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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Erl-King</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.<br>WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?<br>The father it is, with his infant so dear;<br>He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,<br>He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"<br>"Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!<br>Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?"<br>"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!<br>Full many a game I will play there with thee;<br>On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,<br>My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My father, my father, and dost thou not hear<br>The words that the Erl-King now breathes in mine ear?"<br>"Be calm, dearest child, 'tis thy fancy deceives;<br>'Tis the sad wind that sighs through the withering leaves."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?<br>My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care<br>My daughters by night their glad festival keep,<br>They'll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"My father, my father, and dost thou not see,<br>How the Erl-King his daughters has brought here for me?"<br>"My darling, my darling, I see it aright,<br>'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!<br>And if thou'rt unwilling, then force I'll employ."<br>"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,<br>Full sorely the Erl-King has hurt me at last."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The father now gallops, with terror half wild,<br>He grasps in his arms the poor shuddering child;<br>He reaches his courtyard with toil and with dread,--<br>The child in his arms finds he motionless, dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>------------</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">fr om a translation by <br>Edwin Zeydel</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">--------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- ----</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Who rides so late where winds blow wild?<br>It is the father grasping his child;<br>He holds the boy embraced in his arm<br>He clasps him snugly, he keeps him warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"My son, why cover your face in such fear?"<br>"O don't you see the ErlKing near?<br>The ErlKing with his crown and train!"<br>"My son, the mist is on the plain."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"Sweet lad, o come and join me, do!<br>Such pretty games I'll play with you;<br>On the shore gay flowers their colors unfold<br>My mother has made you a garment of gold."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"My father, my father, o can you not hear<br>The promise the ErlKing breathes in my ear?"<br>"Be calm, stay calm my child, lie low<br>In withered leaves the night winds blow."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"Will you, sweet lad, come along with me?<br>My daughters shall care for you tenderly;<br>In the night my daughters their revelry keep,<br>They'll rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"My father, my father, o can you not trace<br>The ErlKing's daughters in that gloomy place?"<br>"My son, my son, I see it clear<br>How grey the ancient willows appear."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"I love you, your comeliness charms me, my boy<br>And if you're not willing, then force I'll employ!"<br>"Now father, o father, he's seizing my arm<br>The ErlKing has done me the cruelest harm!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The father shudders, his ride is wild<br>In his arms he's holding the shivering child<br>He reaches home with toil and dread.<br>In his arms, the child was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418768" data-title="The Erl-King de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="1. WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm, He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm. "My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus ..."></div> </div> </div>
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