Lorelei's Song
If there's reason, I can't recall it,
Why I feel sick and tense.
A fable demands I tell it,
An old tale without sense.
The heavens are cool and dark now
And quiet flows the Rhine;
The peak of the Rock is a spark now
Of summer eveningshine.
In glory amid the last light
There sits a maid most fair.
Her garment and jewels shine bright
As she combs her golden hair
With a golden comb; and she's singing
The most marvellous song to me.
Even piercing my drums could not bring
Escape from that melody.
In my skiff I am a captive
Of each melodious note,
Caring nothing for the rapids
That wait to sink my boat.
The waves will be devouring,
Too soon, both skiff and I;
And I will die still hearing
The song of Lorelei.
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