. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . e himself to the arts again. He was sitting by the window of the castle on a summer evening. A pur-ple mist lay on the forests and river, and the moon poured her light over it,making all things appear like an enchanted realm. He heard a nightingale singing in the woods. Did ever a bird sing likethat ? He listened. There was a witchery in the song. He rose and wentinto the woods. The song filled the air like a shower of golden notes. Hefollowed it. It retreated. He went on. But the song, more and more enchant-ing and alluring, floa
. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . e himself to the arts again. He was sitting by the window of the castle on a summer evening. A pur-ple mist lay on the forests and river, and the moon poured her light over it,making all things appear like an enchanted realm. He heard a nightingale singing in the woods. Did ever a bird sing likethat ? He listened. There was a witchery in the song. He rose and wentinto the woods. The song filled the air like a shower of golden notes. Hefollowed it. It retreated. He went on. But the song, more and more enchant-ing and alluring, floated into the shadowy distance. He found himself at last->_«**otfi the Lei. He beheld there a dazzling grotto, full of stalactites, and a nymph of won-drous beauty on a coral throne. He felt his being thrill with love. He wasabout to enter the grotto, when, oh thought of darkness and horror! therecollection of the, enchantress came to him, and he crossed his bosom andbroke the spell. He hurried home with a beating heart. FIFTH MEETING FOR RHINE STORIES. 16. moon rose in fullthe water with Herman took a lute It was answered fromful! The air seemed en-melody. Herman waswith delight. The priest The Lore ! In theVirgin, let us make for Hermans eyes werefixed on the rock. Thereshe sat, the siren ! The priest plied theoar, to turn the boatback. But nearer, nearerdrifted the boat to therock. Nearer and nearer! The moon pouredher white light upon thecrags. Nearer and nearer! There was a shock. But the temptation and vision had proved fatal tohim. He was never himself again. He dreamedconstantly of Lore. All his longings were for her. At eve he would hear the same nightingalesinging. He would long to follow the voice. Itinflamed his love. His will, his senses, all thatmade life desirable, were yielding to the fatal pas-sion. He went to a good priest for advice. Father Walter, what shall I do ? Shake off the spell, or it will end inyour ruin. One day Herman and the priest went fishing
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