Schilsky's music; but he was not in a frame of mind to understand or
to retain any impression of it. He was more effectively jerked out of
his preoccupation by single spoken words, which, from time to time,
struck his ear: this was Furst, who, in the absence of a programme,
announced from his seat beside Schilsky, the headings of the different
sections of the work: WERDEGANG; SEILTANZER--here Maurice saw Dove
conducting with head and hand--NOTSCHREI; SCHWERMUT; TARANTELN--and here
again, but vaguely, as if at a distance, he heard suppressed laughter.
But he was thoroughly roused when Krafft, picking up a sheet of music
and coming round to the front of the piano, began to sing DAS TRUNKENE
LIED. By way of introduction, the low F in the bass of F minor sounded
persistently, at syncopated intervals; Schilsky inclined his head, and
Krafft sang, in his sweet, flute-like voice:


Oh, Mensch! Gieb Acht!
Was spricht die tiefe Mitternacht?
"Ich schlief, ich schlief,
Aus tiefem Schlaf bin ich erwacht:
Die Welt ist tief,
Und tiefer als der Tag gedacht."


--the last phrase of which was repeated by the accompaniment, a
semitone higher.


Tief ist ihr Weh,
Lust--tiefer noch als Herzeleid: