The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . nought compared with , say not so! he cried; tis destinyThat parts us: free Im not, Im forced your kindnesses will I forget;Grateful am I beyond all back again I get to Shonbirg HallSome tokens of regard Ill send to now, farewell, farewell! Not looking waiting for more words, he turned and left. No step she took, but watched his fading form. As though to it her eyes and thoughts were glued, Till out of sight; then on the earth she sat, And in a floo
The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . nought compared with , say not so! he cried; tis destinyThat parts us: free Im not, Im forced your kindnesses will I forget;Grateful am I beyond all back again I get to Shonbirg HallSome tokens of regard Ill send to now, farewell, farewell! Not looking waiting for more words, he turned and left. No step she took, but watched his fading form. As though to it her eyes and thoughts were glued, Till out of sight; then on the earth she sat, And in a flood of tears, and sobs, and groans. Her grief poured forth; —while darkness gathered round, And overhead the white sea-dove low mourned. Ive done the best for her and for myself,The Youth did muse, as from the Maid he other road saw I where honor oh, what anguish racks my bleeding heart!All happiness I leave behind with her:No joy of love ever again Ill I were now a knight in armor clad,A thousand hostile warriors in my front,That like a thunder-bolt of Heavens wrath.
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