Let us whirl round in the waltz's gay measure,
And let them steal to the dim-lighted wood.
Let them but love, then, and leave us the dancing!
Languishing love cannot bear the glad dance.
THE TENDER.
Let them whirl round, then, and leave us to wander!
Wand'ring to love is a heavenly dance.
Cupid, the near one, o'erhears their deriding,
Vengeance takes suddenly, vengeance takes soon.
Let them whirl round, then, and leave us to wander!
Wand'ring to love is a heavenly dance.
LIKE AND LIKE.
A fair bell-flower
Sprang up from the ground,
And early its fragrance
It shed all around;
A bee came thither
And sipped from its bell;—
That they for each other
Were made, we see well.
SELF-DECEIT.
My neighbour's curtain, well I see,
Is moving to and fro.
No doubt she's listening eagerly,
If I'm at home or no,
And if the jealous grudge I bore
And openly confessed;
Is nourished by me as before,
Within my inmost breast.
