EDWARD 's to the hunting gone, Hillo! hó! hillo! His new bridal suit he has ón, Chéer up, chéer up, lovely bride, Only two short hours he'll ride, Two short hours thou 'lt nót think long, Hillo! hó! hillo! All the evening, dance and song, Edward's horse is sure and strong, Hillo! hó! hillo! Safe will bring him home ere long, Horses' feet! down to the gate, Hillo! hó! hillo! Open-armed, though he come late, Hillo! hó! hillo! "Where's my Edward, groom and boy?" "Where's my only, only joy?" "Gód! his horse come home alone!" "Gód! God!" cried, and with a groan, IN what enchanted ground Go seek them in the sea, Where thought and word are free. Know'st thou that sea, The deep, deep sea, The sea of liberty? That sea 's th' enchanted ground That wide and open sea, Where thought and word sail free, No poet canst thou be. CARLSRUHE, March 16, 1856. |