Thus was the false muse when she tried that day
To take you lovingly in her embrace,
Whilst you left, eluding her eager chase,
Led by a dark impulse to run away.

And then, in ancient solitude you found,
Like a fair marble figure on the ground,
A lovely maid, in charmed trance sunken;

But in your presence the magic spell broke,
And Germany's true muse with smiles awoke,
And soon sank within your arms, love-drunken.