Peter Schlemihl etc.

verything seemed to smile, and to exult in the clear and unbounded space. Therefore the Chil

tender moss pressed his little feet, and the delicate grass embraced his knees, and the flowers kissed his hands, and even

ut the Nightingale and the Lily of the Valley led the dance; for the Nightingale sang of nought but love, and the Lily breathed of nought but innocence, and he was the bridegroom and she was the bride. And the Nightingale was never weary of repeating the same thing a hundred times over, for the spring of love which gushed fr

a deep delight in the still, secluded, twilight existence of the mosses and small herbs, which felt not the storm, nor the frost, nor the scorching sunbeam; but dwelt quietly among their many friends and neighbours, feasting in peace and good fellowship