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THE FAITHLESS BOY. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) [1885]

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Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1.

Part of: Goethe’s Works, 5 vols.

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THE FAITHLESS BOY.

    • THERE was a wooer blithe and gay,—
    • A son of France was he,—
    • Who in his arms for many a day,
    • As though his bride were she,
    • A poor young maiden had caress’d,
    • And fondly kiss’d, and fondly press’d,
    • And then at length deserted.
    • When this was told the nut-brown maid,
    • Her senses straightway fled;
    • She laugh’d and wept, and vow’d and pray’d,
    • And presently was dead.
    • The hour her soul its farewell took,
    • The boy was sad, with terror shook,
    • Then sprang upon his charger.
    • He drove his spurs into his side,
    • And scour’d the country round;
    • But wheresoever he might ride,
    • No rest for him was found.
    • For seven long days and nights he rode,
    • It storm’d, the waters overflow’d,
    • It bluster’d, lighten’d, thunder’d.
    • On rode he through the tempest’s din,
    • Till he a building spied;
    • In search of shelter crept he in,
    • When he his steed had tied.
    • And as he grop’d his doubtful way,
    • The ground began to rock and sway,—
    • He fell a hundred fathoms.
    • When he recover’d from the blow,
    • He saw three lights pass by;
    • He sought in their pursuit to go,
    • The lights appear’d to fly.
    • They led his footsteps all astray,
    • Up, down, through many a narrow way
    • Through ruin’d desert cellars.
    • When lo! he stood within a hall,
    • A hundred guests sat there,
    • With hollow eyes, and grinning all;
    • They bade him taste the fare.
    • He saw his sweetheart ’midst the throng,
    • Wrapp’d up in grave-clothes white and long;
    • She turn’d, and—*

[* ]This ballad is introduced in Act II. of Claudino of Villa Bella, where it is suddenly broken off, as it is here.