"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

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