Lorelei's Song

Pilgrim forget; in this dark tide

Sinks the salt tear to peace at last;

Here undeluding dreams abide,

All sorrow past.

Nods the wild ivy on her stem;

The voiceless bird broods on the bough;

The silence and the song of them

Untroubled now.

Free that poor captive's flutterings,

That struggles in thy tired eyes,

Solace its discontented wings,

Quiet its cries!

Knells now the dewdrop to its fall,

The sad wind sleeps no more to rove;

Rest, for my arms ambrosial

Ache for thy love!