With the rhythm of the song!Yes, they come; their course they're bending
A hundred guests sat there.He saw his sweetheart 'midst the throng,Wrapp'd up in grave-clothes white and long;
One miss'd we, and full sore;A true and tender couple came,--
FROM FAUST--SECOND PART.
Scarcely had the Cadi read this letter,Than he gather'd all his Suatians round him,And then tow'rd the bride his course directed,And the veil she ask'd for, took he with him.
Then to the wintry plain I bent my wayUneasily, to flight my bosom steel'd.
I acknowledge thee no more.Fled is all that gave thee gladness,Fled the cause of all thy sadness,
Quivers in air,Sleep-causing fragrance,
Soon is nature in the maid.
Then hasten thou homeward,
Well-spiced and in a pasty.
By night-time and by day,--How god-like is the drunkenness
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