Pictures

I. The Cornfield

The ripe corn bends low

When the wind blows fair,

Like curtseying maidens,

Curts'ying maidens

With golden hair.

II. The Sea

Dark billows reflect

The gath'ring clouds;

The white foam is frothing

Like tossing shrouds.

III. The Moor

Winds are sobbing

In pinetree wood.

The moor is a king's robe

Stained with blood.

IV. Night

The wild rose sleeps above the pool,

Round her sleepeth every leaf;

The night air, soft and cool,

Cradles them all above the pool

And all their shadows sleep beneath.