196 A LOVE SONG. 



trance, which was rapidly darkening down into the sleep" of death. The 

 sun which now began to beat strongly on the dark rocks where they 

 stood, assisted their efforts. They succeeded his life was saved. 



That evening, Fritz sat on one side of the fire in the cottage of Netty's 

 grandmother, while the good old dame herself plyed her knitting in her 

 usual diligent silence on the other. He was pale, and leant back on the 

 pillows by which he was supported, in the languid apathy of exhaustion. 

 Netty sat at his knee, on a low oaken stool, with his hand pressed against 

 her cheek, and many and many a tear, such as overflow from the heart 

 in the fulness of its joy, trickled over his fingers. 



" Now, Fritz," said she, looking earnestly up in his face, " you will 

 never never, go to the gemsjagd again. 



" Never never," echod Fritz. 



But he broke his word, and was chamois-hunting before the end of the 

 honey-moon. 



A LOVE SONG. 



1 wish I were the red, red rose, 



Upon thy heaving breast to lie, 

 On that soft sunny light that glows 



About thy drooping eye. 



I wish I were the merry bird 



That singeth in the tree, 

 Among the green leaves, ever heard 



At morn and eve by thee. 



I wish I were the silver brook, 

 That talketh to each flow'ry place 



Round thy dear home, for I would look 

 For ever in thy face ! 



I wish I were the summer air 



Among thy ringlets sleeping, 

 Or thro' thy folded garments fair 



Into thy perfumed bosom creeping. 



But most of all I wish to be, 



Beloved for myself alone ; 

 Loved when no rose is on the tree, 



When birds and summer winds are flown ! 



