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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Lorelei
By Joseph von Eichendorff (1788–1857)
 
Translation of Charles Harvey Genung

’TIS very late, ’tis growing cold;
Alone thou ridest through the wold?
The way is long, there’s none to see,
Ah, lovely maid, come follow me.
 
“I know men’s false and guileful art,        5
And grief long since has rent my heart.
I hear the huntsman’s bugle there:
Oh fly,—thou know’st me not,—beware!”
 
So richly is the steed arrayed,
So wondrous fair the youthful maid,        10
I know thee now—too late to fly!
Thou art the witch, the Lorelei.
 
Thou know’st me well,—my lonely shrine
Still frowns in silence on the Rhine;
’Tis very late, ’tis growing cold,—        15
Thou com’st no more from out the wold!
 
 
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