Ghost Note A Rock Star Romance Vicki James

download

https://ebookbell.com/product/ghost-note-a-rock-star-romance-
vicki-james-49824450

Explore and download more ebooks at ebookbell.com

Here are some recommended products that we believe you will be
interested in. You can click the link to download.

Ghost Note A Rock Star Romance Vicki James

https://ebookbell.com/product/ghost-note-a-rock-star-romance-vicki-
james-60609182

Ghost Note A Rock Star Romance Vicki James

https://ebookbell.com/product/ghost-note-a-rock-star-romance-vicki-
james-50409046

Ghost Note A Rock Star Romance Vicki James James Vicki

https://ebookbell.com/product/ghost-note-a-rock-star-romance-vicki-
james-james-vicki-32804856

Not A Ghost The Eidolon Chronicles Book 2 Auryn Hadley

https://ebookbell.com/product/not-a-ghost-the-eidolon-chronicles-
book-2-auryn-hadley-44888944
A Boy Is Not A Ghost Edeet Ravel

https://ebookbell.com/product/a-boy-is-not-a-ghost-edeet-
ravel-46316142

A Boy Is Not A Ghost Edeet Ravel

https://ebookbell.com/product/a-boy-is-not-a-ghost-edeet-
ravel-231477822

The Ghost Who Would Not Die A Runaway Slave A Brutal Murder A
Mysterious Haunting Linda Alice Dewey

https://ebookbell.com/product/the-ghost-who-would-not-die-a-runaway-
slave-a-brutal-murder-a-mysterious-haunting-linda-alice-dewey-46382852

Not Quite A Ghost Anne Ursu

https://ebookbell.com/product/not-quite-a-ghost-anne-ursu-55634972

Not Quite A Ghost Anne Ursu

https://ebookbell.com/product/not-quite-a-ghost-anne-ursu-54892140
 Another Random Document on
Scribd Without Any Related Topics
Heaven knows where the haughty hussy
May have will’d to pitch her tent;
Swearing, with the rain fast falling,
All the city through I went.

From one tavern to another

Ran I swiftly in the rain,
And to every surly waiter
Did I turn myself in vain.

Then I saw her at a window,

Nodding, tittering as well:
Could I tell that thou wouldst live in,
Maiden, such a grand hotel?

72.
Like darkling visions the houses
Are standing all in a row;
Deep hidden in my mantle,
In silence I onward go.

The high cathedral tower

The hour of twelve doth proclaim:
My love, with her charms and kisses,
Awaits me with rapturous flame.

The moon is my attendant,

And kindly gleams in the sky,
And when I arrive at her dwelling,
I joyfully call up on high:

I thank thee, my olden companion,

That thou hast thus lighted my way;
I now at length can release thee,
Light the rest of the world now, I pray

And find’st thou some mortal enamour’d,

In solitude mourning his fate,
As me thou of old time didst comfort,
Him also O comfort thou straight!

73.

O what falsehood lies in kisses!

In mere show what joy’s convey’d!
In betrayal, O what bliss is!
Sweeter still to be betray’d!

Though thou mayst resist me, fairest,

Yet I know what thou allowest;
I’ll avow whate’er thou swearest,
I will swear what thou avowest.
 74.

Upon thy snowy bosom

My head all-softly I lay,
And secretly can listen
To what thy heart doth say.

The blue hussars are blowing,

And riding in at the gate;
To-morrow my heart-beloved one
Will surely desert me straight.

If thou wilt desert me to-morrow,

At least to-day thou art mine,
And in thine arms so beauteous
With twofold bliss I’ll recline.

75.

The blue hussars are blowing,

And riding out at the gate;
I come then, my loved one, and bring thee
A nosegay of roses straight.

Those were indeed wild doings,

Much folk and warlike display!
By far too many were quarter’d
Within thy bosom that day.

76.
I in youthful years did languish,
Suffer’d many a bitter anguish
From love’s fiery glow.
Wood is now so dear, the fire
Will for lack of fuel expire—
Ma foi! ’tis better so.

Think of this, O youthful fair one!

Chase away the tears that wear one,
And all foolish love’s alarms;
If thy life may not have perish’d,
O forget thy love once cherish’d—
Ma foi! within my arms.

77.

The eunuchs controverted,

When I raised up my voice;
They grumbled and asserted
My singing was not choice.

And then they all raised sweetly

Their voicelets petty and shrill;
They sang so finely and neatly,
Like crystal sounded their trill.

They sang of love’s fierce yearning,

Of loving effusions and love,
To tears the ladies all turning,
With tunes so adapted to move.

78.
I left you at first in July at the warmest,
In January now I find you once more;
In the midst of the heat you then were complaining,
And now you are cool’d, and cold to the core.

I shall soon leave again, and when next I’m returning

Neither warm shall I find you, nor yet quite cold;
I shall walk o’er your grave with silent composure,
While my own heart within me is wretched and old.

79.

Art thou then indeed so hostile,

Art thou tow’rds me changed so sadly?
I by all means shall lament it,
Thou hast treated me so badly.

O ungrateful lips, how could ye

Speak with malice cruel-hearted
Of the man who ofttimes kiss’d you
Lovingly, in days departed?

80.
Ah! once more the eyes are on me,
Which did greet me once with gladness,
And the lips once more address me,
Which once sweeten’d life’s long sadness.

E’en the voice I hear, whose accents

Charm’d me, as they sweetly falter’d;
I alone am not the same one,
Having home return’d, all-alter’d.

By those arms so white and beauteous

Lovingly embraced and closely,
To her heart I now am clinging,
Dull of feeling and morosely.

81.

On the walls of Salamanca

Soft refreshing winds are playing;
There, with my belovèd Donna,
On a summer’s eve I’m straying.

Round the fair one’s slender body

Doth my arm with rapture linger,
And her bosom’s haughty motion
Feel I with a loving finger.

Yet a whisper fraught with sorrow

Through the linden trees is moving,
And, beneath, the dusky millstream
Murmurs sad dreams, disapproving.

“Ah, Señora! a foreboding

“Tells me, I shall hence be driven
“On the walls of Salamanca
“Ne’er again to walk ’tis given.”
 82.

Thy voice and thine eye, when we first saw each other,
Convinced me thou saw’st me with heart not estranged;
And had it not been for thy tyrant mother,
I think that we kisses should straight have exchanged.

To-morrow again I depart from the city,

And on, in my olden course, wander I;
At the window my fair one is lurking in pity,
And friendly greetings I throw up on high.

83.

Over the mountains the sun mounts in splendour,

Afar sound the bells of the lambs as they stray;
My loved one, my lamb, my sun bright and tender,
How gladly once more would I see thee to-day!

I gaze up on high, with looks fond and loving—

My child, fare thee well, I must wander from thee;
In vain! for her curtain is still and unmoving—
She slumbering lieth and dreameth of me.

84.
 At Halle, in the market
Two mighty lions are standing.
Thou lion-scorn of Halle,
Methinks they’ve tamed thee finely!

At Halle, in the market,

A mighty giant’s standing.
He hath a sword, and moves not,
He’s turn’d to stone by terror.

At Halle, in the market,

A mighty church is standing.
The students of each faction
Have there a place for praying.

85.

Glimm’ring lies the summer even

Over wood and verdant meadows,
And the gold moon, fragrance shedding,
Gleameth from the azure heaven.

Crickets at the brook with shrillness

Chirp; there’s motion in the water,
And the wand’rer hears a splashing,
And a breathing in the stillness.

Yonder at the lone stream sparkling,

See, the beauteous elf is bathing;
Arm and neck, so white and lovely,
Glisten in the moonbeams darkling.

86.
On the strange roads night is lying,
Heart is sick and limbs are weary;
But the moonbeams, softly vying,
Shed their light like blessings cheery.

Ah, sweet moon! thy radiant splendour

Scares away each terror nightly;
All my woes dissolve, and tender
Dew o’erflows my eyelids lightly.

87.

Death nothing is but cooling night,

And life is nought but sultry day;
Darkness draws nigh, I slumber
Wearied by day’s bright light.

Over my bed ariseth a tree,

There sings the youthful nightingale;
She sings of love exulting,
In dreams ’tis heard by me.

88.

“Say, where is thy beauteous mistress,

“Whom thou sangest in the hour
“When thy heart was pierced so strangely
“By the flames of magic power?”

All those flames are now extinguish’d,

And my heart is cold and weary,
And this book’s the urn that holdeth
My love’s ashes sad and dreary.

89.
Full long have I my head tormented
With ceaseless thinking, day and night;
And yet thy darling eyes compel me
To love thee, in my own despite.

Now stand I, where thine eyes are gleaming,

Charm’d by their sweet expressive light;
That I should love again thus deeply
I scarcely can believe aright.

90.

When thou hast become my wedded wife

Thy joy shall know no measure;
Thou’lt live in happiness all thy life,
In uninterrupted pleasure.

And I will very patient be

E’en ’neath thy reviling and curses;
But we must part most certainly
If thou abusest my verses.

91.

Little by thee comprehended,

Little knew I thee, good brother;
When we in the mud descended
Soon we understood each other.

92.
Near me dwelleth Don Henriques,
As the “handsome” known and fêted;
Our apartments are adjoining,
By a thin wall separated.

Salamanca’s dames are blushing

As he in the streets is walking
Rattling spurs, mustachios twirling,
With his dogs behind him stalking.

But at evening’s silent hour he

All alone at home is sitting,
His guitar his fingers twanging,
Sweet dreams through his fancy flitting.

On the chords with vigour plays he,

His wild phantasies beginning—
O it drives me mad to hear him
Keeping up his wretched dinning.
 THE HARTZ-JOURNEY.

1824.

PREFACE.

In black coats and silken stockings,

White and courtly frills they hide them,
Gentle speeches and embraces—
Had they only hearts inside them!

Hearts within the breast, and love, too,

In the heart, yea, love all-burning;
Ah! I’m sick of their false prating
Of love’s sorrows and love’s yearning.

I’ll ascend the distant mountains

Where the peaceful huts are standing,
Where the breezes free are blowing,
And the bosom free’s expanding.

I’ll ascend the distant mountains

Where the dusky firs are springing,
And the haughty clouds are roaming,
Brooks are murmuring, birds are singing.

Fare ye well, ye polish’d chambers,

Polish’d lords and dames beguiling;
To the mountains now ascending
I’ll look down upon you, smiling.

1.
On the mountain stands the cottage
Of the aged mountaineer;
There the dark-green fir is rustling,
And the golden moon shines clear.

In the cottage stands an arm-chair,

Richly carved and wondrously;
He that on it sits is happy,
And the happy one am I!

On the footstool sits the maiden,

On my knee her arms repose;
Eyes are like two stars all azure,
Mouth is like the purple rose.

And the stars so sweet and azure,

Large as heaven, she on me throws,
And she puts her lily-finger
Mocking on the purple rose.

No, we’re seen not by the mother,

For with industry she spins;
The guitar the father playing,
Some old melody begins.

And the maiden whispers softly,

Softly, in a tone suppress’d;
Many a most important secret
She to me hath soon confess’d:

“Since the death of aunt, however,

“We can’t go to see the sight
“Of the shooting-match at Goslar,
“Which was such a great delight.

“Whereas here ’tis very lonely

“On the mountain-top, you know;
“All the winter we’re entirely
 All the winter we re entirely
“As though buried in the snow.

“And I am a timid maiden,

“And as fearful as a child
“Of the wicked mountain spirits,
“Who at night roam fierce and wild”—

Sudden is the sweet one silent,

Terrified by what she said,
And her little eyes she covers
With her little hands in dread.

Louder roars outside the fir-tree,

And the spinning-wheel loud hums;
Meanwhile the guitar is tinkling,
And the olden tune it strums:

“Fear thee not, my little darling,

“At the wicked spirits’ might;
“Angels keep, my little darling,
“Safe watch o’er thee, day and night.”
2.
Fir-tree with green finger’s knocking
At the window small and low,
And the moon, the yellow list’ner,
Through it her sweet light doth throw.

Father, mother, gently snoring,

In the neighbouring chamber sleep,
Yet we two are gaily talking,
So that wide awake we keep.

“That thou’rt wont to pray too often,

“Is a thing I’ll credit ne’er,
“For thy lips’ convulsive quiv’ring
“Ill accords with thoughts of prayer.

“Ay, that quiv’ring, cold and evil,

“Every time affrights me sore,
“Yet thine eyes’ mild lustre husheth
“Thy sad anguish evermore.

“I, too, doubt if thou believest

“All that is the Christian’s boast;
“Dost believe in God the Father,
“In the Son and Holy Ghost?”—

Ah, my child! when yet an infant

Sitting on my mother’s knee,
I believed in God the Father,
Ruling all things wondrously;

Who the beauteous earth created,

And the men that on it move;
Who to suns, moons, stars predestined
All their tracks wherein to rove.

When, my child, I grew still bigger

Many more things I conceived,
And my reason wax’d yet stronger
And my reason wax d yet stronger,
And I in the Son believed.

In the Son beloved, who, loving,

Open’d to us love’s door wide,
And who in reward, as usual,
By the mob was crucified.

Now that I am grown, have read much,

Wander’d over many a coast,
Doth my heart swell, and in earnest
I believe the Holy Ghost.

He hath done the greatest marvels,

And still greater doeth he;
He hath burst the tyrants’ strongholds,
Servants from their yoke set free.

Olden deadly wounds he healeth,

And renews the olden law:
All men equal are, and noble
From the earliest breath they draw.

Every evil cloud he chaseth,

Drives the brain’s dark weft away,
That corrupteth love and pleasure,
Grinning at us night and day.

Thousand knights well arm’d for battle

Hath the Holy Ghost ordain’d,
All his pleasure to accomplish,
All by mighty zeal sustain’d.

See, their trusty swords are gleaming!

See, their noble banners wave!
Ah, my child! hast thou seen ever
Knights like this, so proud and brave?

Now, my child, look on me boldly,

Ki l k i h!
 Kiss me, look upon me nigh!
Such a daring knight, my fair one,
Of the Holy Ghost am I!

3.
Silently the moon is hiding
In the dark green fir-tree’s rear,
And our lamp within the chamber
Flickers faint, with glimmer drear.

But my azure eyes are beaming

With a light that brighter plays,
And the purple rose is glowing,
And the darling maiden says:

“Little elves and little people

“Pilfer all our bread and bacon;
“In the drawer at night they’re lying,
“But by morning all is taken.

“Next our cream the little people

“From the milk are wont to sup,
“Leaving, too, the bowl uncover’d,
“And the cat the rest drinks up.

“And the cat a witch indeed is,

“For she crawls, while night-storms lower,
“Up the spirit-mountain yonder
“To the ancient ruin’d tower.

“There a castle erst was standing,

“Full of joy and glittering arms;
“Knights and squires, in merry torch-dance,
“Mingled with the ladies’ charms.

“Then a wicked old enchantress

“Men and castle too bewitch’d;
“Nought remaineth but the ruins,
“Where the owls their nest have pitch’d.

“Yet my late aunt used to tell us:

“If the proper word is said
“At the proper hour at nighttime
 At the proper hour at nighttime
“At the proper place o’erhead,

“Then the ruins will be changèd

“To a castle fair once more,
“Knights and squires and ladies gaily
“Will be dancing as of yore.

“Him by whom that word is spoken

“Men and castle will obey;
“Drums and trumpets will proclaim him,
“Heralding his sov’reign sway.”

Thus the charming legends issue

From the mouth so like a rose,
While an azure starry radiance
From her sweet eyes overflows.

Round my hand the little maiden

Twines her golden hair with glee,
Calls by pretty names my fingers,
Kisses, laughs, then mute is she.

All within that silent chamber

On me looks with trusting eye;
Table, cupboard,—I could fancy
I had seen them formerly.

Like a friend the house-clock prattles,

The guitar scarce audibly
Of itself begins to tinkle,
And as in a dream sit I.

Now’s the proper place discover’d,

Now the proper hour hath sounded;
If the proper word I utter’d,
Maiden, thou wouldst be astounded.

If that word I straightway utter’d,

Mid i h ld di d k
 Midnight would grow dim and quake,
Fir and streamlet roar more loudly,
And the aged mountain wake.

Lute’s soft strains and pigmy music

From the mountain’s clefts would burst,
And a flowering wood shoot from them
As in joyous spring-time erst.

Flowers, all-hardy magic flowers,

Leaves of size so fabulous,
Fragrant, varied, hasty-quiv’ring,
As though passion stirr’d them thus.

Roses, wild as flames all-glowing,

Dart from out the mass like gems;
Lilies, like to crystal arrows,
Upward shoot tow’rd heaven their stems.

And the stars, like suns in greatness

Downward gaze with yearning glow;
In the lily’s giant-calix
They their gushing radiance throw.

Yet ourselves, my darling maiden,

Alter’d more than all we seem;
Gold and silk and torches’ lustre
Joyously around us gleam.

Thou, yea thou, becom’st a princess,

To a castle turns this cot;
Knights and squires and ladies gaily
Dance with rapture, tiring not.

Thee and all, both men and castle,

I, yea I, have gain’d to-day;
Drums and trumpets loud proclaim me,
Heralding my sov’reign sway!
 4.

Shepherd boy’s a king,—on green hills

As a throne he sitteth down
O’er his head the sun all-radiant
Is his ever golden crown.

At his feet the sheep are lying,

Gentle fawners, streak’d with red;
Calves as cavaliers attend him,
Proudly o’er the pastures spread.

Kids are all his court-performers,

With the birds and cows as well,
And he has his chamber-music
To the sound of flute and bell.

And it sounds and sings so sweetly,

And the time so sweetly keep
Waterfall and nodding fir-trees,
And the king then goes to sleep.

In the meantime acts as ruler

His prime minister, the hound,
While his loud and surly barking
Echoes all the country round.

Sleepily the young king murmurs:

“ ’Tis a heavy task to reign;
“Ah! right gladly would I find me
“With my queen at home again!

“In my queen’s arms soft and tender

“Calmly rests my kingly head,
“And my vast and boundless kingdom
“In her dear eyes lies outspread.”

5.
Brighter in the East ’tis growing
Through the sun’s soft glimm’ring motion;
Far and wide the mountain-summits
Float within the misty ocean.

With the speed of wind I’d hasten,

If I seven-league boots had only,
Over yonder mountain-summits
To my darling’s dwelling lonely.

Gently would I draw the curtain

From the bed wherein she’s lying,
Gently would I kiss her forehead,
And her mouth, with rubies vying,

Still more gently would I whisper

In her lily-ear so tender:
“Think in dreams, we love each other,
“And our love will ne’er surrender.”

6.
I Am the princess Ilse,
And dwell in Ilsenstein;
Come with me to my castle,
And there ’midst pleasures be mine.

Thy head I’ll softly moisten

With my pellucid wave;
Thou shalt forget thine anguish,
Poor sorrow-stricken knave!

Within my arms so snowy,

Upon my snowy breast,
Shalt thou repose, and dream there
Of olden legends blest.

I’ll kiss thee and embrace thee,

As I embraced and kiss’d
The darling Kaiser Henry,
Who doth no longer exist.

None live except the living,

The dead are dead and gone;
And I am fair and blooming,
My laughing heart beats on.

And as my heart is beating,

My crystal castle doth ring;
The knights and maidens are dancing,
The squires all-joyfully spring.

The silken trains are rustling,

The spurs of iron are worn,
The dwarfs beat drum and trumpet,
And fiddle and play the horn.

But thee shall my arm hold warmly

As Kaiser Henry it held;
I held him fast imprison’d
I held him fast imprison d,
When loudly the trumpet’s note swell’d.
 THE BALTIC.

PART I. 1825.
1. EVENING TWILIGHT.

By ocean’s pallid strand

Sat I, tormented in spirit and lonely.
The sun sank lower and lower, and threw
Red glowing streaks upon the water,
And the snowy, spreading billows,
By the flood hard-press’d,
Foam’d and roar’d still nearer and nearer—
A wonderful sound, a whisp’ring and piping,
A laughing and murmuring, sighing and rushing,
Between times a lullaby-home-sounding singing,—
Methinks I hear some olden tradition,
Primeval, favourite legend,
Which I erst as a stripling
Learnt from the neighbours’ children,
When we, on the summer evenings,
On the house-door’s steps all cower’d
Cosily for quiet talking,
With our little hearts all attentive,
And our eyes all wisely curious;—
Whilst the bigger maidens,
Close by their fragrant flowerpots
Sat at the opposite window
Rosy their faces,
Smiling, illumed by the moon.

2. SUNSET.
The glowing ruddy sun descends
Down to the far up-shuddering
Silvery-grey world-ocean;
Airy images, rosily breath’d upon,
After him roll, and over against him,
Out of the’ autumnal glimmering veil of clouds,
With face all mournful and pale as death,
Bursteth forth the moon,
And behind her, like sparks of light,
Misty-broad, glimmer the stars.

Once in the heavens there glitter’d,

Join’d in fond union,
Luna the goddess and Sol the god,
And around them the stars all cluster’d,
Their little, innocent children.

But evil tongues then whisper’d disunion,

And they parted in anger,
That glorious, radiant pair.

Now, in the daytime, in splendour all lonely,

Wanders the Sun-god in realms on high,—
On account of his majesty
Greatly sung-to and worshipp’d
By haughty, bliss-harden’d mortals.
But in the night-time,
In heaven wanders Luna,
Unhappy mother,
With all her orphan’d starry children,
And she gleams in silent sorrow,
And loving maidens and gentle poets
Devote to her tears and songs.

The gentle Luna! womanly minded,

Still doth she love her beautiful spouse.
Towards the evening, trembling and pale,
P h f hf h li h l d d
Peeps she forth from the light clouds around,
And looks at the parting one mournfully,
And fain would cry in her anguish: “Come!
Come! the children all long for thee—”
But the disdainful Sun-god,
At the sight of his spouse, ’gins glowing
With still deeper purple,
In anger and grief,
And inflexibly hastens he
Down to his flood-chilly widow’d bed.
***
Evil and backbiting tongues
Thus brought grief and destruction
E’en ’mongst the godheads immortal.
And the poor godheads, yonder in heaven,
Wander in misery,
Comfortless over their endless tracks,
And death cannot reach them,
And with them they trail
Their bright desolation.

But I, the mere man,

The lowly-planted, the blest-with-death one,
I sorrow no longer.
3. THE NIGHT ON THE STRAND.
Starless and cold is the night,
The ocean boils;
And over the sea, flat on its belly,
Lies the misshapen Northwind;
With groaning and stifled mysterious voice,
A sullen grumbler, good-humour’d for once,
Prates he away to the waves,
Telling many a wild tradition,
Giant-legends, murderous-humorous,
Primeval Sagas from Norway,
And the while, far echoing, laughs he and howls he
Exorcists’ songs of the Edda,
Grey old Runic proverbs,
So darkly-daring, and magic-forcible,
That the white sons of Ocean
Spring up on high, all exulting,
In madden’d excitement.

Meanwhile, along the flat shore,

Over the flood-moisten’d sand,
Paces a stranger, whose heart within him
Is wilder far than wind and waters;
There where he walks
Sparks fly out, and shells are crackling,
And he veils himself in his dark-grey mantle,
And quickly moves on through the blustering night;—
Guided in safety by yon little light,
That sweetly, invitingly glimmers,
From the lone fisherman’s cottage.

Father and brother are out on the sea,

And all all alone is staying
Within the hut the fisherman’s daughter,
The wondrously lovely fisherman’s daughter.
By the hearth she’s sitting,
And lists to the water-kettle’s
Homely, sweet foreboding humming,
And shakes in the fire the crackling brushwood
And on it blows,
So that the lights, all ruddy and flickering,
Magic-sweetly are reflected
On her fair blooming features,
On her tender, snowy shoulder,
Which, moving gently, peeps
From out her coarse grey smock,
And on her little, anxious hand,
Which fastens firmer her under-garment,
Over her graceful hip.

But sudden, the door bursts open,

The nightly stranger entereth in;
Love-secure, his eye reposes
On the snowy, slender maiden,
Who, trembling, near him stands,
Like to a startled lily;
And he throws his mantle to earth,
And laughs and speaks:

“See now, my child, I’ve kept my word,

“And I come, and with me hath come
“The olden time, when the gods from the heavens
“Came down to earth, to the daughters of mortals,
“And the daughters of mortals embraced they,
“And from them there issued
“Sceptre-bearing races of monarchs,
“And heroes, wonders of earth.

“But start not, my child, any longer

“Because of my godhead,
“And I pray thee give me some tea mix’d with rum
“For ’tis cold out of doors,
“And amid such night breezes
“Freeze even we, we godheads immortal,
“And easily catch the divinest of colds,
“And a cough that proves quite eternal.”
g p q

4. POSEIDON.
The sun’s bright rays were playing
Over the wide-rolling breadth of the sea;
Far in the roadstead glitter’d the ship
Destined to home to convey me.
But a propitious wind was yet wanting,
And I sat on the white downs all calmly
Hard by the lonely strand,
And I read the song of Odysseus,
The olden, ever-youthful song,
From out whose sea-beflutter’d leaves
Joyfully rose to meet me
The breath of the deities,
And the shining spring-time of mortals,
And the blooming heaven of Hellas.

My generous heart accompanied truly

The son of Laërtes in wanderings and troubles,
Placed itself with him, spirit-tormented,
At guestly hearths,
Where beauteous queens were spinning their purple,
And help’d him to lie, and succeed in escaping
From giants’ caverns and nymphs’ embraces,
Follow’d him down to Cimmerian night,
And in tempest and shipwreck,
And with him endured unspeakable torments.

Sighing spake I: “Thou wicked Poseidon,

“Thine anger is fearful;
“I myself am anxious
“As to my own return.”

Scarce breath’d I these words,

When the sea foam’d on high,
And out of the snowy billows arose
The sedge-becrowned head of the seagod,
And scornfully cried he:

“F li l !
“Fear not, little poet!
“I’ll not for one moment endanger
“Thy poor little vessel,
“And thy dear life shall not be tormented
“By any critical tossing.
“For thou, little poet, hast never annoy’d me,
“No single turret was injured by thee
“In Priam’s sacred fortress,
“No single hair didst thou e’er singe
“In the eye of my son Polyphemus,
“And thou hast ne’er been advised or protected
“By the goddess of wisdom, Pallas Athene!”

Thus cried Poseidon,

And sank ’neath the ocean again;
And at the vulgar seaman’s wit
Laugh’d under the water
Amphitrite, the clumsy fishwoman,
And the silly daughters of Nereus.
5. HOMAGE.
Ye songs! O my trusty numbers!
Up, up! and on with your arms
Bid the trumpet to blow,
And raise high on my shield
The youthful maiden,
Who’s now to rule my heart,
My undivided heart, as queen.

Hail to thee, youthful queen!

From the sun on high

Tear I his sparkling ruddy gold,
And of it weave a diadem
For thine anointed head.
From the fluttering blue-silken heaven’s veil,
Wherein night’s diamonds are gleaming,
Cut I a costly piece,
And hang, as coronation mantle,
Upon thy regal shoulders.
I give to thee, as courtiers,
Some well-bedizen’d sonnets,
Haughty terzinas and courtly stanzas;
My wit shall serve thee as footman,
And as court-fool my phantasy,
As herald, the laughing tears on my scutcheon,
My humour shall serve thee.
But I, O my queen,
Before thee kneel down,
In homage, on red velvet cushion,
And to thee hand over
The small bit of reason,
Which, out of compassion, was left me
By her who last govern’d thy kingdom.

6. DECLARATION.
Onward glimmering came the evening,
Wilder tossèd the flood,
And I sat on the strand, regarding
The snowy dance of the billows,
And soon my bosom swell’d like the sea;
A deep home-sickness yearningly seized me
For thee, thou darling form,
Who everywhere surround’st me,
And everywhere call’st me,
Everywhere, everywhere,
In the moan of the wind, in the roar of the ocean,
In the sigh within my own breast.

With brittle reed I wrote on the sand:

“Agnes, I love thee!”
But wicked billows soon pour’d themselves
Over the blissful confession,
Effacing it all.

Ah too fragile reed, all fast-scatter’d sand,

Ah fugitive billows, I’ll trust you no more!
The heavens grow darker, my heart grows wilder
And with vigorous hand from the forests of Norway
Tear I the highest fir-tree,
And plunge it deep
In Etna’s glowing abyss, and thereafter
With fire-imbued giant-pen
I write on the dark veil of heaven:
“Agnes, I love thee!”
Every night gleams thenceforward
On high that eternal fiery writing,
And all generations of farthest descendants
Read gladly the heavenly sentence:
“Agnes, I love thee!”

7. IN THE CABIN AT NIGHT.

Welcome to our website – the perfect destination for book lovers and
knowledge seekers. We believe that every book holds a new world,
offering opportunities for learning, discovery, and personal growth.
That’s why we are dedicated to bringing you a diverse collection of
books, ranging from classic literature and specialized publications to
self-development guides and children's books.

More than just a book-buying platform, we strive to be a bridge

connecting you with timeless cultural and intellectual values. With an
elegant, user-friendly interface and a smart search system, you can
quickly find the books that best suit your interests. Additionally,
our special promotions and home delivery services help you save time
and fully enjoy the joy of reading.

Join us on a journey of knowledge exploration, passion nurturing, and

personal growth every day!

ebookbell.com