VIII.

"T is "Margarethe-Bertha-Marie, child!

Come hence; come hence! You break your mother's heart!" But on they dance. Their eyes are bright and wild;

Their rosy lips with breathless pleasure part.

"T is "Rupert-Franz! what witchcraft has beguiled?
Cease, lest beneath your father's wrath you smart!"
Nor ear, nor glance aside, the revelers lend:
The day wears late; the nightly shades descend.