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The Loreley
I do not know what haunts me, What saddened my mind all day;
An age-old tale confounds me, A spell I cannot allay.
The air is cool and in twilight The Rhine's dark waters flow;
The peak of the mountain in highlight Reflects the evening glow.
There sits a lovely maiden Above so wondrous fair,
With shining jewels laden, She combs her golden hair.
It falls through her comb in a shower, And over the valley rings
A song of mysterious power That lovely maiden sings.
The boatman in his small skiff is Seized by a turbulent love,
No longer he marks where the cliff is, He looks to the mountain above.
I think the waves must fling him Against the reefs nearby,
And that did with her singing
The lovely Loreley.
