HUNTING SONGS 



VII 



Precious wine, from cup o'erflowing. 

 With an eager mouth he quafFd ; 



Fire he felt within him glowing. 

 As he drain'd the magic draught. 



VIII 



Eyes of deep blue, softly glancing ! — 

 Flowing locks of golden hue ! — 



He with clasped hands advancing 

 'Gan the Maiden's love to sue. 



IX 



Fraught with strange mysterious meaning. 

 Pitying look she on him cast ; 



Then, her form the ivy screening. 

 Swiftly, as she came, she past. 



From that hour enchanted ever. 

 Spellbound to the Windeck lone. 



From that hour he slumber'd never. 

 Rest, and peace, and hope unknown. 



XI 



Night and day that ruin'd portal 

 Pale and wan he hovers nigh, 



Though unlike to living mortal. 

 Still without the power to die. 



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