The second half of the Book of Songs is full of instances of this power3 in the Return, the poet in his travels is led from the Rhine, where the Lurlei, the sentinel, the forester's hut, suggest nothing but thoughts of despairing gloom, to the sea shore, where the same effect continues, and thence to the town where the object of his attachment had resided. He wanders through the streets, — he revisits her house, — he gazes on her picture; the parsonage in the churchyard supplies him with a picture of family misery 3 he looks out from his windows on the cheerless rainy night3 and in the marketings of the old woman, and the selfish indolence of her lovely daughter, finds new food for his misanthropy.