Thus she said, and e’en as she spoke they stood
under the pear-tree.
Down from the heavens the moon at her full was shedding
her splendor.
Night had come on, and wholly obscured was the last
gleam of sunlight,
So that contrasting masses lay side by side with each
other,
Clear and bright as the day, and black with the shadows
of midnight;
Gratefully fell upon Hermann’s ear the kindly
asked question
Under the shade of the glorious tree, the spot he
so treasured,
Which but this morning had witnessed the tears he
had shed for the exile.
And while they sat themselves down to rest them here
for a little,
Thus spoke the amorous youth, as he grasped the hand
of the maiden:
“Suffer thy heart to make answer, and follow
it freely in all things.”
Yet naught further he ventured to say although so
propitious
Seemed the hour; he feared he should only haste on
a refusal.
Ah, and he felt besides the ring on her finger, sad
token!
Therefore they sat there, silent and still, beside
one another.
First was the maiden to speak: “How sweet
is this glorious moonlight!”
Said she at length: “It is as the light
of the day in its brightness.
[Illustration: HERMAN AND DOROTHEA UNDER THE PEAR TREE Ludwig Richter]
There in the city I plainly can see the houses and court-yards, And in the gable—methinks I can number its panes—is a window.”
“What thou seest,” the modest youth thereupon
made her answer,— “What thou seest
is our dwelling, to which I am leading thee downward,
And that window yonder belongs to my room in the attic,
Which will be thine perhaps, for various changes are
making. All these fields, too, are ours; they
are ripe for the harvest to-morrow. Here in the
shade we will rest, and partake of our noon-tide refreshment.
But it is time we began our descent through the vineyard
and garden; For dost thou mark how yon threatening
storm-cloud comes nearer and
nearer,
Charged with lightning, and ready our fair full moon
to extinguish?”
So they arose from their seats, and over the corn
fields descended,
Through the luxuriant grain, enjoying the brightness
of evening,
Until they came to the vineyard, and so entered into
its shadow.
Then he guided her down o’er the numerous blocks
that were lying,
Rough and unhewn on the pathway, and served as the
steps of the alley.
Slowly the maiden descended, and leaning her hands
on his shoulder,
While with uncertain beams, the moon through the leaves
overlooked them,
Ere she was veiled by the cloud, and so left the couple
in darkness.
Carefully Hermann’s strength supported the maid
that hung o’er him;
But, not knowing the path and the rough-hewn steps
that led down it,
Missed she her footing, her ankle turned, and she
surely had fallen,
Had not the dexterous youth his arm outstretched in