"Oh ! the Rhine will come himself to fetch me !" cried the maiden.|
Then bending her slender body over the precipice yawning below, she tore the jewels from her forehead, hurling them triumphantly into the waters, while in a low sweet voice she sang: ~
"Haste thee, haste thee oh father dear !|
Send forth thy steeds from the waters clear.
I will ride with the waves and the wind !"
Then a storm burst forth, the Rhine rose, covering its banks with foam. Two gigantic billows like snow-white steeds rose out of the depths, and carried the nymph down into the rushing current.|
~ from "Loreli," in Legends of the Rhine
by Wilhelm Ruland