I shall never hear her more Where the sunny Lindis floweth, Goeth, floweth; From the meads where melick groweth, When the water winding down I shall never see her more, Stand beside the sobbing river, To the sandy lonesome shore; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Lightfoot, rise and follow; From your clovers lift the head; Come uppe Jetty, follow, follow, Jetty, to the milking-shed." C COLD AND QUIET OLD, my dear,-cold and quiet. So the moss enfoldeth thee. "Plant me, plant me, O love, a lily flower— Plant at my head, I pray you, a green tree; And when our children sleep," she sighed, "at the dusk hour, And when the lily blossoms, O come out to me!" Lost, my dear? Lost! nay, deepest Love is that which loseth least; Through the night-time while thou sleepest, Near thee, near thee, my wife that aye liveth, Rest, my dear, rest. Fair showeth That which was, and not in vain Love's last words atween us twain. Boughs from our garden, white with bloom hang over. Love, now the children slumber, I come out to thee. There white-haired urchins climb his eaves, And there his oldest daughter stands She comforts all her mother's days, She makes her labor light; Sometimes the roses by the latch Or scarlet vine-leaves from her thatch Come sailing down like birds; When from. their drifts her board I clear, She thanks me, but I scarce can hear The shyly uttered words. Oft have I wooed sweet Lettice White Some better day come on apace, How gently rock yon poplars high With heaven's pale candles stored! She sees them all, sweet Lettice White: I'll e'en go sit again to-night Beside her ironing-board! 7982 BERNHARD SEVERIN INGEMANN 1789-1862 NGEMANN was born in his father's parsonage on the little island of Falster, Denmark, the 28th of May, 1789. He was the youngest of nine children, an impressionable, sensitive child, craving and needing the love lavished on him in his home. A happy childhood, passed in beautiful country surroundings in close touch with nature, developed in him a winning sympathetic temperament, a sometimes almost womanly tenderness. Harshness or mis INGEMANN understanding wounded him deeply, and left, as he himself said, "a shadow which even the most radiant light of love and joy have found it difficult to efface." The intensity of the child's feelings showed itself in his love for every living thing. When he was given a present of a bird he "trembled with excitement; as he put out his hands for it he screamed with joy; when he held the bird in his hand he dreamt of his happiness; and his first thought when he awoke in the morning was the happy certainty, 'I have my bird!' He never found another expression which more truly and strongly painted his joy at having consciously awakened to the highest happi ness of his life than the childish words, 'I have my bird.'" With a temperament like this, and growing into manhood at a time when romanticism found its first and full expression in Oehlenschläger's tragedies, in the poetry of Heiberg, Hauch, and Hertz, it is no wonder that Ingemann found it impossible to finish his law course, and gave himself up unreservedly to his literary work. His father had died when the boy was about ten years old, his mother died before his University course was finished, he himself was not strong in his early youth: his first collection of poems, published 1811, is touched with the consequent depression, which found voice in dreamy love and religious devotion. About this time he became engaged to his future wife, Lucie Marie Mandix. In 1813 he published 'Procne,' in 1814 The Black Knights,' and in 1815 the tragedy |