Ludwig Tieck

“ My dearest Magelone! cried Peter passionately in an access of grief. How bizarrely we have been separated from each other! A black hand drives me from your side out into the empty sea, and you are left alone and helpless. ”

“ Were you raised in delicate and refined surroundings, only to become a prey to wild animals? What will she do now when she wakes up, and discovers that he whom she thought to be the truest man in all the world has left her? ”