Is welcom'd by the bride;She makes the true one blest,
Come with prong, and come with fork,Like the devil of their talk,And with wildly rattling sound,Prowl the desert rocks around!Screechowl, owl,Join in chorus with our howl!
His cities o'er he told,And to his heir left all things,
Behind the church-door with all speed;The moon still continues her clear light to shed
Let me taste those days so sweet,
To my garden fair.
That pervades my inmost breast.
My only joy is fled for evermore.
THROUGH field and wood to stray,And pipe my tuneful lay,--
Farewell, thou who with me dost prove
The Son of Man in triumph passesDown to Hell's wild and black morasses,
Well-behaved, not haughty.These especially I ask'd,
Through and through with flames are glowing!Dragon-women, men-wolf swarms,
Mingled are with joy and pain.