all their washing and cleaning they've dirtiedAll the troughs of the village, and all the fountains have sullied.For each one of them only thinks how quickly and soon heMay supply his own wants, and cares not for those who come after."
And see that all is still,
Falls on thy list'ning ear, with a barbarian sound.None resembleth another, yet all their forms have a likeness;
1815.*-----TO THE CHOSEN ONE.[This sweet song is doubtless one of those addressed toFrederica.]
1815.-----LOVE for love, and moments sweet,
Affection, say, why buried so deep
I KNOW not, wherefore, dearest love,
Greets my glad eyes.
IN the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil'd,In the Winter night, in the forest wild,I heard the wolves with their ravenous howl,I heard the screaming note of the owl:
Leave me alone on rock, in moor and heath;But courage! open lies the world to you,