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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 208
l'crhnp*, 0 Ooil ! ii to annihilate ? My ancriaty !—Yo golden hall*, that ahino Brilliant a* glitter in tho night tho »tar«, Mu»t yo fall shattered 'mid tlio Temple'* flame* ? My thorny crown with which I hojicd to bind These brow* tliat happy myrtlo novcr pressed, Was't but a dream, a puenlo tragedy .— And mu-t my latent garland also fade ?
(Trur* streaming down hit face.) Thou Light Kternal, parent thou of flower* ! I* »uch indeed Thv will ?—*o uiu*t it bo ?— (f'l«u*r, during which h- guet, lut I'H thmjht, f il //•
window d en n the it ill bieuri valley.) Night shroud* the mirror-*urfaco of the sea; The moon i* hidden in tho storm-cloud* yet !
(Vante, during which light appear* in the valley.) Tho cloud is gone, tho moon is bright onco more, And like a bridegroom 1 decks tlio sea with jicarls And smiles, -e'en whilo ho sprinkles tears, ho smiles! And our small ship made ready to depart Swells out her gleaming sails ! Tho All-Merciful Bring all to pass according to Hi* will !
(Vause, during which h- li»k* down cheerfully on the valley
bat hid in moonlight.) What sound* of luto (motioning outside the window) arc thoso
I hear without ? So melting soft, ns though too kind to wake Tho midnight out of her Inst sleep ?—Tho luto Draws nearer from tho valley upwards. What! Doth Imply somo poor luckless Troubadour, Astray, and wandering from his road, wet through With rain, and tempest-wearied, seek with us A hospitable shelter? How !—Deccivo Mo not mine ears ?—Already in tho cloister? Why, truly this is strange ! Tho lute is playing At hido and seek ! (Calltng.) Greger !—What ! at my door? Already nrt thou hero ? Aerial Amlmasndor, como in, whoe'er thou tie !
[lie starts from hit sent.
1 In German, In ilcfianr* of mythology, the moon Is masculine and the sun feminine.—Trans.
»c. v.]
THK TraHAKs IN ÏIK1».
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