Now there are only distant relations of mine living, who have forgotten me.

I am a stranger there.

Denmark gave me bread, it will also give me a grave!" "I thought of giving thee a pleasure!" said Otto.
"That thou dost by thy love to me!" returned she.
"I thought thou wouldst have shown me thy mountains, thy home, of which thou hast so often spoken!" "That can I still do.

I remember every spot, every tree--all remains so clear in my recollection.

Then we ascend together the Jura higher and higher; here are no more vineyards to be found, no maize, no chestnuts only dark pines, huge cliffs, here and there a beech, as green and large as in Denmark.