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KONRAD WALLENROD.
With their soft notes, then once again they ceased,
And by long-during silence gave to know
They had too early woken. Konrad rose.
Lifted his eyes unto the tower, and looked
With anguish on the grate. The nightingale
Awoke in song, then Konrad looked around.
'Tis morning! and he let his visor down,
And in his cloak's wide folds concealed his face.
With beckoning of his hand he signs adieu.
And in the bushes now is lost
Ev'n thus,
A spirit infernal from a hermit's door
Doth vanish at the sound of matin bell.
