Translations Of German Poetry In American Magazines 1741-1810 Part 38

And now did the portrait a twin-sister seem To the figure of Geraldine fair: With the same sweet expression did faithfully teem Each muscle, each feature; in short, not a gleam Was lost of her beautiful hair.

'Twas the Fairy herself! but, alas! her blue eyes Still a pupil did ruefully lack; And who shall describe the terrifick surprise That seized the Paint-King, when, behold, he descries Not a speck on his palette of black.

"I am lost!" said the fiend, and he shook like a leaf; When, casting his eyes to the ground, He saw the lost pupils of Ellen with grief In the jaws of a mouse, and the sly little thief Whisk away from his sight with a bound.

"I am lost!" said the fiend, and he fell like a stone: Then rising the Fairy in ire, With a touch of her finger she loosen'd her zone, (While the limbs on the wall gave a terrible groan!) And she swell'd to a column of fire.

Her spear now a thunder-bolt flash'd in the air, And sulphur the vault fill'd around: She smote the grim monster; and now by the hair High lifting, she hurl'd him in speechless despair Down the depths of the chasm profound.

Then waving, with smiles, o'er the picture her spear, "Come forth!" said the good Geraldine; When, behold, from the canva.s.s fair Ellen appear!

In feature, in person more lovely than e'er, With grace more than ever divine!

_Mo. Anthology_, VII-391, Dec. 1809, Boston.

[Washington Allston, _idem_. Cf. pp. 18, 19.]

[Footnote 47: This being a _free country_, I have taken the liberty, for the sake of the metre, to alter the word prismatick, as above!]