A Question eBook

Georg Ebers
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Title:  A Question

Author:  Georg Ebers

Release Date:  April, 2004 [EBook #5588] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on August 17, 2002]

Edition:  10

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

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A QUESTION

By Georg Ebers

Translated from the German by Mary J. Safford

PRELUDE.

          In the Art-Palace on green Isar’s strand,
          Before one picture long I kept my seat,
          It held me spellbound by some magic band,
          Nor when my home I sought, could I forget.

          A year elapsed, came winter’s frost and snow,
          ’Twas rarely now we saw the bright sun shine,
          I plucked up courage and cried:  “Be it so!”
          Then southward wandered with those I call mine.

          Like birds of passage built we there a nest
          On a palm-shaded shore, all steeped in light,
          Life was a holiday, enjoyed with zest
          And grateful hearts, the while it winged its flight.

          Oft on the sea’s wide purplish-blue expanse,
          With ever new delight I fixed my eyes,
          Alma Tadema’s picture, at each glance
          Recalled to mind, a thousand times would rise.

          Once a day dawned, glad as a bride’s fair face,
          Perfume, and light, and joy it did enfold,
          Then-without search, flitted from out of space
          Words for the tale that my friend’s picture told.

A QUESTION

CHAPTER I.

The house-keeper and the steward.

“Salt sea-water or oil, it’s all the same to you!  Haven’t I put my lamp out long ago?  Doesn’t the fire on the hearth give light enough?  Are your eyes so drowsy that they don’t see the dawn shining in upon us more and more brightly?  The olives are not yet pressed, and the old oil is getting toward the dregs.  Besides, you know how much fruit those abominable thieves have stolen.  But sparrows will carry grain into the barn before you’ll try to save your master’s property!”

So Semestre, the ancient house-keeper of Lysander of Syracuse, scolded the two maids, Chloris and Dorippe, who, unheeding the smoking wicks of their lamps, were wearily turning the hand-mills.

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