An idyl of the Rhine . ine,Where grape and ivy intertwine;Of summer days there idly spentMid pleasures gay, while fancy lentA tender charm to everything,I faithfully and fondly sing. 2 The Meeting:. CDe n?eetitig. At Bingen, in the month of May,I chanced to be one gala day,Amid a gay and festive sceneEnlivening a garden strains of music filled the airAnd wine flowed freely everywhere;And brimming mugs of foaming beerDispensed their effervescent portly dames and damsels fair,With heads of shining golden hair, 3 An Idyl of the Rhine. The gay gallants and martial airOf unifor
An idyl of the Rhine . ine,Where grape and ivy intertwine;Of summer days there idly spentMid pleasures gay, while fancy lentA tender charm to everything,I faithfully and fondly sing. 2 The Meeting:. CDe n?eetitig. At Bingen, in the month of May,I chanced to be one gala day,Amid a gay and festive sceneEnlivening a garden strains of music filled the airAnd wine flowed freely everywhere;And brimming mugs of foaming beerDispensed their effervescent portly dames and damsels fair,With heads of shining golden hair, 3 An Idyl of the Rhine. The gay gallants and martial airOf uniforms assembled drinking and the , all were strangely new to chaperone—indulgent dame,I neer shall cease to bless her name—•Grew weary soon, and let me strayAt will mid that assembly gay. Entranced, I wandered here and there,Ecgardlcss of remark or length I joined a moving throngOf people. As I pressed alongBeside a crowded, festal clink of glass and clank of sword 4 c. FELIX. The Meeting. Proclaimed the merry revelryOf some of Deutschlands chivalry,A silken fringe about ray gownBecame entangled. With a frownI tried to jerk the meshes loosoBut only tighter drew the nooseWhich held me fast; for, strange to tell,A button on a gay lapelHad truly been lassoed while ISo heedlessly was passing by;And, instantly, to my surprise,I saw a Black Hussar arise,His face abeam with merrimentOer this unlooked for accident. 5 An Idyl of the Rhine* Politely bowing low to caught the fringe up turned and twisted it around—•Wrong way of course—until he woundThe shank so tight that skillful handCould not undo the knotted , I stood and mutely gazed,At him, I fear, like some one never was so fair a faceUnited with more manly limpid azure of his eyesOutrivaled soft Italian skies,And curly locks of golden hairWaved oer a forehead wondrous fair; The Meeting. The emblem of a crown he boreAcross
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