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 It sounded and sweeter, It waved there to and fro; But we slid past forlornly Upon the great sea-flow.

heart, my heart is mournful, Yet joyously shines the May; I stand by the linden leaning, High on the bastion grey.

The blue town-moat thereunder Glides peacefully along; A boy in a boat is angling And whistling a careless song.

Beyond, like a well-known picture, All small and fair are strewed Houses and gardens and people, Oxen and meadows and wood.

The maidens bleach the linen, And dance in the grass for glee; The mill-wheel scatters diamonds, Its far hum reaches me. Errata