Full resolution (JPEG) - On this page / på denna sida - XV
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
Below is the raw OCR text
from the above scanned image.
Do you see an error? Proofread the page now!
Här nedan syns maskintolkade texten från faksimilbilden ovan.
Ser du något fel? Korrekturläs sidan nu!
This page has been proofread at least once.
(diff)
(history)
Denna sida har korrekturlästs minst en gång.
(skillnad)
(historik)
of willow and maple and elder and rose drop from golden
crowns and flutter down to the water in tremulous flight,
rest on the glittering surface and glide along, under
leaning walls and stone steps, into the darkness, beneath low,
massive bridges, around palings black with moisture. They
catch the glow from the red coal fire in the lighted smithy,
are whirled round in the rust-brown eddies by the grinder’s
house, then drift away among rushes and leaky boats, lost
among sunken barrels and muddy, water-soaked fences.
Blue twilight is spreading a transparent dusk over squares
and open markets. In the fountains the water gleams as
through a delicate veil, as it runs from wet snake-snouts and
drips from bearded dragon-mouths, among fantastic broken
curves and slender, serrated vessels. It murmurs gently and
trickles coldly; it bubbles softly and drips sharply, making
rapidly widening rings on the dark surface of the brimming
basin. A breath of wind soughs through the square, while
round about the dusky space, a deeper darkness stares from
shadowy portals, black window-panes, and dim alleys.
Now the moon is rising and throwing a silvery sheen
over roofs and pinnacles, dividing light and shadow into
sharp-cut planes. Every carved beam, every flaunting sign,
every baluster in the low railing of the porches is etched on
houses and walls. The stone lattice-work over the
church-doors, St. George with his lance there at the corner, the
plant with its leaves here in the window, all stand out like
black figures. What a flood of light the moon pours through
the wide street, and how it glitters on the water in the
river! There are no clouds in the heavens, only a ring like
a halo around the moon, and nothing else except myriads
of stars.
It was such a night as this at Nürnberg, and in the steep
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
