The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1882-02-16

A Legend of i6eyiblns.
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Through tho waves II sInmefns sapphlf
That In Furnished splcndor shine,
our Hight skill swept lltc shadow,
Der the ripping. dancing Rhine.
Through gsns OF shining azure blue,
Gliding In our dreamy flight
Like winged phantom vesse,
Sailing through bright waves Of light,
Our boatman piled his shining oars
30 swiftly DER tho river
They swept the gauzy sheet Of blue,
Like arrows from culver.
lhey made sweet music, soft and low,
Mid ripping waves that llsten'd,
And sparklcd round the dancing keel.
And DER the bright prov gllstcn'd.
Our light boat rocked and danced In glee,
On the silv'ry wavelets' crest,
Whilst CLEAN of blazing crimson
Darted high up in the west.
The great sun was clad in brilliance;
And the farewell CLEAN of day,
Mid the gorgeous clouds of even,
fingered in dying ray.
Like golden dream of fancy,
By us swept the fields of wheat,
And the gardens, and the vineyards,
Loaded with their harvest sweet.
The small hamlets, bright and smiling,
With their lovely rural homes
And the cliffs that rose like spectres,
From the rivers sparkling foams.
All the landscape swept before us,
Like panoramic dream,
As our bostman dextrous guided
Our light boatupOn the stream.
Our dancing skiff sailed near cliff
That peers high DER the river
While fangs of surf lash wild around,
AMI DER the bleak rocks CULVER.
\ thousand riffs of ragged rock
Loom o'erthe outlines dreary,
or this gigantic, monster cliff;
Whilst wild waves, never weary,
Roll, seeth and crash, and madly toss
Along the terraced ridges,
Scaling the grim and hoary rocks
By rugged reef-like bridges.
And here our boatman lullcd his oar,
And stilled our flying skiR:
And told this legend, weird and wild,
OF the sombre, gloomy cliff:
AT eve" he said, when twilight filings
Her glimmering shadows round
And all the azure sky above
With glistening stars is crowned,
"A sylph-like form of fairy grace
Looms DER the cliffs dark rim.
And floats with light and starry wings
Amid the shadows dim.
1T is the Loreley, phantom sprite,
Who comes mid twilights gloom,
To lure the boatmcn with her song,
And charm them to their doom.
with mellow, silv'ry, siren voice,
She sings a phantom song;
Its weird, enhancing echoes float
The rivers waves along.
THE cadence wild, unearthly sweet, q. .
Rolls in echoes dreamy,
Adown the aisles of azure blue,
Freighted with spray gleamy.
Like dreams of melting, silver sounds,
The Loreley's music thrills:
And weird, fantastic echoes roll
Along the echoing hills.
THE boatmen hear, with rapture wild,
The Loreley's witching song,
And onward lured by music sweet,
They row their boats along.
"Fain would they break the magic spell
Enchantment wild has wrought;
But on they glide towards the cliff
The cliff with danger fraught
Still, still the sweet voice lures them on
On, to their dismal doom;
On to the rugged rocks that rise
Amid the cliffs weird gloom!
The boatmen hear no sound of waves,
Clashing their dismal knell-
They are lost in the dreamy maze
OF the Loreley's matchless spell
Their boats are shattered on the rocks!
They're caught by the current swift,
And dashed by the seething waves
That DER the gray rocks drift.
'In the rivers waves they are lost
Amid the spectral gloom;
And jutting crags of terraced rocks,
In grandeur make their tomb.
And every night when stars shine bright
Weird, winged phantom skifis, =
With snowy sails and shining oars,
Sail round among the cliffs.
These snowy boats, with cleaning sails,
To phantom music glide;
And legend says these ships are souls
who persisted in the tide
"And every night they come again
These brightand shining skifis-
To hear the Loreley's witching song
Upon the rocky cliis"-
Our bostman paused and looked once more
Aloh tuN ihouuA hdih tTeNE
And started, as he saw the CLEAN
OF twilight I'm the west
With long and deItr)us sweep Of oars,
Our boat whirled on again;
For" said the boatman, IF we hear
The Loreley's witching strain,
We shall be lost forever lost
Amid the rocky gloomi
For mortal oars cannot resist
The current Of the tomb
Deaths waters flow around fhe cliff
Where Ioreley sings at night
And death and do m to those who hear
The Doreley's music light"
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