I owe the suggestion of some verses which were written at that time to the memory of a dream.  I was on the back of a swan, which bore me through the air, and on another swan flying at my side sat Clara.  Our hands were clasped.  It was delightful until I bent to kiss her; then the swan I rode melted into mist, and I plunged headlong down, falling, falling, until I woke.

I had this dream on the Friday before the beginning of the week in which the first examination was to take place; and it is worthy of mention, for it was fulfilled.

True, I needed no prophetic vision to inform me that this time of happiness was drawing to a close.  I had long known that the company was to remove from Kottbus to Guben, but I hoped that the separation would be followed by a speedy meeting.

It was certainly fortunate that she was going, yet the parting was hard to bear; for the evening hours I had spent with her in innocent mirth and the interchange of all that was best in our hearts and minds were filled with exquisite enjoyment.  The fact that our intercourse was in a certain sense forbidden fruit merely doubled its charm.

How cautiously I had glided along in the shadows of the houses, how anxiously I had watched the light in the minister’s study opposite, when I went home!

True, he would have seen nothing wrong or even unseemly, save perhaps the kiss which Clara gave me the last time she lighted me down stairs, yet that would have been enough to shut me out of the examination.  Ah! yes, it was fortunate that she was going.

March had come, the sun shone brightly, the air was as warm as in May, and I had carried the mother and daughter some violets which I had gathered myself.  Suddenly I thought how delightful it would be to drive with Clara in an open carriage through the spring beauty of the country.  The next day was Sunday.  If I went with them and spent the night in Guben I could reach home in time the next day.  I need only tell Dr. Boltze I was going to Komptendorf, and order the carriage, to transform the dear girl’s departure into a holiday.

Again Fate interfered with the course of this story; for on my way to school that sunny Saturday morning I met Clara’s mother, and at sight of her the wish merged into a resolve.  I followed her into the shop she entered and explained my plan.  She thought it would be delightful, and promised to wait for me at a certain place outside of the city.

The plan was carried out.  I found them at the appointed spot, my darling as fresh as a rose.  If love and joy had any substantial weight, the horses would have found it a hard matter to drag the vehicle swiftly on.

But at the first toll-house, while the toll-keeper was changing some money, I experienced the envy of the gods which hitherto I had known only in Schiller’s ballad.  A pedestrian passed—­the teacher whom I had offended by playing all sorts of pranks during his French lesson.  Not one of the others disliked me.