The Pilgrims of the Rhine

  SONG OF THE FAIRIES IN THE RUINS OF HEIDELBERG.

  From the woods and the glossy green, With the wild thyme strewn; From the rivers whose crisped sheen Is kissed by the trembling moon; While the dwarf looks out from his mountain cave, And the erl king from his lair, And the water-nymph from her moaning wave, We skirr the limber air.

  There's a smile on the vine-clad shore, A smile on the castled heights; They dream back the days of yore, And they smile at our roundel rites! Our roundel rites!

  Lightly we tread these halls around, Lightly tread we; Yet, hark! we have scared with a single sound The moping owl on the breathless tree, And the goblin sprites! Ha, ha! we have scared with a single sound The old gray owl on the breathless tree, And the goblin sprites!