Tom knows what it means

I don't know what should it mean

I don’t know what it could mean,
Or why I'm so sad: I think
A fairy-tale, from times unseen,
Won’t vanish from my mind.
The air is cool and it darkens,
And quiet flows the Rhine:
The tops of the mountains sparkle,
In the evening’s after-shine.
The loveliest of maidens,
She’s wonderful, sits there,

Her golden jewels glisten,
She combs her golden hair.
She combs it with a comb of gold,
And sings a song as well:
Its strangeness too is old
And casts a powerful spell.
It grips the boatman in his boat
With a wild pang of woe:
He only looks up to the heights,
Can’t see the rocks below.

Her golden jewels glisten,

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The waves end by swallowing
The boat and its boatman,
That's what, by her singing,
The Lorelei has done.

The waves end by swallowing

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