Castle of dream . iting her doom. He climbs the turret stair; Whats there to hinder?Finds in her golden chair. Princess Gerlinde. 30 t\)t <©lo ^an*0 tale I met my love in the twilight, Far back in the days of face it was fair, her hands they were white, And her hair it was Ill tell you now of the story, For the story has never been told. I met my love in the meadow. When Katydids chirp in the grass; And the sliver of moon, hung over the hill,Neer lighted a lovelier lass— And twas midsummer eve when I met fairy folk pass and repass. She stepped in a circle
Castle of dream . iting her doom. He climbs the turret stair; Whats there to hinder?Finds in her golden chair. Princess Gerlinde. 30 t\)t <©lo ^an*0 tale I met my love in the twilight, Far back in the days of face it was fair, her hands they were white, And her hair it was Ill tell you now of the story, For the story has never been told. I met my love in the meadow. When Katydids chirp in the grass; And the sliver of moon, hung over the hill,Neer lighted a lovelier lass— And twas midsummer eve when I met fairy folk pass and repass. She stepped in a circle of thorn-trees; For she heard a fallen bird cry,A swish of the leaves, one wave of her hand, And then all alone was I waited there in the meadow, I know that I heard her sigh. And she never came back to me, dearies. Though Ive waited these many long years; And each midsummer-eve, when the twilight go back to the meadow of tears. And wait by the circle of thorn-trees;But no sign of her ever 31 Theres a quiet little valley set about by purple hills, Where the river Wisper tinkles to the Rhine. There the fairy-folk are dancing, when the vale with twilight in the sky the first star lanterns shine. Yes, theyre dancing in the valley, in the little Wis- perthalWhile the winds of twilight wander down the lane;Dwarfs go trooping, giants stooping,Slender elfin maidens the little pixies scamper through the grain. In the valley of the WisperWan witch maidens meet and whisper;Footsteps soft as summer rainRustle through the fields of grain;Red-capped gnomes behind them pranceIn a merry antic dance;Trolls are lurking by the wallIn the little Wisperthal. By the slender grape vines rainbow colored spritesFold their wings and on a tendril , a humming! Goblins coming!On a hollow nutshell among the tall, green grass-blades their processionwinds its way. In the valley of the Wisper,Theres a murmur and a whisperi
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