Fragments Of Ancient Poetry, Fragment II

I sit by the mossy fountain; on the     top of the hill of winds. One tree is     rustling above me. Dark waves roll     over the heath. The lake is troubled     below. The deer descend from the     hill. No hunter at a distance is seen;     no whistling cow-herd is nigh. It is     mid-day: but all is silent. Sad are my     thoughts as I sit alone. Didst thou     but appear, O my love, a wanderer on     the heath! thy hair floating on the     wind behind thee; thy bosom heaving     on the sight; thine eyes full of tears     for thy friends, whom the mist of the     hill had concealed! Thee I would comfort,     my love, and bring thee to thy     father's house.     But is it she that there appears, like     a beam of light on the heath? bright     as the moon in autumn, as the sun in     a summer-storm?--She speaks: but     how weak her voice! like the breeze     in the reeds of the pool. Hark!     Returnest thou safe from the war?     "Where are thy friends, my love? I     heard of thy death on the hill; I heard     and mourned thee, Shilric!"     Yes, my fair, I return; but I alone     of my race. Thou shalt see them no     more: their graves I raised on the plain.     But why art thou on the desert hill?     why on the heath, alone?     Alone I am, O Shilric! alone in the     winter-house. With grief for thee I     expired. Shilric, I am pale in the tomb.     She fleets, she sails away; as grey     mist before the wind!--and, wilt thou     not stay, my love? Stay and behold     my tears? fair thou appearest, my love!     fair thou wast, when alive!     By the mossy fountain I will sit; on     the top of the hill of winds. When     mid-day is silent around, converse, O     my love, with me! come on the wings     of the gale! on the blast of the mountain,     come! Let me hear thy voice, as     thou passest, when mid-day is silent around.