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and his dress was smart,

       But he was coarse and most unclean within.

       Yes, worthless inwardly, and full of sin;

       Worthy to seem outside was his great art,

       Of courage he discoursed, as from his heart,

       Defiant, stubborn, ’neath a veil but thin.

       “And know’st thou who he is? Come here and see!”

       So spake the dream-god, slily showing me

       Within a mirror’s frame this vision then.

       The manikin before an altar stood,

       My love beside him, both said “Yes, they would,”

       And thousand laughing devils cried “Amen!”

      5.

      Why stirs and chafes my madden’d blood?

       Why burns my heart in furious mood?

       My blood fast boils, and foams and fumes,

       And passion fierce my heart consumes.

      My mad blood boils in foaming stream,

       Because I’ve dreamt an evil dream:

       Night’s gloomy son appear’d one day,

       And bore me in his arms away.

      To a bright house soon brought he me,

       Where sounded harp and revelry,

       And torches gleam’d and tapers shone—

       The hall I entered then alone.

      I saw a merry wedding feast,

       The glad guests round the table press’d;

       And when the bridal pair I spied,

       O woe! my mistress was the bride.

      There was my love, and strange to say,

       A stranger claim’d her hand to-day.

       Then close behind her chair of honour

       I silent stood and gazed upon her.

      The music sounded—still I stood;

       Their joy but swell’d my mournful mood;

       The bride she look’d so highly blest,

       Her hand the while the bridegroom press’d.

      The bridegroom next fill’d full his cup,

       And from it drank, then gave it up

       Unto the bride; she smiled a thank;

       O woe! my red blood ’twas she drank.

      The bride a rosy apple took,

       And gave it him with smiling look;

       He took his knife, and cut a part;

       O woe! it was indeed my heart.

      They lovingly each other eyed,

       The bridegroom boldly clasp’d the bride,

       And kissed her on her cheeks so red;

       O woe! cold death kiss’d me instead.

      Like lead my tongue within me lay,

       Vainly I strove one word to say;

       A noise was heard—the dance began,

       The bridal pair were in the van.

      Whilst I stood rooted to the ground,

       The dancers nimbly whirl’d around;

       The bridegroom spoke a whisper’d word—

       She blush’d, well pleased with what she heard.

      6.

      In blissful dream, in silent night,

       There came to me, with magic might,

       With magic might, my own sweet love,

       Into my little room above.

      I gazed upon the darling child,

       I gazed, and she all-gently smiled,

       And smiled until my heart swell’d high,

       When stormlike daring words breath’d I:

      “Take, take thou everything that’s mine,

       “My All will I to thee resign,

       “If I may be thy paramour

       “From midnight till the morning hour.”

      Then on me gazed the beauteous maid,

       With looks that inward strife betray’d,

       So sweet, so sad, while thus she said:

       “Give me thy hope of heaven instead!”

      “My life so sweet, my youthful blood,

       “I’ll give with cheerful joyous mood,

       “For thee, O maiden angel-fair—

       “But hope of heaven hereafter—ne’er!”

      My daring speech flow’d readily,

       Yet ever fairer blossom’d she,

       And still the beauteous maiden said

       “Give me thy hope of heaven instead!”

      These words fell on me heavily,

       Then rush’d, like some fierce flowing sea,

       Down to my spirit’s depth most deep—

       I scarce had power my breath to keep.

      There came a band of angels white

       Graced with a golden halo bright,

       But wildly follow’d in their track

       A grisly train of goblins black.

      They wrestled with the angels white,

       And drove away those angels bright,

       And then the gloomy squadron too

       Melted like morning mist from view.—

      Fain had I died of rapture there,

       My arms upheld my maiden fair;

       She nestled near me like a roe,

       But also wept with bitter woe.

      Sweet maiden wept; well knew I why,

       Her rosy mouth to peace kiss’d I:

       “O still, sweet love, that tearful flood,

       “Surrender to my loving mood!

      “Surrender to my loving mood!”—

       When sudden froze to ice my blood;

       The earth beneath me groan’d and sigh’d,

       A yawning chasm open’d wide.

      And from the chasm’s gloomy veil

       Rose the black troop—sweet love turn’d pale;

       My arms were of sweet love bereft,

       And I in solitude was left.

      The gloomy troop around me danced

       In wondrous circle, then advanced,

       And seized and bore me to the ground,

       While scornful laughter rose around.

      And still the circle narrower grew,

       And ever humm’d the fearful crew:

       “Thy hope of heaven was pledg’d by thee,

       “Thou’rt ours for all eternity!”

      7.

      Thou now hast

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