That flowed and floated like the stream, As fair and lovely did she seem As in a story or a dream Some beautiful and foreign lady. And the Prince looked so grand and proud, Ursula. We shall behold our child once more; The prayers, that, without sound or word, Oh, bring me to her; for mine eyes My very soul within me cries: My very hands seem to caress her, To see her, gaze at her, and bless her; Dear Elsie, child of God and grace! (Goes out toward the Garden.) Forester. There goes the good woman out of her head A very capacious flagon of beer, And a very portentous loaf of bread, One would say his grief did not much oppress him. Ha! it buzzes and stings like a hornet! And what a scene there, through the door! And midway an old man of threescore, With a wife and children that caress him. The Castle of Vautsberg on the Rhine. PRINCE HENRY and ELSIE standing on the terrace at evening. The sound of bells heard from a distance. Prince Henry. We are alone. The wedding guests Ride down the hill, with plumes and cloaks, And the descending dark invests The Niederwald, and all the nests Elsie. What bells are those, that ring so slow, So mellow, musical, and low? Prince Henry. They are the bells of Geisenheim, That with their melancholy chime Ring out the curfew of the sun. Elsie. Listen, beloved. Prince Henry. They are done! Dear Elsie! many years ago Those same soft bells at eventide He heard their sound with secret pain. Of peace and deep tranquillity, And endless confidence in thee! Prince Henry. Thou knowest the story of her ring: How, when the Court went back to Aix, Fastrada died; and how the King Sat watching by her night and day, Which water that delicious land, They cast the ring, drawn from her hand; And the great monarch sat serene, Nor left the land for evermore. Elsie. That was true love. Prince Henry. For him the queen Ne'er did what thou hast done for me. Elsie. Wilt thou as fond and faithful be? Wilt thou so love me after death? Prince Henry. In life's delight, in death's dismay, Deep in thy steadfast soul it lies, And, undisturbed by this world's breath, Elsie. Ah, not so soon. It glimmers on the forest tips, And through the dewy foliage drips And makes the heart in love with night. Prince Henry. Oft on this terrace, when the day EPILOGUE. THE TWO RECORDING ANGELS ASCENDING. The Angel of Good Deeds (with closed book). And said unto the mountain brook, And leap, with naked, snow-white feet, Of the broad, arid plain." God sent his messenger of faith, And whispered in the maiden's heart, "Rise up, and look from where thou art, And scatter with unselfish hands Thy freshness on the barren sands And solitudes of Death." O beauty of holiness, Of self-forgetfulness, of lowliness! O power of meekness, Whose very gentleness and weakness Are like the yielding, but irresistible air! Upon the pages Of the sealed volume that I bear, The deed divine Is written in characters of gold That never shall grow old, But through all ages Burn and shine With soft effulgence! O God! it is thy indulgence That fills the world with the bliss Of a good deed like this. The Angel of Evil Deeds (with open book). Not yet, not yet Is the red sun wholly set, But evermore recedes, While open still I bear The Book of Evil Deeds, To let the breathings of the upper air Visit its pages and erase The records from its face! The glimmering landscape shines, Is hidden by wreaths of vapour! Begin to quiver Along the whitening surface of the paper; Shade after shade The terrible words grow faint and fade, And in their place Runs a white space! Down goes the sun! But the soul of one, Who by repentance Has escaped the dreadful sentence, Shines bright below me as I look. It is the end! With closed Book To God do I ascend. Lo! over the mountain steeps A dark, gigantic shadow sweeps Beneath my feet; A blackness inwardly brightening With sullen heat, As a storm-cloud lurid with lightning, And a cry of lamentation, Repeated and again repeated Deep and loud As the reverberation Of cloud answering unto cloud, Swells and rolls away in the distance, As if the sheeted Lightning retreated, Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance. |