Oh, who rides by night thro' the woodland so
wild?
It is the fond father embracing his child,
And close the boy nestles within his loved arm,
To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm.
"0 father, see yonder! see yonder!" he
says;
''My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?
"Oh, 'tis the Erl-king with his crown and
his shroud."
"No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the
cloud."
"Oh, come and go with me, thou loveliest
child;
By many a gay sport shall thy time be beguiled;
My mother keeps for thee full many a fair toy.
And many a fine flower shall she pluck for my
boy."
"0 father, my father, and did you not hear
The Erl-king whisper so low in my ear?
"Be still, my heart's darling" my
child, be at ease;
It was but the wild blast as it sung thro' the
trees."
"Oh, wilt thou go with me, thou loveliest
boy?
My daughter shall tend thee with care and with
joy;
She shall bear thee so lightly thro' wet and
thro' wild.
And press thee, and kiss thee, and sing to my
child."
"0 father, my father, and saw you not plain,
The Erl-king's pale daughter glide past thro' the
rain?"
"Oh, yes, my loved treasure, I knew it full
soon;
It was the gray willow that danced to the
moon."
"Ob, come and go with me, no longer delay.
Or else, sillychild, I will drag thee away."
"0 father! 0 father! now, now keep your
hold,
The Erl-king has seized me " his grasp is so
cold!"
Sore trembled the father; he spurred thro' the
wild,
Clasping close to bis bosom bis shuddering child.
He reaches bis dwelling in doubt and in dread,
But, clasp'd to bis bosom, the infant was dead!
