And she has hair of a golden hue; And what she says, it is not true; Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She has a bosom as white as snow; Take care! She knows how much it is best to show ; Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She gives thee a garland woven fair; It is a fool's-cap for thee to wear; Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! WHITHER ? FROM THE GERMAN OF Müller. I HEARD a brooklet gushing From its rocky fountain near, Down into the valley rushing, So fresh and wondrous clear. I know not what came o'er me, Downward, and ever farther, Is this the way I was going? Whither, O brooklet, say! Thou hast, with thy soft murmur, Murmured my senses away. What do I say of a murmur? That can no murmur be; 'Tis the water-nymphs that are singing Their roundelays under me. Let them sing, my friend, let them murmur, And wander merrily near; The wheels of a mill are going In every brooklet clear. THE CASTLE BY THE SEA. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. "HAST thou seen that lordly castle, The clouds float gorgeously. "And fain it would stoop downward In the evening's crimson glow." "Well have I seen that castle, That Castle by the Sea; And the moon above it standing, "The winds and the waves of ocean, Had they a merry chime? Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, The harp and the minstrel's rhyme?" "The winds and the waves of ocean, But I heard on the gale a sound of wail, "And sawest thou on the turrets "Led they not forth, in rapture, |