" " XLV.
" " LXIV.
DIE HEIMKEHR, LX.
" LXII.
DIE NORDSEE, FIRST CYCLE, XII.



LIEDER.

IV.

Thy little hand lay on my bosom, dear:
What a knocking in that little chamber!--dost hear?
There dwelleth a carpenter evil, and he
Is hard at work on a coffin for me.

He hammers and knocks by night and by day;
'Tis long since he drove all my sleep away:
Ah, haste thee, carpenter, busy keep,
That I the sooner may go to sleep!


LYRISCHES INTERMEZZO.

XXXVIII.

The phantoms of times forgotten
Arise from out their grave,
And show me how once in thy presence