IV
The long day waned beneath refulgent skies,
And evening sunshine bathed the hilltops round,
Where on the sudden from the level ground
Pine-vestured, solemn, summit by summit rise
The tops of the Black Forest. Wistful eyes
Wandered from peak to peak, as if to sound
Their mystery, if perchance there might be found
Some healing essence there, some glad surprise.
Long strove the puzzled spirit, vainly yearned
Into that alien soul to force its way;
When suddenly—the mystic rune was learned!
And in an upland glen remote and gray
There moved a presence known and last discerned
In Glendaruel on a morn of May.
Rastatt, 7th May