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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: The poems of Heine; Complete - -Author: Heinrich Heine - -Translator: Edgar Alfred Bowring - -Release Date: August 23, 2016 [EBook #52882] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE POEMS OF HEINE; COMPLETE *** - - - - -Produced by Chuck Greif, Bryan Ness and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="315" height="500" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_i" id="page_i"></a>{i}</span></p> - -<p class="c"> -BOHN’S STANDARD LIBRARY<br /> -—————<br /> -<big>THE POEMS OF HEINE</big></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_ii" id="page_ii"></a>{ii}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"> -<p class="c"> -GEORGE BELL AND SONS<br /> -<br /> -<small>LONDON: PORTUGAL ST., LINCOLN’S INN.<br /> -CAMBRIDGE: DEIGHTON, BELL AND CO.<br /> -NEW YORK: THE MACMILLAN CO.<br /> -BOMBAY: A. H. WHEELER AND CO.</small><br /> -</p> -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_iii" id="page_iii"></a>{iii}</span></p> - -<h1> -THE POEMS OF HEINE<br /> - -<small><small>COMPLETE<br /> - -TRANSLATED INTO THE ORIGINAL METRES<br /> -WITH A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE</small></small></h1> - -<p class="cb"> -BY<br /> - -EDGAR ALFRED BOWRING, C.B.<br /> -<br /> -<img src="images/colophon.jpg" -width="75" -height="91" -alt="[Image of the colophon -unavailable.]" -/> -<br /> -<br /> -LONDON<br /> -GEORGE BELL AND SONS<br /> -1908<br /> -<br /><br /> -[<i>Reprinted from Stereotype plates.</i>]<br /> -<br /><br /> -</p> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="" -style="font-size:90%;"> -<tr><td> </td><td class="rt"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#PREFACE_TO_THE_SECOND_EDITION">PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_viii">viii</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#page_ix">PREFACE</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_ix">ix</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#HEINRICH_HEINE">MEMOIR OF HEINRICH HEINE</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_xi">xi</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="c" colspan="2"><a href="#EARLY_POEMS">EARLY POEMS.</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdtp"><a href="#SONGS_OF_LOVE">SONGS OF LOVE</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#page_1">Love’s Salutation</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_1">1</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_1">Love’s Lament</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_1">1</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_2">Yearning</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_2">2</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_3">The White Flower</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_3">3</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_4">Presentiment</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_4">4</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdtp"><a href="#MISCELLANEOUS_POEMS">MISCELLANEOUS POEMS</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_6"><span class="smcap">Germany</span>, 1815</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_6">6</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_9"><span class="smcap">Dream</span>, 1816</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_9">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_11"><span class="smcap">The Consecration</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_11">11</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_12"><span class="smcap">The Moor’s Serenade</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_12">12</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_13"><span class="smcap">Dream and Life</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_13">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_14"><span class="smcap">The Lesson</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_14">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_14"><span class="smcap">To Francis</span> <small>V</small>. Z——</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_14">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_15"><span class="smcap">A Prologue to the Hartz-Journey</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_15">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_15"><span class="smcap">Defend Not</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_15">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_16"><span class="smcap">A Parody</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_16"><span class="smcap">Walking Flowers at Berlin</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_16"><span class="smcap">Evening Songs</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><span class="smcap"><a href="#page_17">Sonnets</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_18">To Augustus William von Schlegel</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_18">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_18">To the Same</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_18">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_19">To Councillor George S——, of Göttingen</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_19">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_19">To J. B. Rousseau</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_19">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_20">The Night Watch on the Drachenfels. To Fritz von B——</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_20">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_20">In Fritz Steinmann’s Album</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_20">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_21">To Her</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_vi" id="page_vi"></a>{vi}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_21">Goethe’s Monument at Frankfort-on-the-Main, 1821</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_21">Dresden Poetry</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_22">Beardless Art</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_22">22</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="c" colspan="2"><a href="#BOOK_OF_SONGS">BOOK OF SONGS</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdtp"><a href="#page_24">PREFACE</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_23">23</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdtp"><a href="#YOUTHFUL_SORROWS">YOUTHFUL SORROWS (1817-1821)</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_24"><span class="smcap">Visions</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_24">24</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_39"><span class="smcap">Songs</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_39">39</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_43"><span class="smcap">Romances</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_43">The Mournful One</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_43">The Mountain Echo</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_44">The Two Brothers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_44">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_44">Poor Peter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_44">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_45">The Prisoner’s Song</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_45">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_46">The Grenadiers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_46">The Message</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_46">Taking the Bride Home</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_47">Don Ramiro</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_47">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_52">Belshazzar</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_52">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_53">The Minnesingers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_53">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_54">Looking from the Window</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_54">The Wounded Knight</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_54">The Sea Voyage</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_55">The Song of Repentance</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_55">55</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_56">To a Singer (on her singing an old romance)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_56">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_57">The Song of the Ducats</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_57">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_57">Dialogue on Paderborn Heath</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_57">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_59">Life’s Salutations (from an album)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_59">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_59">Quite True</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_59">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><span class="smcap"><a href="#page_59">Sonnets</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_59">To A. W. von Schlegel</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_59">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_60">To my Mother, B. Heine, <i>née</i> von Geldern</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_60">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_61">To H. S.</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_61">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_61"><span class="smcap">Fresco Sonnets</span> to Christian S——</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_61">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdtp"><a href="#LYRICAL_INTERLUDE">LYRICAL INTERLUDE (1822-23)</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_65"><span class="smcap">Prologue</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_65">65</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_66"><span class="smcap">Lyrics</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_66">66</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_89"><span class="smcap">The God’s Twilight</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_89">89</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_91"><span class="smcap">Ratcliff</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_91">91</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_94"><span class="smcap">Donna Clara</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_94">94</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_96"><span class="smcap">Alamansor</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_96">96</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_100"><span class="smcap">The Pilgrimage to Kevlaar</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_100">100</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_102"><span class="smcap">The Dream</span> (from <i>Salon</i>)</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_vii" id="page_vii"></a>{vii}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_102">102</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#NEW_POEMS">NEW POEMS</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_102"><span class="smcap">Seraphina</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_102">102</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_107"><span class="smcap">Angelica</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_107">107</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_112"><span class="smcap">Diana</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_112">112</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_113"><span class="smcap">Hortense</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_113">113</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_115"><span class="smcap">Clarissa</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_115">115</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_119"><span class="smcap">Yolante and Mary</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_119">119</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_121"><span class="smcap">Emma</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_121">121</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_122"><span class="smcap">Frederica</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_122">122</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_124"><span class="smcap">Catherine</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_124">124</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_129"><span class="smcap">Songs of Creation</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_129">129</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_131"><span class="smcap">Abroad</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_131">131</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_132"><span class="smcap">Tragedy</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_132">132</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_133"><span class="smcap">The Tannhäuser</span>, A Legend</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_133">133</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><span class="smcap"><a href="#page_139">Romances</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_139">A Woman</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_139">139</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_139">Celebration of Spring</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_139">139</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_140">Childe Harold</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_140">140</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_140">The Exorcism</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_140">140</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_141">Extract from a letter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_141">141</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_142">The Evil Star</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_142">142</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_142">Anno 1829</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_142">142</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_143">Anno 1839</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_143">143</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_144">At Dawn</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_144">144</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_144">Sir Olave</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_144">144</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_146">The Water Nymphs</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_146">146</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_147">Bertrand de Born</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_147">147</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_147">Spring</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_147">147</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_148">Ali Bey</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_148">148</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_149">Psyche</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_149">149</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_149">The Unknown One</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_149">149</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_150">The Change</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_150">150</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_150">Fortune</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_150">150</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_150">Lamentation of an old German Youth</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_150">150</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_151">Away!</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_151">151</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_151">Madam Mette (from the Danish)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_151">151</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_153">The Meeting</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_153">153</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_154">King Harold Harfagar</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_154">154</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_155">The Lower World</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_155">155</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><span class="smcap"><a href="#page_158">Miscellanies</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_158">Muledom</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_158">158</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_158">The Symbol of Madness</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_158">158</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_160">Pride</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_160">160</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_161">Away!</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_161">161</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_161">Winter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_161">161</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_162">The Old Chimney-piece</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_162">162</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_162">Longing</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_162">162</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_163">Helena</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_163">163</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_163">The Wise Stars</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_163">163</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_163">The Angels</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_viii" id="page_viii"></a>{viii}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_163">163</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><span class="smcap"><a href="#POEMS_FOR_THE_TIMES">Poems for the Times</a></span></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_164">Sound Doctrine</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_164">164</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_164">Adam the First</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_164">164</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_165">Warning</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_165">165</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_165">To a Quondam Follower of Goethe (1832)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_165">165</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_166">The Secret</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_166">166</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_166">On the Watchman’s Arrival in Paris</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_166">166</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_167">The Drum Major</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_167">167</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_169">Degeneracy</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_169">169</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_169">Henry</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_169">169</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_170">Life’s Journey</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_170">170</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_170">The New Jewish Hospital at Hamburg</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_170">170</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_171">George Herwegh</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_171">171</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_172">The Tendency</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_172">172</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_173">The Child</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_173">173</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_173">The Primrose</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_173">173</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_174">The Changeling</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_174">174</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_174">The Emperor of China</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_174">174</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_175">Church-Counsellor Prometheus</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_175">175</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_176">To the Watchman</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_176">176</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_176">Consoling thoughts</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_176">176</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_177">The World Turned Upside Down</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_177">177</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_178">Enlightenment</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_178">178</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_179">Wait Awhile!</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_179">179</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_179">Night Thoughts</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_179">179</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#NEW_SPRING">NEW SPRING</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_180"><span class="smcap">Prologue</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_180">180</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_180"><span class="smcap">Lyrics</span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_180">180</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="c" colspan="2"><a href="#PICTURES_OF_TRAVEL">PICTURES OF TRAVEL</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_RETURN_HOME">THE RETURN HOME (1823-24)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_195">195</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_HARTZ-JOURNEY">THE HARTZ-JOURNEY (1821)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_229">229</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#THE_BALTIC">THE BALTIC (1825-26)</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_237"><span class="smcap">Part I.</span> (1825)</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_237">Evening Twilight</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_237">237</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_237">Sunset</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_237">237</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_239">The Night on the Strand</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_239">239</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_240">Poseidon</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_240">240</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_242">Homage</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_242">242</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_242">Declaration</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_242">242</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_243">In the Cabin at Night</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_243">243</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_245">The Storm</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_245">245</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_246">Calm at Sea</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_246">246</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_247">The Ocean-Spectre</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_247">247</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_249">Purification</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_249">249</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_249">Peace</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_v" id="page_v"></a>{v}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_249">249</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#PART_II_1826"><span class="smcap">Part II.</span> (1826)</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_251">Sea Salutation</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_251">251</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_253">Thunderstorm</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_253">253</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_253">The Shiprecked One</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_253">253</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_254">Sunset</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_254">254</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_256">The Song of the Oceanides</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_256">256</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_258">The Gods of Greece</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_258">258</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_260">Questions</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_260">260</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_261">The Phœnix</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_261">261</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_261">Echo</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_261">261</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_262">Sea-Sickness</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_262">262</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_263">In Harbour</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_263">263</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_265">Epilogue</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_265">265</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_266">Monologue (from book Le Grand) 1826</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_266">266</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#ATTA_TROLL">ATTA TROLL, a Summer Night’s Dream</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_267">267</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#GERMANY40">GERMANY, a Winter Tale</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_326">326</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#ROMANCERO">ROMANCERO</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#BOOK_I_HISTORIES"><span class="smcap">Book I. Histories</span></a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_380">Rhampsenitus</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_380">380</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_382">The White Elephant</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_382">382</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_387">Knave of Bergen</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_387">387</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_388">The Valkyres</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_388">388</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_389">Hastings’ Battle-field</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_389">389</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_392">Charles I.</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_392">392</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_393">Marie Antoinette</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_393">393</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_395">The Silesian Weavers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_395">395</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_395">Pomare</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_395">395</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_398">The Apollo God</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_398">398</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_401">Hymn to King Louis</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_401">401</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_402">Two Knights</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_402">402</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_404">Our Marine (<i>A Nautical Tale</i>)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_404">404</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_405">The Golden Calf</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_405">405</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_405">King David</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_405">405</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_406">King Richard</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_406">406</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_406">The Asra</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_406">406</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_407">The Nuns</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_407">407</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_408">Palgravine Jutta</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_408">408</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_409">The Moorish King</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_409">409</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_411">Geoffrey Rudèl and Melisanda of Tripoli</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_411">411</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_412">The Poet Ferdusi</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_412">412</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_417">Voyage by Night</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_417">417</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_418">The Prelude</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_418">418</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_420">Vitzliputzli</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_420">420</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#BOOK_II_LAMENTATIONS"><span class="smcap">Book II. Lamentations</span></a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_434">Wood Solitude</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_434">434</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_438">Spanish Lyrics</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_438">438</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_445">The Ex-living One</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_x" id="page_x"></a>{x}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_445">445</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_446">The Ex-Watchman</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_446">446</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_449">Mythology</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_449">449</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_449">In Matilda’s Album</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_449">449</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_449">To the Young</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_449">449</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_450">The Unbeliever</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_450">450</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_450">Whither Now?</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_450">450</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_451">An Old Song</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_451">451</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_452">Ready Money</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_452">452</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_452">The Old Rose</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_452">452</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_452">Auto-da-Fe</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_452">452</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#LAZARUS"><span class="smcap">Lazarus</span></a></td></tr> - -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_453">The Way of the World</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_453">453</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_453">Retrospect</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_453">453</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_454">Resurrection</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_454">454</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_455">The Dying One</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_455">455</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_455">Rascality</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_455">455</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_456">Retrospect</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_456">456</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_456">Imperfection</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_456">456</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_457">Pious Warning</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_457">457</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_457">The Cooled-down One</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_457">457</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_458">Solomon</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_458">458</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_458">Lost Wishes</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_458">458</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_459">The Anniversary</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_459">459</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_460">Meeting Again</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_460">460</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_460">Mrs. Care</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_460">460</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_461">To the Angels</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_461">461</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_461">In October, 1849</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_461">461</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_463">Evil Dreams</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_463">463</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_464">It Goes Out</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_464">464</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_464">The Will</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_464">464</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft4"><a href="#page_465">Enfant Perdu</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_465">465</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#BOOK_III_HEBREW_MELODIES"><span class="smcap">Book III. Hebrew Melodies</span></a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_466">Princess Sabbath</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_466">466</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_470">Jehuda Ben Halevy</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_470">470</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_492">Disputation</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_492">492</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#LATEST_POEMS">LATEST POEMS (1853-54)</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#page_504"><span class="smcap">Miscellaneous</span></a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_504">Peace Yearning</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_504">504</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_504">In May</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_504">504</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_505">Body and Soul</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_505">505</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_506">Red Slippers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_506">506</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_507">Babylonian Sorrows</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_507">507</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_508">The Slave Ship</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_508">508</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_512">Affrontenburg</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_512">512</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_514">Appendix to “Lazarus”</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_514">514</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_520">The Dragon Fly</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_520">520</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_521">Ascension</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_521">521</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_524">The Affianced Ones</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xi" id="page_xi"></a>{xi}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_524">524</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_525">The Philanthropist</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_525">525</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_527">The Whims of the Amorous</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_527">527</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_529">Mimi</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_529">529</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_530">Good Advice</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_530">530</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_531">Reminiscences of Hammonia</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_531">531</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_533">The Robbers</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_533">533</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_533">The Young Cats’ Club for Poetry-Music</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_533">533</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_535">Hans Lack-Land</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_535">535</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_537">Recollections from Krähwinkel’s Days of Terror</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_537">537</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_538">The Audience (an old Fable)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_538">538</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_539">Kobes I.</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_539">539</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_544">Epilogue</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_544">544</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft1"><a href="#ADDENDA_TO_THE_POEMS93"><span class="smcap">Addenda</span></a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_545">The Song of Songs</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_545">545</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_546">The Suttler’s Song (from the Thirty Years’ War)</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_546">546</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top"><a href="#POSTHUMOUS_POEMS">POSTHUMOUS POEMS</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_548">Horse and Ass</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_548">548</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_550">The Ass-Election</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_550">550</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_552">Bertha</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_552">552</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_552">In the Cathedral</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_552">552</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_553">The Dragon-fly</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_553">553</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_554">Old Scents</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_554">554</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_555">Miserere</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_555">555</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_556">To Matilda</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_556">556</a></td></tr> -<tr><td valign="top" class="pdlft3"><a href="#page_556">For the “Mouche”</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_556">556</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xii" id="page_xii"></a>{xii}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PREFACE_TO_THE_SECOND_EDITION" id="PREFACE_TO_THE_SECOND_EDITION"></a>PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION.</h2> - -<p class="nind">A <small>NEW</small> edition of this work having been called for, owing to the first -edition having been for some time out of print, I have taken advantage -of the opportunity to add translations of a remarkable collection of -Poems by Heine, published for the first time since the appearance of my -work in 1859. They consist of as many as twelve hundred lines, described -partly as “Early Poems,” which will be found at the beginning of the -volume, and partly as “Posthumous Poems,” which are placed at the end. -The metres of the original have been again retained throughout.</p> - -<p>Various errors discovered by me in the first edition have now been -corrected; and it only remains for me to express my thanks for the kind -manner in which the critical and the general public, both in England and -abroad, have received the work, and for the indulgence extended by them -to its many imperfections.</p> - -<p class="r"> -E. A. B.<br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_ix" id="page_ix"></a>{ix}</span></p> - -<h2>PREFACE.</h2> - -<p class="nind"><span class="letra">I</span>T may perhaps be thought that I exhibit something of the -brazen-facedness of a hardened offender in venturing once more (but, I -hope, for the last time) to present myself to the public in the guise of -a translator,—and, what is more, a translator of a great poet. The -favourable reception, however, that my previous translations of the -Poems of Schiller and Goethe have met with at the hands of the public, -may possibly be admitted as some excuse for this new attempt to make -that public acquainted with the works of a third great German minstrel. -Comparatively little known and little appreciated in England, the name -of Heine is in Germany familiar as a household word; and while, on the -one hand, many of his charming minor poems have become dear to the -hearts of thousands and tens of thousands of his fellow-countrymen, and -are sung alike in the palace and the cottage, in the country and the -town, on the other his sterner works have done much to influence the -political and religious tendencies of the modern German school.</p> - -<p>Having prefixed to this Volume a brief memoir of Heine, accompanied by a -few observations on his various works and their distinguishing -characteristics, I will here confine myself to stating that I have -adhered with the utmost strictness to the principles laid down by me for -my guidance in the case of the previous translations attempted by -me,—those principles being (1) As close and literal an adherence to the -original as is consistent with good English and with poetry, and (2) the -preservation throughout the work of the original metres, of which Heine -presents an almost unprecedented variety. I have, on the occasion of my -former publications, fully explained my reasons for adopting this -course, and will not weary the reader with repeating them. I have -sufficient evidence before me of the approval of the public in this -respect to induce me to frame my translation of Heine’s Poems on the -same model.</p> - -<p>In addition to thus preserving both the language and the metre of the -original, I have in one other respect endeavoured to reproduce my author -precisely as I found him, and that is in the important particular of -<i>completeness</i>. There are doubtless many poems written by Heine that one -could wish had never been written, and that one would willingly refrain -from translating. But the omission of these would hide from the reader -some of Heine’s chief peculiarities, and would tend to give him an -incomplete if not incorrect notion of what the poet was. A translator no -more assumes the responsibility of his author’s words than a faithful -Editor does, and he goes beyond his province if he omits whatever does -not happen to agree with his own notions.</p> - -<p>In claiming for the present work (extending over more than 20,000 -verses) the abstract merits of literalness, completeness, and rigid -adherence to the metrical peculiarities of the original, it is very far -from my intention to claim any credit for the <i>manner</i> in which I have -executed that difficult task, or to pretend that I have been successful -in it. That is a question for the reader alone to decide. The credit of -conscientiousness and close application in the matter is all that I -would venture to assert for myself. All beyond is left exclusively to -the candid, and, I would fain hope, generous, appreciation of those whom -I now voluntarily constitute my judges.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xv" id="page_xv"></a>{xv}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="HEINRICH_HEINE" id="HEINRICH_HEINE"></a>HEINRICH HEINE.</h2> - -<p class="nind"><span class="letra">A</span>LTHOUGH little more than three years have elapsed since Heinrich Heine -was first numbered amongst the dead, his name has long been enrolled in -the lists of fame. Even during his lifetime he had the good -fortune,—and, in a poet, the most unusual good fortune,—of being -generally accepted as a Representative Man, and of passing as the -National Bard of Young Germany. Although perhaps scarcely entitled to -rank with Goethe and Schiller in the very highest order of poets, the -name of Heine will assuredly always occupy a prominent place amongst the -minstrels not only of Germany, but of the world.</p> - -<p>It is only recently that his works have been for the first time -published in an absolutely complete form, the poetry extending over more -than two of the six volumes of which they consist. Universally known and -read in his native land, and highly popular in France, which was for so -many years his adopted country, the works of Heine are to the generality -of Englishmen (as stated in the Preface) almost entirely unknown. As the -present volume is, as far as I am aware, the only attempt that has been -made to bring the far-famed poems of Heine in their integrity before the -English reader,<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> it seems desirable to preface it by a brief sketch of -his life, so that in seeing <i>what</i> Heine is as a poet, we may be able to -form some idea as to <i>who</i> he was as a man. One who has been compared in -turns to Aristophanes, Rabelais, Burns, Cervantes, Sterne, Jean Paul, -Voltaire, Swift, Byron, and Béranger<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xvi" id="page_xvi"></a>{xvi}</span> (and to all these has he been -likened), can be of no common stamp. The discrepancies both as to facts -and dates that occur between the various biographies of Heine are, -however, so numerous, that it has been no easy task to avoid error in -the following brief sketch of his life.</p> - -<p>Heinrich (or Henry) Heine was born in the Bolkerstrasse, at Dusseldorf, -on the 12th of December, 1799; but, singularly enough, the exact date of -his birth was, until recently, unknown to his biographers, who, on the -authority of a saying of his own, assigned it to the 1st of January, -1800, which he boasted made him “the first man of the century.” In -reply, however, to a specific inquiry addressed to him by a friend on -this subject a few years before his death, he stated that he was really -born on the day first mentioned, and that the date of 1800 usually given -by his biographers was the result of an error voluntarily committed by -his family in his favour at the time of the Prussian invasion, in order -to exempt him from the service of the king of Prussia.</p> - -<p>By birth he was a Jew, both of his parents having been of that -persuasion. He was the eldest of four children, and his two brothers are -(or were recently) still alive, the one being a physician in Russia, and -the other an officer in the Austrian service. The famous Solomon Heine, -the banker of Hamburg, whose wealth was only equalled by his -philanthropy, was his uncle. His father, however, was far from being in -opulent circumstances. When quite a child, he took delight in reading -Don Quixote, and used to cry with anger at seeing how ill the heroism of -that valiant knight was requited. He says somewhere, speaking of his -boyish days, “apple-tarts” were then my passion. Now it is love, truth, -freedom, and “crab-soup.” He received his earliest education at the -Franciscan convent in his native town, and while there had the -misfortune to be the innocent cause of the death by drowning of a -schoolfellow, an incident recorded in one of the poems in his -“Romancero.” He mentions the great effect produced upon him by the -sorrowful face of a large wooden Christ which was constantly before his -eyes in the Convent. Even at that early age the germs of what has been -called “his fantastic sensibility, the food for infinite irony,” seem -to<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xiii" id="page_xiii"></a>{xiii}</span> have been developing themselves. A visit of the Emperor Napoleon to -Dusseldorf when he was a boy affected him in a singular manner, and had -probably much to do with the formation of those imperialist tendencies -which are often to be noticed in his character and writings. He was next -placed in the Lyceum of Dusseldorf, and in 1816 was sent to Hamburg to -study commerce, being intended for mercantile pursuits. In 1819 he was -removed to the University at Bonn which had been founded in the previous -year, and there he had the advantage of studying under Augustus -Schlegel. He seems, however, to have remained there only six months, and -to have then gone to the University of Göttingen, where, as he tells us, -he was rusticated soon after matriculation. He next took up his abode at -Berlin, where he applied himself to the study of philosophy, under the -direction of the great Hegel, whose influence, combined with that of the -works of Spinosa, undoubtedly had much to do with the formation of -Heine’s mind, and also determined his future career. From this time we -hear no more of his turning merchant; and it is from the date of his -residence at Berlin that we may date the rise of that spirit of -universal indifference and reckless daring that so strongly -characterizes the writings of Heine. Amongst his associates at this -period may be mentioned, in addition to Hegel, Chamisso, Varnhagen von -Ense and his well-known wife Rachel, Bopp the philologist, and Grabbe, -the eccentricities of whose works were only equalled by the -eccentricities of his life.</p> - -<p>Heine’s first volume of poetry, entitled “Gedichte” or Poems, was -published in 1822, the poems being those which, under the name of -“Youthful Sorrows,” now form the opening of his “Book of Songs.” -Notwithstanding the extraordinary success afterwards obtained by this -latter work, his first publication was very coldly received. Some of the -poems in it were written as far back as 1817,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> and originally<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xiv" id="page_xiv"></a>{xiv}</span> -appeared in the Hamburg periodical “Der Wachter” or “Watchman.” Offended -at this result, he left Berlin and returned to Göttingen in 1823, where -he took to studying law, and received the degree of Doctor in 1825. He -was baptized into the Lutheran Church in the same year, at -Heiligenstadt, near that place. He afterwards said jocularly that he -took this course to prevent M. de Rothschild treating him too -<i>fa-millionairely</i>. It is to be feared, however, from the tone of all -his works, that his nominal religious opinions sat very lightly upon him -through life. He writes as follows on this subject in 1852: “My -ancestors belonged to the Jewish religion, but I was never proud of this -descent; neither did I ever set store upon my quality of Lutheran, -although I belong to the evangelical confession quite as much as the -greatest devotees amongst my Berlin enemies, who always reproach me with -a want of religion. I rather felt humiliated at passing for a purely -human creature,—I whom the philosophy of Hegel led to suppose that I -was a god. How proud I then was of my divinity! What an idea I had of my -grandeur! Alas! that charming time has long passed away, and I cannot -think of it without sadness, now that I am lying stretched on my back, -whilst my disease is making terrible progress.”</p> - -<p>Previous to this date, and whilst living at Berlin, Heine published (in -1823) his only two plays, “Almanzor” and “Ratcliff,” which were equally -unsuccessful on the stage and in print, and which are certainly the -least worthy of all his works. Between these two plays he inserted a -collection of poetry entitled “Lyrical Interlude,” which attracted -little attention at the time. In the year 1827, however, he republished -this collection at Hamburg, in conjunction with his “Youthful Sorrows,” -giving to the whole the title of the “Book of Songs.” In proportion to -the indifference with which his poems had been received on their first -appearance, was the enthusiasm which they now excited. They were read -with avidity in every direction, especially in the various universities, -where their influence upon the minds of the students was very great. In -the year 1852, this work had reached the tenth edition.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xix" id="page_xix"></a>{xix}</span></p> - -<p>Heine’s next great work, his “Reisebilder,” or Pictures of Travel, -written partly in poetry and partly in prose, was published at Hamburg -at various intervals from 1826 to 1831, and, as its name implies, is -descriptive of his travels in different countries, especially in England -and Italy. The poetical portion of the “Reisebilder,” the whole of which -is translated in this volume, is divided into three parts,—“The Return -Home,” the “Hartz-Journey,” and “The Baltic,” written between 1823 and -1826. This work again met with an almost unprecedented success, and from -the date of its publication and that of the “Book of Songs,” may be -reckoned the commencement of a new era in German literature. These -remarkable poems exhibit the whole nature of Heine, free from all -disguise. The striking originality, the exuberance of fancy, and, above -all, the singular beauty and feeling of the versification that -characterize nearly the whole of them, stand out in as yet unheard-of -contrast to the intense and bitter irony that pervades them,—an irony -that spared nobody, that spared nothing, not even the most sacred -subjects being exempt from the poet’s mocking sarcasm. This -characteristic of Heine only increased as years passed on. In the later -years of his life, which were one long-continued agony, his bodily -sufferings offer some excuse, it may be, for what would otherwise have -been inexcusable in the writings of a great poet. There was doubtless -much affectation in the want of all religious and political faith that -is so signally apparent in the works of Heine, and yet they betray a -real bitterness of feeling that cannot be mistaken. At every page may be -traced the malicious pleasure felt by him in exciting the sympathy and -admiration of the reader to the highest pitch, and then with a few -words,—with the last line or the last verse of a long poem, it may -be,—rudely insulting them, and dashing them to the ground. No better -parody of this favourite amusement of Heine can be given than by citing -two well-known verses of Dr. Johnson:</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hermit old in mossy cell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Wearing out life’s evening gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Strike thy pensive breast, and tell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where is bliss, and which the way?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xx" id="page_xx"></a>{xx}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus I spake, and frequent sigh’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scarce repress’d the falling tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the hoary sage replied:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Come, my lad, and drink some beer.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p>The exuberance of Heine’s heart, as has been well said, was only -equalled by the dryness of his spirit; a real enthusiasm was blended -with an unquenchable love of satire; “his exquisite dilettanteism made -him adore the gods and goddesses of Greece at the expense even of -Christianity.” In short, qualities scarcely ever found in combination, -were combined in him; in one weak, suffering body two distinct and -opposite natures, each equally mighty, were united. Perhaps the best -name ever applied to him is that of the “Julian of poetry.”</p> - -<p>The French Revolution in 1830 determined Heine’s future life. He was -then living at Berlin again, after having resided at Hamburg and Munich. -He now turned politician and newspaper writer. His Essay on Nobility was -written at this time. He presently (in May 1831) went to live in Paris, -where he resided until his death, with the exception of making one or -two short visits to his native land. Though the fact is not exactly -stated, there can be no doubt that he received some very broad hints -from the authorities of Prussia to leave that country. From that time, -France became his adopted fatherland, and he himself was thenceforward -more of a Frenchman than a German. The Germans have indeed always -reproached him as being frivolous and French; he has often been called -the Voltaire of Germany; but Thiers perhaps described him the most -accurately when he spoke of him as being “the wittiest <i>Frenchman</i> since -Voltaire.” He wrote French as fluently as German; and the translations -of his various works that were published in Paris in the <i>Revue des deux -Mondes</i> and the <i>Bibliothèque Contemporaine</i>, or as separate works, were -either written by himself, or by his personal friends under his own -immediate superintendence.</p> - -<p>Some of his more important prose works were written soon after he took -up his abode in Paris. He wrote, in 1831, a series of articles for the -<i>Augsburg Gazette</i> on the State of<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xxi" id="page_xxi"></a>{xxi}</span> France, which he subsequently -collected and published both in French and German. In 1833 appeared his -well-known “History of Modern Literature in Germany,” republished -afterwards under the title of “The Romantic School,” and in French under -that of “L’Allemagne.” This may be looked upon as his most remarkable -prose work, and as the one that most exhibits his characteristic -peculiarities. The following lively description of it is from the pen of -an eminent French critic: “According to M. Heine, the whole of the -intellectual movement of Germany since Lessing and Kant has been a -death-struggle against Deism. This struggle he describes with passion, -and it may be said that he heads it in person. He ranges his army in -order of battle, he gives the signals, and marches the Titans against -heaven,—Kant, Fichte, Hegel, all those formidable spirits whose every -thought is a victory, whose every formula is a cosmogonic -<i>bouleversement</i>. Around them, in front or behind, are grouped a crowd -of writers, theologians and poets, romance writers and savans. If one of -the combatants stops short, like Schelling, the author overwhelms him -with invectives. If a timid and poetic band of dreamers, such as Tieck, -Novalis, Brentanc, and Arnim, try to bring back this feverish Germany to -the fresh poetry of the middle ages, he throws himself upon them and -disperses them, like those Cobolds in the ‘Book of Songs’ who overthrew -the angels of paradise. And when the philosophical conflict is over, he -predicts its consequences with a sort of savage delirium.... He compares -Kant to the bloodthirsty dictators of ’93, and proclaims the gospel of -pantheism. His theory of the intellectual history of the Germans is -altogether false, and should only be consulted as an illustration—alas, -too positive!—of the fever at once mystical and sensual of a certain -period of our age.” This book produced a perfect storm of fury in -Germany. “Denounced by Menzel and the pietists as an emissary of Modern -Babylon, cursed by the austere <i>teutomaniacs</i> as a representative of -Parisian corruption, Heine was not the less suspected by the democrats, -who accused him of treason. To this was added official persecution.”</p> - -<p>Proceeding to his next work, the publication of his “Salon,”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xviii" id="page_xviii"></a>{xviii}</span> consisting -of an interesting series of essays, &c., commenced at Hamburg in 1834, -its fourth and last volume not appearing till 1840. A long essay on the -Women of Shakespeare appeared in 1839, and in 1840 a violent personal -attack on his old friend, the republican poet Börne, then only recently -dead,—a work which, with all its talent, did great injury to his -reputation. His remaining great prose work, entitled “Lutezia,” or -Paris, consists of a collection of valuable articles on French politics, -arts, and manners, written by him as the correspondent of the <i>Augsburg -Gazette</i> between 1840 and 1844. The only other writings of his in prose -that need be specified, entitled respectively “Confessions,” “Dr. -Faust,” and the “Gods in Exile,” were written a few years before his -death.</p> - -<p>After the publication of the “Reisebilder,” Heine’s next poetical -production was the charming poem of “Atta Troll,” which appeared in -1841, written in a simple trochaic metre,—“four-footed solemn -trochees,” as he himself expresses it. This poem has been described as -the work of a German Ariosto, combining gaiety and poetry, irony and -imagination in perfect proportions. Much worldly wisdom is to be learnt -from the instructive history of Atta Troll, the dancing bear of the -Pyrenees. The striking interlude in it of the vision of Herodias amongst -the spirit huntsmen should not be overlooked.</p> - -<p>The marriage of Heine seems to have taken place at about this period. -His wife, who is often spoken of in his poems in terms of deep -affection, and whose name was Mathilde, was a Frenchwoman and a Roman -Catholic, and they were married according to the rites of that church. -With all his love for Madame Heine, however, he seems to have been very -jealous of her, and it is recorded that on one occasion he took it into -his head that she had run away from him. He was reassured by hearing the -voice of her favourite parrot “Cocotte,” which led him to say, that she -would never have gone off without taking “Cocotte” with her. In spite of -the bitterness of spirit that pervades all his writings, it is clear -that he possessed deep natural affections. His mother survived him; and -though almost entirely separated from her for the last twenty-five years -of his life, he often introduces her name in his works with expressions -of filial reverence. His last visit<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xxiii" id="page_xxiii"></a>{xxiii}</span> to Germany in the winter of 1843 -seems to have been for the special purpose of visiting her at Hamburg, -where she resided. His friends fancied that the “old woman at the -Dammthor” (one of the gates of Hamburg), of whom he used to speak, was a -myth, but she was no other than his mother. Nothing can be more charming -than the manner in which he speaks of both her and his wife in the -beautiful little poem called “Night Thoughts.” (<a href="#page_179">See page 179</a>.)</p> - -<p>In 1844 he published a fresh collection of poems under the title of “New -Poems,” to which was added as an appendix “Germany, a Winter Tale.” The -former of these was subsequently added by him to his “Book of Songs,” -and will be found in its place accordingly in the present volume, as -well as his “New Spring,” which formed a part of the same work. The -“Germany” is one of his most remarkable works, and contains an account -of his journey to Hamburg the previous winter to see his mother that has -just been referred to. None of his productions are more thoroughly -impregnated with the spirit of satire. Every stage of his journey, from -its commencement at the Prussian frontier, to its termination at -Hamburg, gives occasion for the display of his wit and sarcastic -raillery. It will be seen that many of the passages in the poem were -struck out of the original edition by the official Censors. Perhaps the -most amusing portions are the episode of the author’s adventures in the -Cavern of Kyffhauser with the famous Emperor Barbarossa (not omitting -their little conversation respecting the guillotine), and the rencontre -with the Goddess Hammonia in the streets of Hamburg, and his subsequent -tête-à-tête with her. The extravagance (slightly coarse it must be -confessed) of the latter scene is quite worthy of Rabelais, though the -poet takes care to tell us that it is intended to imitate Aristophanes. -The remonstrances to the King of Prussia, with which the poem concludes, -should also not he passed over.</p> - -<p>In the year 1848, after a premonitory attack in 1847 that passed away, -that terrible disease which eventually destroyed Heine’s life, first -assailed him in an aggravated form. Commencing with a paralysis of the -left eyelid, it extended presently to both eyes and finally terminated -in paralysis and<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xxiv" id="page_xxiv"></a>{xxiv}</span> atrophy of the legs. The last time he ever left his -house was in May, 1848. For eight long years he was confined to his -couch, to use his own expression, in a state of “death without its -repose, and without the privileges of the dead, who have no need to -spend money, and no letters or books to write.” But despite his bodily -sufferings, his good spirits never seemed to leave him, his love of -raillery did but increase, and little did that public whose interest he -continued to excite by the wonderful products of his genius know of his -distressing state.</p> - -<p>In the years 1850 and 1851, in the midst of his fearful malady, Heine -composed his last great poetical work entitled “Romancero.” This -singular volume is divided into three Books, called respectively -“Histories,” “Lamentations,” and “Hebrew Melodies.” The first of these -contains a large number of romantic ballads and poems of the most -dissimilar character, but all bearing the stamp of the author’s peculiar -genius; the second opens with several miscellaneous pieces, including -some literary satires, and concludes with twenty pieces bearing the -lively title of “Lazarus,” and comprising, as some one has observed, the -journal of his impressions as a sick man. The “Hebrew Melodies” are -subdivided into three, entitled by Heine “Princess Sabbath,” “Jehuda ben -Halevy,” a poem itself in three parts, and “Disputation.” The Jewish -descent and Jewish sympathies of the poet are plainly discernible in -these Melodies, the most interesting of which, and probably the best of -the whole collection contained in the “Romancero,” is that which sets -forth the life of Jehuda ben Halevy, the great Hebrew poet of the middle -ages. Some critics rank this poem amongst Heine’s very best productions. -The concluding piece, “Disputation,” is in Heine’s wildest style, and -seems written for the express purpose of destroying the pleasure excited -by the one that precedes it. In none of his works is his mocking spirit -more plainly discernible. “It is the most Voltairian scene ever imagined -by the sceptical demon of his mind.” No one can read this polemical poem -without seeing how little Heine himself cared for any received form of -religion,—for the Christian faith as professed by him, or the Jewish -faith into which he was born. The piece terminates<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xxv" id="page_xxv"></a>{xxv}</span> in Heine’s favourite -manner, namely, with an unexpected joke in the last line.</p> - -<p>The collection entitled “Latest Poems” was written three years -afterwards. Its name shows that the end was now not far off. The hand of -a master is still visible in all these poems, the most interesting of -which is perhaps the “Slave Ship,” one of the most powerful productions -of Heine’s pen. In the year 1855, he published a French translation of -his “New Spring” in the <i>Revue des deux Mondes</i>. And now the end really -arrived.</p> - -<p>On the 17th February, 1856, Henry Heine was at length released from his -sufferings in his house in the Avenue Matignon, No. 3, as appears from -the obituary notice. The smallness of the attendance at his funeral -would seem to show that there was some truth in the saying that he had -many admirers but few friends. The only names of note that are recorded -as having been present on the occasion are Mignet, Gautier, and Dumas. -And this was the man who was recognized as the successor of Goethe in -the throne of poetry in Germany, and whose songs were already household -words in all parts of that country! His humour did not leave him till -the very last. A few days before his death Hector Berlioz called on him -just as a tiresome German professor was leaving the room after wearying -him with his uninteresting conversation. “I am afraid you will find me -very stupid, my dear fellow! The fact is, I have just been <i>exchanging -thoughts</i> with Dr. ——” was his remark. Only a day or two before he -expired, he sent back to the printer the last proofs of a new edition of -the “Reisebilder.”</p> - -<p>Heine left a singular will behind him, in which he begged that all -religious solemnities should be dispensed with at his funeral, and that, -although he called himself a Lutheran, no Lutheran minister should -officiate on the occasion. He added that this was not a mere freak of a -freethinker, for that he had for the last four years dismissed all the -pride with which philosophy had filled him, and felt once more the power -of religious truth. He also begged for forgiveness for any offence -which, in his ignorance, he might have given to good manners and -morals.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xxvi" id="page_xxvi"></a>{xxvi}</span></p> - -<p>When the private papers of Louis Philippe fell into the hands of the -populace at the sack of the Tuileries in February, 1848, it was -discovered that Heine had for many years enjoyed a pension of some -200<i>l.</i> a year on the Civil List. This discovery gave an opening to the -republicans for violent attacks on him; but there does not appear to -have been anything in the circumstances of the case to make this -transaction discreditable to either the giver or the receiver of the -pension.</p> - -<p>Heine is described as having lived in the simplest manner, occupying -three small rooms on the third floor, the <i>ménage</i> comprising, in -addition to his wife and himself, no one but an old negress as a -servant, and “Cocotte,” who has been already alluded to.</p> - -<p>Heine is beyond question the greatest poet that has appeared in Germany -since the death of Goethe. Enough has been said in the course of this -brief sketch of his life to show the singular, the unprecedented -character of his genius, and to illustrate that combination in his -person of two separate natures that we have stated to exist. What more -touching trait of character was ever heard of, than the simple fact that -although the last eight years of his life were spent in a state of -intolerable agony, he left his mother in ignorance of his sufferings to -the very last! Yes, when stricken with total blindness, and when dying -literally by inches, all his letters to the “old woman at the Dammthor” -were written in the most cheerful, happy tone, and he made her believe -that his only reason for employing an amanuensis instead of writing with -his own hand was that he had a slight affection in his eyes, which would -be cured with a little care!</p> - -<p>The following appreciation of the character of Heine, written while he -was still alive, but when the shades of darkness and death were slowly -gathering round him, may serve as a fitting termination to these few -pages:—“It may be said that Heine bears within him all the misery of a -mighty literature that has fallen from his ideal. Let this be his -excuse. But now his eyes are closing on this perishable world, whose -contradictions and wretchedness provoked his painful gaiety; another -world is opening on his mind. There,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xxvii" id="page_xxvii"></a>{xxvii}</span> no more misery, no more irritating -contrasts, no more revolting disenchantments; there, all problems are -resolved, all struggles cease. If irony, in the case of a capricious and -ardent intelligence, could be the faithful mirror of things below, there -is no room save for confidence and respect in that spiritual world that -his soul’s looks are fast discovering. He sought for serenity in that -light raillery which enveloped the whole universe, and played his part -in it with grace; but this serenity was incomplete and false, and often -suffered his ill-cured sorrows to break forth. True serenity is a higher -thing; it is to be found in the intelligence and adoration of that ideal -which nothing can affect, that truth which no shadow can obscure.” And -so with these words of kindly sympathy, Heinrich Heine,—farewell!</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_xxviii" id="page_xxviii"></a>{xxviii}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_1" id="page_1"></a>{1}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="EARLY_POEMS" id="EARLY_POEMS"></a>EARLY POEMS.</h2> - -<h3><i><a name="SONGS_OF_LOVE" id="SONGS_OF_LOVE"></a>SONGS OF LOVE.</i></h3> - -<h4>1. LOVE’S SALUTATION.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Darling maiden, who can be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ever found to equal thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thy service joyfully<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall my life be pledged by me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy sweet eyes gleam tenderly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like soft moonbeams o’er the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lights of rosy harmony<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er thy red cheeks wander free.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From thy small mouth, full of glee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rows of pearls peep charmingly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thy bosom’s drapery<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Veils thy fairest jewelry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pure love only could it be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That so sweetly thrill’d through me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I whilome gazed on thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Darling maid, so fair to see.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2. LOVE’S LAMENT.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On night’s secrecy relying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Silently I breathe my woes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the haunts of mortals flying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the cup of pleasure flows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Down my cheeks run tears all burning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Silently, unceasingly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my bosom’s fiery yearning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quench’ed by tears can never be.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_2" id="page_2"></a>{2}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When a laughing urchin, gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many a merry game I play’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In life’s sunshine basking daily,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Knowing nought of grief or shade.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For a garden of enjoyment<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was the world I then lived in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tending flowers my sole employment,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roses, violets, jessamine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the brook’s side, on the meadow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweetly mused I in those days;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now I see a pale thin shadow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When upon the brook I gaze.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pale and thin my grief hath made me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since mine eyes upon her fell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Secret sorrows now pervade me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wonderful and hard to tell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Deep within my heart I cherish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Angel forms of peace and love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which have fled, their short joys perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To their starry home above.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ghastly shadows rise unbidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Black night round mine eyes is thrown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my trembling breast is hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sad whisp’ring voice unknown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unknown sorrows, unknown anguish<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Toss me wildly to and fro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I pine away and languish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tortured by an unknown glow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the cause why I am lying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rack’d by fiery torments now,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why from very grief I’m dying,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Love, behold!—The cause art thou!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3. YEARNING.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With sweetheart on arm, all my comrades with joy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the linden trees move;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I, alas, poor desolate boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In utter solitude rove<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_3" id="page_3"></a>{3}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mine eye grows dim, my heart is oppress’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When happy lovers I see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a sweetheart by me is also possess’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But, alas, far distant is she.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have borne it for years, with a heart fit to break,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But no longer can bear with the pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So pack up my bundle, my pilgrim’s staff take,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And start on my travels again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And onward I go for hundreds of miles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till I come to a city renown’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A noble river beneath it smiles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With three stately towers ’tis crown’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now my late sorrows no longer annoy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Made happy at last is my love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there, with my sweetheart on arm, I with joy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can beneath the sweet linden trees rove.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4. THE WHITE FLOWER</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In father’s garden there silently grows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A flow’ret mournful and pale;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spring-time returns, the winter’s frost goes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pale flow’ret remaineth as pale.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor pale flower looks still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a young bride that’s ill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pale flow’ret gently saith to me—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Dear brother, pluck me, I pray!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I answer pale flow’ret—“That must not be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I never will take thee away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I seek with anxious care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A purple flow’ret fair.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pale flow’ret saith—“Seek here, seek there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seek e’en till the day of thy death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still that purple flow’ret fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou’lt seek in vain,” she saith.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, prythee, pluck me now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am as ill as thou.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_4" id="page_4"></a>{4}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus whispers pale flow’ret, beseeching me sore;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I tremblingly pluck her, and lo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I find my heart suddenly bleeding no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mine inward eye brightly doth glow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mute angel-rapture blest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now fills my wounded breast.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5. PRESENTIMENT.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yonder, where the stars glow nightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We shall find those joys smile brightly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which on earth seem far away.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only in Death’s cold embraces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life grows warm, and light replaces<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Night’s dark gloom at dawn of day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I am with my sweetheart kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A happy youth am I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So great the wealth within my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I the whole world could buy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when her swanlike arms I quit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In that sad hour of pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away my boasted wealth doth flit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I am poor again.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I would the songs I’m singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had little flow’rets been;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d send them to my sweetheart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For her to smell, I ween.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I would the songs I’m singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were kisses all unseen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d send them all in secret<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon her cheeks to glean.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I would the songs I’m singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were little peas so green;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d make some capital pea-soup<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All in a soup-tureen!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_5" id="page_5"></a>{5}</span></p> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of peace, and happiness, and heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou, loved one, long time hast bereft me;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And of the gifts that thou hast left me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not one of these doth form a part.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For peace, heart, happiness, hast thou<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To me a life-long sorrow given,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With bitter words commingled even,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O take <i>these</i> back, my loved one, now.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remember’st thou those fiery glances<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In which his trust the novice plac’d?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That long-denied first kiss of passion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ardent lover stole in haste?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O glances, ye experienced fish-hooks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On which the fish is captive brought!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O kiss, thou charming rod of honey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With which the bird is limed and caught!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou spak’st and gav’st a lock to me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of thy dear silken hair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wear this, and I for ever thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Within my heart will wear.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full oft have heart and hair been call’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To act this loving part.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now say: is not thy head yet bald?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And full thy little heart?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You, loved one, assured me so strongly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I wellnigh fancied it true;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you asserted it was so,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was no sign of folly in you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But that I almost believed it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis this that I so rue.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_6" id="page_6"></a>{6}</span></p> - -<h4>12.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve seen full many a tragedy play’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Extracting my tears like magic;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ’mongst them all, that touching scene<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had an end by far the most tragic,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wherein thou tookedst the principal part,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While I at thy feet was panting,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How well thou actedst the innocent one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou actress most enchanting!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>13.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ask not what I have, my loved one,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ask me rather what I am;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For but little wealth I boast of,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But I’m gentle as a lamb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Do not ask me how I’m living,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But for what, that ask of me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I live in want, and lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet I live alone for thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Do not ask me of my pleasures,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ask not of my bitter smart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pleasure ever flies his presence<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who doth own a broken heart.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3><a name="MISCELLANEOUS_POEMS" id="MISCELLANEOUS_POEMS"></a>MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.</h3> - -<h4>GERMANY. 1815.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let me sing Germania’s glory!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hearken to my noblest strains!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While my spirit tells the story,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thrilling bliss runs through my veins.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Time’s book is before me lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All things that have happened here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good with Evil ever vying—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All before my gaze stands clear.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_7" id="page_7"></a>{7}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the Frenchman’s distant nation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hell approach’d, with impious hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bringing shame and desecration<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On our much-loved German land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All our faith and virtue soiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All our heavenly yearnings fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All we deemed of worth, despoiling,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Giving sin and pain instead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">German shame to gild refusing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dark the German sun soon grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a mournful voice accusing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pierced the German oak trees through.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the sun once more is glancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the oak trees roar with joy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The avengers are advancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shame and sorrow to destroy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And deceit’s proud altars hateful<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Totter, fall with hideous sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every German heart is grateful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Free is German holy ground.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See’st the glare yon mount illuming?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Say, what can that wild flame be?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes! that fire proclaims the blooming<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Image pure of Germany.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the night of sin emerging<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Germany uninjured stands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wildly is the spot still surging,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where that fair form burst her bands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the old oak’s stems in splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Glorious blossoms fast unfold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foreign blossoms fall, and tender<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Breezes greet us as of old.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All that’s virtuous is returning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All that’s good appears once more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the German, fondly yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is exulting as of yore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ancient manners, ancient German<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Virtues, and heroic deeds!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Valiantly each son of Hermann<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Waves his sword and proudly bleeds.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_8" id="page_8"></a>{8}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heroes never doves engender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lionlike is Hermann’s race;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet may love’s religion tender<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Well near valour take its place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Germans through their sorrows lonely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Learnt Christ’s gentle word to prize;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their land ’genders brethren only,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And humanity is wise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once again returns the glorious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Noble love of minstrel’s song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well becoming the victorious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Breasts of German heroes strong,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As they to the war are going<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the Frank to cross the sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take signal vengeance glowing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For their perfidy abhorr’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And at home, no labour heeding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Woman plies her gentle hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tends the sacred wounds all bleeding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In defence of fatherland.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In her black dress robed, entrancing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks the beauteous German dame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deck’d with flow’rs and jewels glancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Diamond-girded, too, her frame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But a nobler, prouder feeling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through me at her vision thrills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, beside the sick-bed kneeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Acts of mercy she fulfils.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heavenly angels she resembles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the last draught she supplies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the wounded man, who trembles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smiles his grateful thanks, and dies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He to whom to die ’tis given<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the battle-field, is blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a foretaste ’tis of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dying on a woman’s breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor, poor sons of France! Fate ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unto you unkind has been;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the Seine’s banks, beauty never<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Save in search of gold is seen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_9" id="page_9"></a>{9}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">German women! German women!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What a charm the words convey!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">German women! German women!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flourish on for many a day!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All our daughters like Louisa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All our sons like Frederick be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear me in the grave, Louisa!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ever flourish Germany!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>DREAM. 1816.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Son of folly, dream thou ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When thy thoughts within thee burn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in life thy visions never<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To reality will turn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once in happier days chance bore me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a high mount on the Rhine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiling lay the land before me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gloriously the sun did shine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Far below, the waves were singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wild and magic melodies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my inmost heart were ringing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blissful strains in wondrous wise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, when gazing from that station<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the land—how sad its doom!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I but see a pigmy nation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Crawling on a giant’s tomb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So-call’d men wear silken raiment,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deem themselves the nation’s flower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honours now are gain’d by payment,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rogues possess both wealth and power.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of descent they boast, not merit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis their dress that makes them men;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old coats now alone the spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of old times bring back again;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When respect and virtue holy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Modestly went hand in hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the youth with deference lowly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the aged took his stand;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_10" id="page_10"></a>{10}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When a hand-shake was more valid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than an oath or written sheet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When men, iron-clad, forth sallied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a heart inside them beat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our fair garden borders nourish<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many a thousand flow’rets fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the fostering soil they flourish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the sun smiles on them there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the flower most fair, most golden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In our gardens ne’er is known,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That one which, in days now olden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On each rocky height was grown;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Which, in cold hill-fortress dwelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Men endued with iron frame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deem’d the flower all flowers excelling,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hospitality its name.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Weary wanderer, never clamber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the mountain’s fort-crown’d brow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Stead of warm and friendly chamber,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cold, hard walls receive thee now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the watch-tower blow no warders<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not a drawbridge is let fall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the castle’s lord and warders<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the cold tomb slumber all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In dark coffins, too, are sleeping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those dear maids bards sang of old;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrines like these within them keeping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Greater wealth than pearls and gold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strange soft whispers there are blended<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like sweet minnesinger’s lays;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To those dark vaults has descended<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fair love of olden days.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True, I also prize our ladies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For they blossom like the May;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And delightful, too, their trade is,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis to dance, stitch, paint all day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And they sing, in rhymes delicious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of old love and loyalty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feeling all the time suspicious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whether such things e’er could be.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_11" id="page_11"></a>{11}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In their simple minds, our mothers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Used to think in days of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the gem above all others<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fair, man in his bosom bore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Very different from this is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What their daughters wisdom call;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the present day our misses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Love the jewels most of all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lies, deceit, and superstition<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rule,—life’s charms are thrown aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst Rome’s sordid base ambition<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Jordan’s pearls has falsified.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To your dark domain return you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Visions of far happier days;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er a time which thus doth spurn you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Vain laments no longer raise!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>THE CONSECRATION.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lonely in the forest chapel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the image of the Virgin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay a gentle, pallid stripling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bent in humble adoration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Madonna! Let me ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the threshold here be kneeling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt never drive me from thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the world so cold and sinful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Madonna! Sunny radiance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round thy head’s bright locks is gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a mild sweet smile is playing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round thy fair mouth’s holy roses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Madonna! Thine eyes’ lustre<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lightens me like stars in heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While life’s bark doth drift at random,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stars lead on for ever surely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Madonna! Without wavering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have borne thy test of sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On kind love relying blindly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thy glow alone e’er glowing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_12" id="page_12"></a>{12}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">O Madonna! This day hear me,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Full of mercy, rich in wonders!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Grant me then a sign of favour,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Just one little sign of favour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then presently happen’d a marvellous wonder.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The forest and chapel were parted insunder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The boy understood not the miracle strange,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all around him did suddenly change.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In a brilliant hall there sat the Madonna,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her rays were gone, as he gazed upon her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She bore the form of a lovely maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around her lips a childlike smile play’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And see! from her fair and flowing tresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She steals a lock, as she thus addresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a heavenly tone, the raptured boy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sweetest reward on earth enjoy!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">What attests this consecration?<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Saw’st thou not the rainbow shedding<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Its sublime illumination,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">O’er the wide horizon spreading?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Angels up and down are moving,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Loudly do their pinions flutter;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Breathing music strange and loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Sweet the melodies they utter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Well the stripling knows the yearning<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Through his frame that now doth quiver;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To that land his footsteps turning,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Where the myrtle blooms for ever.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>THE MOOR’S SERENADE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To my sleeping dear Zuleima’s<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bosom run, ye tears all burning!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then will her sweet heart for Abdul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Gin to beat with tender yearning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Round my sleeping dear Zuleima’s<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ear disport, ye tears of anguish!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then will her fair head in vision<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet for Abdul’s love straight languish.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_13" id="page_13"></a>{13}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">O’er my sleeping dear Zuleima’s<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Soft hand stream, my heart’s blood gushing!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Then will her sweet hand bear on it<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Abdul’s heart’s blood, crimson flushing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Sorrow is, alas, born voiceless,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">In its mouth no tongue is growing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">It hath only tears and sighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And blood from the heart’s wounds flowing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>DREAM AND LIFE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The day was glowing, my heart, too, glow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In silence I bore my sorrow’s load;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When night arrived, I hastened then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the blossoming rose in the silent glen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I softly approach’d, and mute as the grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While tears my cheeks did secretly lave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I peep’d in the cup of the rose so fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lo! a bright light was glimmering there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the rose I joyfully fell asleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a sweet mocking dream did over me creep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The form of a rosy maid was reveal’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rosy bodice her bosom conceal’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She gave me soon a rich golden store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a golden cottage the prize I bore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strange goings-on in the cottage I found,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small elves are dancing in graceful round.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And closely their hands together are press’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon as a dance has come to a close,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another begins, and each merrily goes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the music they dance to thus sounds in my ear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The happiest of hours will ne’er reappear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The whole of thy life was only a dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And this hour of pleasure a dream within dream.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dream is over, the sun is up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I eagerly peep in the rose’s cup.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas! in the place of the glimmering light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A nasty insect meets my sight.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_14" id="page_14"></a>{14}</span></p> - -<h3>THE LESSON.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mother tells little bee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yonder wax taper flee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But for his mother’s prayers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little bee little cares.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Round the light hovers he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humming all merrily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother’s cry hears not he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little bee! Little bee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Youthful one! Foolish one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor little simpleton!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the flame rusheth he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little bee! Little bee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the flame flickers high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the flame he must die:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Ware of the maidens, then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sons of men! Sons of men!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>TO FRANCIS V. Z——.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m drawn to the North by a golden star;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell, brother! forget me not when I am far;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To poetry ever faithful abide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never desert that charming bride.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a priceless treasure preserve in thy breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The German language so fair and blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shouldst thou e’er come to the Northern strand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O listen awhile at that Northern strand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And list till thou hearest a ringing remote<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That over the silent waters doth float.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When this thou hearest, expect ere long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sound of the well-known minstrel’s song.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then strike thou in turn thine echoing chord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give me news that may pleasure afford;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How matters with thee, dear minstrel, go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with the others whom I loved so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how it fares with the lovely girl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who set so many young hearts in a whirl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And filled so many with yearnings divine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blossoming rose on the blossoming Rhine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give me news of my fatherland too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If still ’tis the land of affection true;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If still the old God in Germany lives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And none to the Evil One homage now gives.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_15" id="page_15"></a>{15}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when thy sweet song thus lovingly rings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And joyous stories with it thus brings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far over the waves to the distant strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bard will rejoice in the far North land.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>A PROLOGUE TO THE HARTZ-JOURNEY.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All I saw and heard when travelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All that soul and heart found pleasing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that gave me food for cavilling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All that tedious was or teasing;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Solemn jostlings, wild excitement,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both of simpletons and sages,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All shall swell the long indictment<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my travels in these pages.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give not travels life twice over?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When at home one lives once only;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wouldst thou nobler ends discover,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou must leave thy closet lonely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the world’s wide stage, each player<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is a mimic or a puppet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rides his hobby his own way, or<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bids the others clamber up it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If we’re laughed at by our neighbour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Riding in this curious fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us him in turn belabour,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Jeering him without compassion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Read these travels in the manner<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the sense in which I’m writing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each one has his fav’rite banner<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Under which he fancies fighting.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>DEFEND NOT.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Defend it not, defend it not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This wretched world below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defend its gaping people not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who care for nought but pomp and show.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tedious ones, defend them not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who cause us such ennui;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The learned ones, defend them not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their o’erpow’ring pedantry.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_16" id="page_16"></a>{16}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The women, too, defend them not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though good ones may be there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The best amongst them scorneth not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The man she loves not, to ensnare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then my friends—defend them not:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Count not thyself one now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thou those friends resemblest not,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No! firm, and good, and true art thou.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>A PARODY.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Indeed they have wearied me greatly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And made me exceedingly sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One half with their prose so wretched,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The other with poetry bad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their terrible discord has scatter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What little senses I had,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One half with their prose so wretched,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The other with poetry bad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But ’mongst the whole army of scribblers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They most have stirr’d up my bile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who write in neither prosaic<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor true poetical style.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>WALKING FLOWERS AT BERLIN.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes! under the lindens, my dear friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy yearnings may satisfied be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fairest of womankind here, friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All walking together, thou’lt see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How charming they look, how delicious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In gay silken garments all dress’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A certain poet judicious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Walking flowers” has named them in jest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How very charming each bonnet!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each Turkish shawl, how it gleams!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each cheek, what a bright glow upon it!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each neck, how swanlike it seems!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>EVENING SONGS.</h3> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Without any aim, forth I sallied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And roam’d by the pond o’er the lea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The charming flowers look’d pallid,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And spectre-like gazed upon me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_17" id="page_17"></a>{17}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon me they gazed, and to chatter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And tell my dull tale I began;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They ask’d me, what was the matter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With me, poor sad-looking man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The truth, I valiantly said it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No love in the world can I find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as I have lost all my credit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With want of cash ’tis combin’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And over the pond are sailing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Two swans all white as snow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet voices mysteriously wailing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pierce through me as onward they go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They sail along, and a ringing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet melody rises on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when the swans begin singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They presently must die.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When in sorrow, they dare not show it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">However mournful their mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the swan, like the soul of the poet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the dull world is ill understood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in their death-hour they waken<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The air, and break into song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, unless my ears are mistaken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They sing now, while sailing along.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cloudlets are lazily sailing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er the blue Atlantic sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mid the twilight there hovers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A shadowy figure o’er me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full deep in my soul it gazes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With old-time-recalling eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a glimpse of joys long buried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And happiness long gone by.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Familiar the vision appeareth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Methinks I know it full well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis the much-loved shadow of Mary,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who on earth no longer doth dwell.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_18" id="page_18"></a>{18}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She beckons in friendly silence,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And clasps me with gentle despair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I seize hold of my glasses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To have a better stare!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>SONNETS.</h3> - -<h4>1. TO AUGUSTUS WILLIAM VON SCHLEGEL.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The worst of worms: the dagger thoughts of doubt—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The worst of poisons: to mistrust one’s power—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These struggled my life’s marrow to devour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was a shoot, whose props were rooted out.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou pitiedst the poor shoot in that sad hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bad’st it climb thy kindly words about;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thee, great Master, owe I thanks devout,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Should the weak shoot e’er blossom into flower.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O still watch o’er it, as it grows apace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That as a tree the garden it may grace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of that fair fay, whose favourite child thou wert.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My nurse used of that garden to assert<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a strange ringing, wondrous sweet, there dwells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each flower can speak, each tree with music swells.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2. TO THE SAME.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Contented not with thine own property,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Rhine’s fair Nibelung-treasure thou didst steal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wondrous gifts the Thames’ far banks conceal,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Tagus’ flowers were boldly pluck’d by thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou mad’st the Tiber many a gem reveal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Seine paid tribute to thine industry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou pierced’st e’en to Brama’s sanctuary,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pearls from the Ganges taking in thy zeal.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou greedy man, I pray thee be content<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With that which seldom unto man is lent;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Instead of adding more, to spend prepare!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with the treasures which thou with such ease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From North and South accustom’d wert to seize,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Enrich the scholar and the joyful heir.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_19" id="page_19"></a>{19}</span></p> - -<h4>3. TO COUNCILLOR GEORGE S——, OF GOTTINGEN.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though the demeanour be imperious, proud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet round the lips may gentleness play still;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though the eye gleam and every muscle thrill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet may the voice with calmness be endow’d.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus art thou in the rostrum, when aloud<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou speak’st of governments and of the skill<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of cabinets, and of the people’s will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Germany’s long strifes and ends avow’d.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er be thine image blotted from my mind!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In times of barbarous self-love like these,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How doth an image of such greatness please!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What thou, in fashion fatherly and kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spak’st to my heart, while hours flew swiftly by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deep in my heart I still bear faithfully.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4. TO J. B. ROUSSEAU.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy friendly greetings open wide my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the dark chambers of my heart unbar;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Home visions greet me like some radiant star,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And magic pinions fan me into rest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more the Rhine flows by me, on its crest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of waters mount and castle mirror’d are;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On vine-clad hills gold clusters gleam afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vine-dressers climb, while shoot the flow’rets blest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I but see thee, truest friend of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who still dost link thyself to me, as clings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ivy green around a crumbling wall!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I but be with thee, and to thy song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In silence listen, while the redbreast sings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Rhine’s waters softly flow along!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A torture-chamber was the world to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where I suspended by the feet did hang;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hot pincers gave my body many a pang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A vice of iron crush’d me fearfully.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wildly cried in nameless agony,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From mouth and eyes the blood in torrents sprang,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A maid passed by, who a gold hammer swang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And presently the coup-de-grace gave she.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_20" id="page_20"></a>{20}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My quivering limbs she scans with eager eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My tongue protruding, as death’s hour draws nigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From out my bleeding mouth,—a ghastly sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart’s wild pantings hears she with delight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My last death-rattle music is the while<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To her, who stands with cold and mocking smile.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6. THE NIGHT WATCH ON THE DRACHENFELS. TO FRITZ VON B——.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas midnight as we scaled the mountain height,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wood pile ’neath the walls the flames devour’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as my joyous comrades round it cower’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sang of Germany’s renown in fight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her health we drank from Rhine wine beakers bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The castle-spirit on the summit tower’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dark forms of armèd knights around us lower’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And women’s misty shapes appear’d in sight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from the ruins there arose low moans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Owls hooted, rattling sounds were heard, and groans;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A furious north wind bluster’d fitfully.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such was the night, my friend, that I did pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the high Drachenfels,—but I, alas,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A wretched cold and cough took home with me!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7. IN FRITZ STEINMANN’S ALBUM.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bad victorious are, the good lie low;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The myrtles are replaced by poplars dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through which the evening breezes loudly sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright flashes take the place of silent glow.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vain Parnassus’ heights you’ll plough and sow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Image on image, flower on flower pile high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In vain you’ll struggle till you’re like to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless, <i>before</i> the egg is laid, you know<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How to cluck-cluck; and, bulls’ horns putting on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn to write sage critiques, both pro and con,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And your own trumpet blow with decent pride.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Write for the mob, not for posterity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let blustering noise your poems’ lever be,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You’ll then be by the public deified.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_21" id="page_21"></a>{21}</span></p> - -<h4>8. TO HER.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The flow’rets red and white that I hold here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which blossom’d erst from out the heart’s deep wound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into a lovely nosegay I have bound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And offer unto thee, my mistress dear.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By its acceptance be thy bard’s love crown’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot from this earth’s scene disappear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I have left a sign of love sincere.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remember me when I my death have found.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet ne’er, O mistress, shalt thou pity me;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My life of grief was enviable e’en,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For in my heart I bore thee lovingly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And greater bliss shall soon be mine, when I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall, as thy guardian spirit, watch unseen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy heart with peaceful greetings satisfy.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9. GOETHE’S MONUMENT AT FRANKFORT-ON-THE MAIN. 1821.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Good German men, maids, matrons, pray give ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Collect subscribers with the utmost speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The worthy folk of Frankfort have agreed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To build a monument to Goethe here.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At fair time” (think they) “this will make it clear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To foreign traders that we’re of his breed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That ’twas our soil that nurtured such fair seed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And then in trade they’ll trust us without fear.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O touch the bard’s bright wreath of laurel never,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And keep your money in your pockets too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis Goethe’s, his own monument to raise.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He dwelt amongst you in his infant days,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But half a world now severs him from you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom a stream doth from Sachsenhausen<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> sever!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10. DRESDEN POETRY.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Dresden on the Elbe, that handsome city,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where straw hats, verses, and cigars are made,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They’ve built (it well may make us feel afraid)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A music-club and music warehouse pretty.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_22" id="page_22"></a>{22}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There meet the gentlemen and ladies witty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Herr Kuhn,<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> -Miss Nostitz -<a name="FNanchor_5a_5a" id="FNanchor_5a_5a"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5a]</a>—adepts at the trade,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spout verses, calling action to their aid.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How grand! Avaunt, ye critics!—more’s the pity!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Next day the paper tells us all the facts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bright’s<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> brightness flies, Child’s -<a name="FNanchor_6a_6a" id="FNanchor_6a_6a"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6a]</a> -childishness is childlike,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The critic’s supplement is mean yet wildlike.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arnoldi -<a name="FNanchor_5b_5b" id="FNanchor_5b_5b"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5b]</a> - takes the cash, as salesman acts;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then Böttiger -<a name="FNanchor_5c_5c" id="FNanchor_5c_5c"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5c]</a> -appears, with noise infernal—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis a true oracle, that Evening Journal!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11. BREADLESS ART.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How soon my poverty would ended be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could I the pencil use, and paint away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The walls of castles proud and churches gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adorning with my pictures merrily!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How soon would wealth replace my penury,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could I the fiddle, flute, and piano play.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with such elegance perform each day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That lords and ladies all applauded me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ah! in Mammon’s smiles I ne’er had part,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For I have follow’d thee alone, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee, Poetry, most thankless, breadless art!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When others (how I’m blushing, now I’ve said it!)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drink their champagne from out a brimming glass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I needs must go without, or drink on credit!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_23" id="page_23"></a>{23}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="BOOK_OF_SONGS" id="BOOK_OF_SONGS"></a>BOOK OF SONGS.</h2> - -<h3><i>PREFACE.</i></h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This is the olden fairy wood!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The linden blossoms smell sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The strange mysterious light of the moon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Enchants my senses completely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I onward went, and as I went,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A voice above me was ringing;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis surely the nightingale’s notes that I hear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of love and love’s sorrows she’s singing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She sings of love and love’s sorrows as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She sings of smiling and aching,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sadly exults, she joyfully sobs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Forgotten visions awaking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I onward went, and as I went,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw before me lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On open ground, a castle vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With gables in loftiness vying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The windows were closed, and all things appear’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To stillness and sadness converted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seem’d as though silent death had his home<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Within those walls deserted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A sphinx was lying before the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Part comical, part not human;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its body and paws a lion’s were,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the breasts and head of a woman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A woman fair! her white eyes spoke<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of yearnings wild but tender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her lips, all mute, were closely arch’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And smiled a silent surrender.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_24" id="page_24"></a>{24}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The nightingale so sweetly sang,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I found it in vain to resist it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I kiss’d the beauteous face, and, ah!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was ruined as soon as I kissed it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The marble figure with life was fill’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The stone began sighing and groaning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She drank my kisses’ tremulous glow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With thirsty and eager moaning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She well nigh drank my breath away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then, with sensual ardour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Embraced me, while her lion’s paws press’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My body harder and harder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O blissful torment and rapturous woe!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pain, like the pleasure, unbounded!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For while the mouth’s kisses filled me with joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The paws most fearfully wounded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The nightingale sang: “O beauteous sphinx!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O loved one, explain the reason<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Why all thy raptures with pains of death<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Are mingled, in cruel treason?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O beauteous sphinx! explain to me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The riddle so full of wonder!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I over it many a thousand years<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Have never ceased to ponder.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3><a name="YOUTHFUL_SORROWS" id="YOUTHFUL_SORROWS"></a><i>YOUTHFUL SORROWS.</i><br /><br /> -1817-21.</h3> - -<h4><a name="I_VISIONS" id="I_VISIONS"></a>I. VISIONS.</h4> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of love’s wild glow I dreamt in former days,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of mignonette, fair locks, and myrtle twining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of lips so sweet, with bitter words combining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of mournful melodies of mournful lays.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dreams have long been scatter’d far and banish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My dearest vision fled for evermore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, save the burning glow I used to pour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into my tender numbers, all is vanish’d.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_25" id="page_25"></a>{25}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou ling’rest still, deserted song! Now go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And seek that long-lost vision; shouldst thou meet it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On my behalf in loving fashion greet it,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An airy breath to that dim shade I blow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A dream both strange and sad to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once startled and delighted me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dismal vision haunts me still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in my heart doth wildly thrill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was a garden wondrous fair,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fain would wander gladly there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauteous flowers upon me gazed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And high I found my rapture raised.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The birds were twittering above<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their joyous melodies of love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun was red with rays of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowers all lovely to behold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet fragrance all the herbs exhale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweetly, softly blows the gale;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all things glisten, all things smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And show their loveliness the while.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Amid that bright and flowery land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A marble fountain was at hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there I saw a maiden fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Washing a garment white with care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her cheeks were sweet, her eyes were mild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair hair’d and saintly look’d the child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as I gazed, she seem’d to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So strange, yet so well known to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beauteous girl, who made all speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A song was humming, strange indeed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Water, water, quickly run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Let the washing soon be done.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I went and stood then in her way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whisper’d gently: “Prythee say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou maiden sweet and wondrous fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For whom dost thou this dress prepare?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_26" id="page_26"></a>{26}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then spake she quickly: “Ready be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m washing thine own shroud for thee!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce had her lips these words let fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like foam the vision vanish’d all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And still entranced, ere long I stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within a desert, gloomy wood:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To reach the skies the branches sought;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stood amazed, and thought and thought.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And hark! what hollow echoing sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like axe-strokes fills the air around<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through waste and wood I speed apace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until I reach an open place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the green plain before me spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mighty oak tree rear’d its head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lo! the maiden, strange to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was felling with an axe the tree.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With blow on blow a song she sings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unceasing, as the axe she swings:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Iron glittering, iron bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hew the oaken chest aright.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I went and stood then in her way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whisper’d gently: “Prythee say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou sweet and wondrous maiden mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For whom dost hew the oaken shrine?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then spake she quickly: “Time is short,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To hew thy coffin is my sport!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce had her lips these words let fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like foam the vision vanish’d all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bleak, dim was all above, beneath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around was barren, barren heath:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt in strange mysterious mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shuddering inwardly I stood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as I roam’d on silently,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A whitish streak soon caught mine eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hasten’d tow’rd it, and when there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold, I found the maiden fair!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On wide heath stood the snowy maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Digging the ground with sexton’s spade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce dared I gaze on her aright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So fair yet fearful was the sight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_27" id="page_27"></a>{27}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beauteous girl, who made all speed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A song was humming, strange indeed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Spade, O spade, so sharp and tried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dig a pit both deep and wide.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I went, and stood then in her way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whisper’d gently: “Prythee say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou maiden sweet and wondrous fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What means the pit that’s lying there?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then spake she quickly: “Silent be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A cold, cold grave I dig for thee.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when the fair maid thus replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its mouth the pit straight opened wide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the pit was full in view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A chilling shudder pierced me through,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the grave so dark and deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Headlong I fell, and—woke from sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In midnight vision I myself have spied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As for some festival, in ruffles dress’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a black gala-coat and silken vest;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sweet and trusting love with scorn I eyed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bow’d low down, and said “Art thou a bride?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I wish thee joy, dear Madam, I protest!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet my lips reluctantly express’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The words so cold and tauntingly applied.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bitter tears then suddenly ’gan falling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From her dear eyes, and in a sea of weeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wellnigh dissolved her image so enthralling.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O lovely eyes, ye stars of love so kindly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What though ye, when awake, and e’en when sleeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deceived me oft, I trust ye still as blindly!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In dream I saw a tiny manikin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who went on stilts, with steps a yard apart;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">White was his linen, and his dress was smart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he was coarse and most unclean within.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, worthless inwardly, and full of sin;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Worthy to seem outside was his great art,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of courage he discoursed, as from his heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defiant, stubborn, ’neath a veil but thin.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_28" id="page_28"></a>{28}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And know’st thou who he is? Come here and see!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So spake the dream-god, slily showing me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Within a mirror’s frame this vision then.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The manikin before an altar stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love beside him, both said “Yes, they would,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thousand laughing devils cried “Amen!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why stirs and chafes my madden’d blood?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why burns my heart in furious mood?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My blood fast boils, and foams and fumes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And passion fierce my heart consumes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My mad blood boils in foaming stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because I’ve dreamt an evil dream:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night’s gloomy son appear’d one day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bore me in his arms away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To a bright house soon brought he me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sounded harp and revelry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And torches gleam’d and tapers shone—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hall I entered then alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw a merry wedding feast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glad guests round the table press’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when the bridal pair I spied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O woe! my mistress was the bride.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was my love, and strange to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A stranger claim’d her hand to-day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then close behind her chair of honour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I silent stood and gazed upon her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The music sounded—still I stood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their joy but swell’d my mournful mood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bride she look’d so highly blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her hand the while the bridegroom press’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bridegroom next fill’d full his cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from it drank, then gave it up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto the bride; she smiled a thank;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O woe! my red blood ’twas she drank.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bride a rosy apple took,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gave it him with smiling look;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He took his knife, and cut a part;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O woe! it was indeed my heart.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_29" id="page_29"></a>{29}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They lovingly each other eyed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bridegroom boldly clasp’d the bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kissed her on her cheeks so red;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O woe! cold death kiss’d me instead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like lead my tongue within me lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vainly I strove one word to say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A noise was heard,—the dance began,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bridal pair were in the van.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst I stood rooted to the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dancers nimbly whirl’d around;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bridegroom spoke a whisper’d word,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She blush’d, well pleased with what she heard.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In blissful dream, in silent night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There came to me, with magic might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With magic might, my own sweet love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into my little room above.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I gazed upon the darling child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I gazed, and she all-gently smiled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smiled until my heart swell’d high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When stormlike daring words breath’d I:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Take, take thou everything that’s mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My All will I to thee resign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If I may be thy paramour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From midnight till the morning hour.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then on me gazed the beauteous maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With looks that inward strife betray’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So sweet, so sad, while thus she said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Give me thy hope of heaven instead!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My life so sweet, my youthful blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll give with cheerful joyous mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For thee, O maiden angel-fair,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But hope of heaven hereafter—ne’er!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My daring speech flow’d readily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet ever fairer blossom’d she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still the beauteous maiden said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Give me thy hope of heaven instead!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_30" id="page_30"></a>{30}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These words fell on me heavily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then rush’d, like some fierce flowing sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down to my spirit’s depth most deep,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I scarce had power my breath to keep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There came a band of angels white<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Graced with a golden halo bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But wildly follow’d in their track<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A grisly train of goblins black.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They wrestled with the angels white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drove away those angels bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the gloomy squadron too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melted like morning mist from view.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fain had I died of rapture there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My arms upheld my maiden fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She nestled near me like a roe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But also wept with bitter woe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet maiden wept; well knew I why,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her rosy mouth to peace kiss’d I:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O still, sweet love, that tearful flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Surrender to my loving mood!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Surrender to my loving mood!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When sudden froze to ice my blood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The earth beneath me groan’d and sigh’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A yawning chasm open’d wide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And from the chasm’s gloomy veil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose the black troop,—sweet love turn’d pale;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My arms were of sweet love bereft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I in solitude was left.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The gloomy troop around me danced<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In wondrous circle, then advanced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seized and bore me to the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While scornful laughter rose around.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And still the circle narrower grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ever humm’d the fearful crew:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thy hope of heaven was pledg’d by thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou’rt ours for all eternity!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_31" id="page_31"></a>{31}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou now hast the money,—why longer delay?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou dark scowling fellow, why lingering stay?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sit in my chamber, and patiently wait,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And midnight is near, but the bride is still late.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the churchyard the shuddering breezes arise;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye breezes, O say, has my bride met your eyes?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale demons come round me, and hard on me press,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make curtsies with grinning, and nod their “O yes!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quick, tell me the message you’re coming about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Black villain, in liv’ry of fire trick’d out!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My mistress sends word that she soon will be here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a car drawn by dragons she’ll shortly appear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear grey little man, say, what would’st thou to-day?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dead master of mine, what’s thy business, pray?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He gazes upon me with mute mournful mien,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shakes his head, turns away, and no longer is seen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His tail wags the shaggy old dog, and he whines;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All brightly the eye of the black tom-cat shines;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The women are howling with long flowing hair,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why sings my old nurse my old cradle-song there?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Old nurse stops at home, to her song to attend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eiapopeia is long at an end;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-day I am keeping my gay wedding feast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only watch the arrival of each gallant guest!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only watch them! Good sirs, how polite is your band!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye carry your heads, ’stead of hats, in your hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With your clattering bones, and like gallows-birds dress’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why arrive here so late, when the wind is at rest?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The old witch on her broomstick comes galloping on:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, bless me, good mother, I’m really thy son.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mouth in her pale face beginning to twitch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For ever, amen,” soon replies the old witch.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twelve wither’d musicians come creeping along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The limping blind fiddler is seen in the throng<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jackpudding dress’d out in his motley array,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the gravedigger’s back is grimacing away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_32" id="page_32"></a>{32}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With dancing twelve nuns from the convent advance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The leering old procuress leading the dance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve merry young priests follow close in their train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sing their lewd songs in a church-going strain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till you’re black in the face, good old clothesman, don’t yell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your fur-coat will nothing avail you in hell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis heated for nought all the year with odd things,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Stead of wood, with the bones of dead beggars and kings.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The girls with the flowers seem’d hunchback’d and bent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tumbling head over heels in the room as they went;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With your faces like owls, and a grasshopper’s leg,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That rattling of bones discontinue, I beg.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The squadrons of hell all appear in their shrouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bustle and hustle in fast-swelling crowds;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The waltz of damnation resounds in the ear,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hush, hush! my sweet love is at length drawing near.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, rabble, be quiet, or get you away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I scarcely can hear e’en one word that I say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hark! Is’t not the sound of a chariot at hand?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quick, open the door! Why thus loitering stand?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou art welcome, my darling! how goes it, my sweet?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’re welcome, good parson! stand up, I entreat!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good parson, with hoof of a horse and with tail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m your dutiful servant, and wish you all hail!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear bride, wherefore stand’st thou so pale and so dumb?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The parson to join us together has come;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full dear, dear as blood, is the fee I must pay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet to possess thee is merely child’s play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kneel down, my sweet bride, by my side prythee kneel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She kneels and she sinks,—O what rapture I feel!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sinks on my heart, on my fast-heaving breast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With shuddering pleasure I hold her close press’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like billows her golden locks circle the pair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Gainst my heart beats the heart of the maiden so fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They beat with a union of sorrow and love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soar to the regions of heaven above.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_33" id="page_33"></a>{33}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While our hearts are thus floating in rapture’s wide sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In God’s holy realms, all untrammell’d and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On our heads, as a terrible sign and a brand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has hell in derision imposed her grim hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>In propriâ personâ</i> the dark son of night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As parson bestows the priest’s blessing to-night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a bloody book breathes he the formula terse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each prayer execration, each blessing a curse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A crashing and hissing and howling is heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like rolling of thunder, like waves wildly stirr’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When sudden a bluish-tinged light brightly flames,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For ever, amen!” the old mother exclaims.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I came from the house of my mistress dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wander’d, half frenzied, in midnight fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when o’er the churchyard I mournfully trod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In solemn silence the graves seem’d to nod.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The musician’s old tombstone seem’d nodding to be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis the flickering light of the moon that I see.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s a whisper “Dear brother, I soon shall be here!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then a misty pale form from the tomb doth appear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The musician it was who arose in the gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And perch’d himself high on the top of the tomb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chords of his lute he struck with good will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sang with a voice right hollow and shrill:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">“Ah, know ye still the olden song,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“That thrill’d the breast with passion strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Ye chords so dull and unmoving?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“The angels they call it the joys of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“The devils they call it hell’s torments even,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“And mortals they call it—loving!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The last word’s sound had scarcely died,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all the graves their mouths open’d wide;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many airy figures step forward, and each<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The musician draws near, while in chorus they screech:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">“Love, O love, thy wondrous might<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Brought us to this dreary plight,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Closed our eyes in endless night,—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“To disturb us why delight?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_34" id="page_34"></a>{34}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus howl they confusedly, hissing and groaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With roaring and sighing and crashing and moaning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mad troop the musician surround as before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the chords the musician strikes wildly once more<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">“Bravo! bravo! How absurd!<br /></span> -<span class="i10">“Welcome to ye!<br /></span> -<span class="i10">“Plainly knew ye<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“That I spake the magic word!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">“As we pass the livelong year<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Still as mice in prison drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Let’s to-day be full of cheer!<br /></span> -<span class="i10">“First, though, please<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“See that no one else is here;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Fools were we as long as living,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“To love’s maddening passion giving<br /></span> -<span class="i10">“All our madden’d energies.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Let, by way of recreation,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Each one give a true narration<br /></span> -<span class="i10">“Of his former history,—<br /></span> -<span class="i12">“How devour’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">“How o’erpower’d<br /></span> -<span class="i10">“In love’s frantic chase was he.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then as light as the air from the circle there broke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wizen’d thin being, who hummingly spoke:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">“A tailor was I by profession<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“With needle and with shears;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“None made a better impression<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“With needle and with shears.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">“Then came my master’s daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“With needle and with shears,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“And pierced my sorrowing bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“With needle and with shears.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In right merry chorus the spirits then laughed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In solemn silence a second stepp’d aft:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">“Great Rinaldo Rinaldini,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Schinderhanno, Orlandini,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“And Charles Moor especially,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Were my patterns made by me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_35" id="page_35"></a>{35}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">“Like those mighty heroes, I<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Fell in love, I’ll not deny,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“And the fairest woman most<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Haunted me like any ghost.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">“Sighing, cooing like a dove,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“I was driven mad with love,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“And my fingers, by ill-luck,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“In my neighbour’s pocket stuck.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">“But the constable abused me,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“And most cruelly ill-used me,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“And I sought to hide my grief<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“In my neighbour’s handkerchief.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">“Then their arms policemen placed<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Quietly around my waist,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“And the bridewell then and there<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Took me ’neath its tender care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">“There, with thoughts of love quite full,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Long time sat I, spinning wool,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Till Rinaldo’s ghost one day<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Came and took my soul away.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In right merry chorus the spirits then laughed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A third, all-berouged and bedizen’d, stepp’d aft:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">“As monarch I ruled on the stage,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“The part of the lover played I,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Oft bellowed ‘Ye Gods,’ in a rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Breath’d many a heart-rending sigh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">“I play’d Mortimer’s part best, methinks,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“Maria was always so fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“But despite the most natural winks,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“She never gave heed to my prayer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">“Once when I, with desperate look,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Maria, thou holy one!’ cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“The dagger I hastily took,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“And plunged it too deep in my side.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In right merry chorus the spirits then laugh’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fourth in a white flowing garment stepp’d aft:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<i>Ex cathedrâ</i> kept prating the learned professor,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“He prated, and I went to sleep all the while;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet my pleasure had certainly not been the lesser,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Had I revell’d instead in his daughter’s sweet smile.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_36" id="page_36"></a>{36}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From the window she oft to me tenderly beckon’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That flower of flowers, my life’s only light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet that flower of flowers was pluck’d in a second<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By a stupid old blockhead, an opulent wight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then cursed I all women and rogues of high station,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And mingled some poisonous herbs in my wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And held with old Death a jollification,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“While he said: ‘Your good health! from this moment you’re mine!<span class="spcrt">’</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In right merry chorus the spirits then laugh’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fifth, with a rope round his neck, next stepp’d aft:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There boasted and bragg’d a count, over his wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of his daughter so fair, and his jewels so fine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What care I, Sir Count, for thy jewels so fine?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Far rather would I that thy daughter were mine!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis true under bar, lock, and key they both lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the Count many servants retain’d in his pay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What cared I for servants, for bar, lock, or key?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Up the rungs of the ladder I mounted with glee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To my mistress’s window I climb’d with good cheer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where curses beneath me saluted my ear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Stop, stop, my fine fellow! I too must be there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m likewise in love with the jewels so fair.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thus jested the Count, while he grappled me tight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His servants came round me with shouts of delight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Pooh, nonsense, you rascals! No robber am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I but came for my mistress—’tis really no lie.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In vain was my talking, in vain what I said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They got ready the rope, threw it over my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the sun, when he rose, with amazement extreme<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Found me hanging, alas, from the gallows’ high beam!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In right merry chorus the spirits then laugh’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A sixth, with his head in his hand, next stepp’d aft;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">“Love’s torments made me seek the chace;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Rifle in hand, I roam’d apace.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Down from the tree, with hollow scoff,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“The raven cried: ‘head off! head off!’<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_37" id="page_37"></a>{37}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“O, could I only see a dove,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’d take it home for my sweet love!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thus thought I, and midst bush and tree<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With sportsman’s eye sought carefully.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“What billing’s that? What gentle cooing?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“It sounds like turtle doves’ soft wooing.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I stole up slily, cock’d my gun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And, lo, my own sweet love was one!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“It was indeed my dove, my bride;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A stranger clasp’d her waist with pride.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Old gun, now let thy aim be good!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The stranger welter’d in his blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Soon through the wood I had to pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With hangmen by my side, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Down from the tree, with bitter scoff,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The raven cried: ‘head-off! head-off!<span class="spcrt">’</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In right merry chorus the spirits then laughed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length the musician in person stepp’d aft:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“I’ve sung my own song, friends, demurely,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“That charming song’s at an end;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When the heart is once broken, why surely<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“The song may homeward wend!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then began the wild laughter still louder to sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the pale spectral troop in a circle swept round.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the neighbouring church-tow’r the stroke of “One!” fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the spirits rush’d back to their graves with a yell.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I was asleep, and calmly slept,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All pain and grief allay’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wondrous vision o’er me crept,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There came a lovely maid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As pale as marble was her face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, O, so passing fair!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eyes they swam with pearl-like grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And strangely waved her hair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And softly, softly moved her foot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pale-as-marble maid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on my heart herself she put,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pale-as-marble maid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_38" id="page_38"></a>{38}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How shook and throbb’d, half sad, half blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart, which hotly burn’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But neither shook nor throbb’d her breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which into ice seem’d turn’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“It neither shakes nor throbs, my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And it is icy cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And yet I know love’s yearning blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Love’s mighty pow’r of old.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No colour’s on my lips and cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No blood my veins doth swell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But start not, thus to hear me speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I love thee, love thee well!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And wilder still embraced she me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I was sore afraid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then crow’d the cock,—straight vanish’d she,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pale-as-marble maid.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I oft have pale spectres before now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Conjured with magical might;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They refuse to return any more now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To their former dwelling of night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The word that commands their submission<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I forgot in my terror and fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My own spirits now seek my perdition,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Within their prison-house drear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dark demons, approach not a finger!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Away, nor to torment give birth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full many a joy still may linger<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the roseate light of this earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I needs must be evermore striving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To reach the flower so fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O, what were the use of my living<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If I may cherish her ne’er?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To my glowing heart fain would I press her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would clasp her for once to my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her lips and her cheeks once caress her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With sweetest of torments be blest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_39" id="page_39"></a>{39}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If once from her mouth I could hear it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could hear one fond whisper bestow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would follow thee, beckoning Spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yea, e’en to thy darksome abode.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spirits have heard, and draw nigh me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And nod with terrific glee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet love, with an answer supply me,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet love, O lovest thou me?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3><a name="SONGS" id="SONGS"></a>2. SONGS.</h3> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every morning rise I, crying:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Comes my love to-day?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then sink down at evening, sighing:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She is still away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sleepless and oppress’d with sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All night long I lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreaming, half asleep; the morrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sadly wander I.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m driven hither and thither along!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But yet a few hours, I shall see her again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Herself, the most fair of the fair maiden-train;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True heart, what means thy throbbing so strong?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The hours are only a slothful race!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lazily they move each day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with yawning go their way;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hasten on, ye slothful race!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wild-raging eagerness thrills me indeed;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Never in love have the hours delighted;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So, in a cruel bond strangely united,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slily deride they the lovers’ wild speed.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By nought but sorrow attended,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I wander’d under the trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That olden vision descended,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stole to my heart by degrees.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_40" id="page_40"></a>{40}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who taught you the word ye are singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ye birds in the branches on high?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O hush! when my heart hears it ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It makes it more mournfully sigh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A fair young maiden ’twas taught it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who came here, and sang like a bird;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And so we birds easily caught it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That pretty, golden word.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more shall this story deceive me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ye birds, so wondrously sly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my sorrow ye fain would bereave me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On your friendship I cannot rely.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet love, lay thy hand on my heart, and tell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thou hearest the knocks in that narrow cell?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There dwells there a carpenter, cunning is he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And slily he’s hewing a coffin for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He hammers and knocks by day and by night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My slumber already has banish’d outright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, Master Carpenter, prythee make haste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I some slumber at length may taste.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauteous cradle of my sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beauteous grave of all my peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beauteous town, we part to-morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fare thee well, our ties must cease!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fare thee well, thou threshold holy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where my loved one sets her feet!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fare thee well, thou spot so holy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where we chanced at first to meet!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Would that we had been for ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strangers, queen of hearts so fair!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then it would have happen’d never<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I’m driven to despair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ne’er to stir thy bosom thought I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For thy love I never pray’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silently to live but sought I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where thy breath its balm convey’d.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_41" id="page_41"></a>{41}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet thou spurn’st me in my sadness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bitter words thy mouth doth speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my senses riots madness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my heart is faint and weak<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And my limbs, in wanderings dreary,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sadly drag I, full of gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I lay my head all weary<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a chilly distant tomb.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Patience, surly pilot, shortly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the port I’ll follow you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From two maidens I’m departing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From my love and Europe too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Blood-spring, from mine eyes ’gin running,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blood-spring, from my body flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that I then, with my hot blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May write down my tale of woe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, my body, wherefore shudder<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus to-day my blood to see?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many years before thee standing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pale, heart-bleeding, saw’st thou me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Know’st thou still the olden story<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the snake in Paradise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, a cursed apple giving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Caused our parents endless sighs?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Apples brought all evils on us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Death through Eve by apples came;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flames on Troy were brought by Eris,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both thou broughtest, death and flame!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hill and castle fair are glancing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er the clear and glassy Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my bark is gaily dancing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the sunlight all-divine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the golden waters, breaking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sportively, my calm eyes rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gently are the feelings waking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I nourish’d in my breast.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_42" id="page_42"></a>{42}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With a fond and kindly greeting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lure me those deep waters bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I know their smoothness cheating<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hides beneath it death and night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Joy above, below destruction,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou’rt my loved one’s image, stream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blissful is her smile’s seduction,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kind and gentle can she seem.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">First methought in my affliction,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I can never stand the blow.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I did—strange contradiction!<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>How</i> I did, ne’er seek to know.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With rose and cypress and tinsel gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fain would adorn in a charming way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This book, as though a coffin it were,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in it my olden songs inter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, could I but bury love also there!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On love’s grave grows rest’s floweret fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis there ’tis pluck’d in its sweetest bloom,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For me ’twill not blossom till in my tomb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here now are the songs that formerly rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As wild as the lava from Etna that flows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the depths of my feelings true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And glittering sparks around them threw!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like corpses now lie they, all silent and dumb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cold and pallid as mist they’ve become;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the olden glow their revival will bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the spirit of love waves o’er them its wing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In my heart a presentiment loudly cries:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spirit of love will over them rise:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This book will hereafter come to thy hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sweetest love, in a distant land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the spell on my song at an end will be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pallid letters will gaze on thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Imploringly gaze on thy beauteous eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whisper with sadness and loving sighs.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_43" id="page_43"></a>{43}</span></p> - -<h2>3. ROMANCES.</h2> - -<h4>1. THE MOURNFUL ONE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every heart with pain is smitten<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When they see the stripling pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who upon his face bears written<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grief and sorrow’s mournful tale.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Breezes with compassion lightly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fan his burning brow the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his bosom many a sprightly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Damsel fair would fain beguile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the city’s ceaseless bustle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the wood for peace he flies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merrily the leaves there rustle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Merrier still the bird’s songs rise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the merry song soon ceases,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sadly rustle leaf and tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he, while his grief increases,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nears the forest mournfully.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2. THE MOUNTAIN ECHO.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At sad slow pace across the vale<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There rode a horseman brave:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ah! travel I now to my mistress’s arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or but to the darksome grave?”<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The echo answer gave:<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“The darksome grave!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And farther rode the horseman on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With sighs his thoughts express’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If I thus early must go to my grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet in the grave is rest.”<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The answering voice confess’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“The grave is rest!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Adown the horseman’s furrow’d cheek<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A tear fell on his breast:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If rest I can only find in the grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For me the grave is best.”<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The hollow voice confess’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“The grave is best!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_44" id="page_44"></a>{44}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3. THE TWO BROTHERS.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the mountain summit darkling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lies the castle, veil’d in night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lights are in the valley sparkling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Clashing swords are gleaming bright.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brothers ’tis, who in fierce duel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fight, with wrath to fury fann’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me why these brothers cruel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strive thus madly, sword in hand?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the eyes of Countess Laura<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were they thus in strife array’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both with glowing love adore her,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her, the noble, beauteous maid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unto which now of the brothers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is her heart the most inclined?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She her secret feelings smothers,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Out, then, sword, the truth to find!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And they fight with rage despairing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blows exchange with savage might;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take good heed, ye gallants daring,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mischief walks abroad by night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Woe, O woe, ye brothers cruel!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Woe, O woe, thou vale abhorr’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both fall victims in the duel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Falling on each other’s sword.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Races are to dust converted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many centuries have flown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the castle, now deserted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sadly from the mount looks down.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But at night-time in the valley<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wondrous forms appear again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the stroke of twelve, forth sally<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the fight the brothers twain.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4. POOR PETER.</h4> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While Hans and Grettel are dancing with glee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And each of them loudly rejoices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Peter looks as pale as can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And perfectly mute his voice is.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_45" id="page_45"></a>{45}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While Hans and Grettel are bridegroom and bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And glitter in smart ostentation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Peter must still in his working dress bide,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bites his nails with vexation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then softly Peter said to himself,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As he gazed on the couple sadly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ah, had I not been such a sensible elf,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It had fared with my life but badly!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Within my breast there sits a woe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That seems my breast to sever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where’er I stand, where’er I go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It drives me onward ever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“It makes me tow’rd my loved one fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As if she could restore me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet when I gaze upon her eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My sorrows rise before me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I clamber up the mountain now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In lonely sorrow creeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And standing silent on its brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I cannot cease from weeping.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor Peter slowly totters by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale as a corpse, and stealthily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very people in the street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand still, when his sad form they meet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The maidens whisper’d as they pitied:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The grave he has this moment quitted.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah no, my dear young maidens fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s just about to lie down there!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As he is of his love bereft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grave’s the best place that is left,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he his aching heart may lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sleep until the Judgment Day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5. THE PRISONER’S SONG.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When my grandmother once had bewitch’d a poor girl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The mob would have burnt her quite readily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But though fiercely the judge his mustachios might twirl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She refused to confess her crime steadily.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_46" id="page_46"></a>{46}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when in the caldron they held her fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She shouted and yell’d like a craven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when the black vapour arose, she at last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flew up in the air as a raven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My black and feathery grandmother dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O visit me soon in this tower!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quick, fly through the grating, and come to me here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bring me some cakes to devour!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My black and feathery grandmother dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O prythee protect me from sorrow!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my aunt will be picking my eyes out, I fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I merrily soar hence to-morrow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6. THE GRENADIERS</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Two grenadiers travell’d tow’rds France one day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On leaving their prison in Russia,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sadly they hung their heads in dismay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When they reach’d the frontiers of Prussia.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For there they first heard the story of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That France had utterly perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grand army had met with an overthrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They had captured their Emperor cherish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then both of the grenadiers wept full sore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At hearing the terrible story;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one of them said: “Alas! once more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My wounds are bleeding and gory.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The other one said: “The game’s at an end,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With thee I would die right gladly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I’ve wife and child, whom at home I should tend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For without me they’ll fare but badly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What matters my child, what matters my wife?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A heavier care has arisen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let them beg, if they’re hungry, all their life,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My Emperor sighs in a prison!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Dear brother, pray grant me this one last prayer:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If my hours I now must number,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O take my corpse to my country fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That there it may peacefully slumber.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_47" id="page_47"></a>{47}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The legion of honour, with ribbon red,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon my bosom place thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And put in my hand my musket dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my sword around me brace thou.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And so in my grave will I silently lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And watch like a guard o’er the forces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the roaring of cannon hear I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the trampling of neighing horses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My Emperor then will ride over my grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the swords glitter brightly and rattle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then armed to the teeth will I rise from the grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For my Emperor hasting to battle!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7. THE MESSAGE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Good servant! up, and saddle quick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And leap upon thy steed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to King Duncan’s castle then<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through plain and forest speed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Into the stable creep, and wait,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Till by the helper spied;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then say: “Of Duncan’s daughters, which<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has just become a bride?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And if he says: “The brown one ’tis,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The news bring quickly home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if he says: “The fair one ’tis,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">More slowly thou mayst come.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then go to the ropemaker’s shop,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And buy a rope for me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And riding slowly, bring it here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mute and silent be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8. TAKING THE BRIDE HOME.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll go not alone, my sweetheart dear!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With me thou must go now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the cheery, old, and cosy room<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dreary cold abode of gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where at the door my mother keeps guard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for her son’s return looks hard.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_48" id="page_48"></a>{48}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Away from me, thou gloomy man!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Who bid thee come hither?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy hand’s like ice, thine eye glows bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy breath is burning, thy cheek is white;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I would rather my time beguile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With smell of roses and sun’s sweet smile.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The roses may smell, and the sun may shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">My darling sweetheart!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throw thy spreading white veil thy figure around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Make the chords of the echoing lyre resound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sing a wedding song to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night-wind pipes the melody.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9. DON RAMIRO.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Donna Clara! Donna Clara!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through long years the hotly-loved one<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast will’d now my destruction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will’d it, too, without compassion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Donna Clara! Donna Clara!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Very sweet the gift of life is!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But beneath us all is fearful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the tomb so dark and chilly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Donna Clara, joy! to-morrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will Fernando at the altar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As his wedded bride salute thee,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wilt thou ask me to the wedding?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Don Ramiro! Don Ramiro!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bitterly thy words are sounding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bitt’rer than you stars’ decree is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scoffing at my heart’s own wishes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Don Ramiro! Don Ramiro!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shake thy gloomy sadness from thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the earth are many maidens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But by God have we been parted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Don Ramiro, who so bravely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many Moors hast overpower’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Overpower now thyself too,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come to-morrow to my wedding.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_49" id="page_49"></a>{49}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Donna Clara! Donna Clara!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, I swear it, yes, I’ll come there!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the dance will lead off with thee;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So good night, I’ll come to-morrow.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“So good night!”—The window rattled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sighing stood below Ramiro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeming turn’d to stone long stood he;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then he vanish’d in the darkness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lastly, after lengthen’d conflict,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Night to day in turn surrender’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a blooming flowery garden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies extended fair Toledo.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Palaces and splendid buildings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glitter in the radiant sunlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the churches’ domes so lofty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glisten proudly, as though gilded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Humming like a busy beehive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merrily the bells are sounding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweetly rise the solemn psalm-tunes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the God-devoted churches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But look yonder! but look yonder!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where from out the market chapel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midst the heaving crowd and uproar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Streams the throng in chequer’d masses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Glittering knights and stately ladies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In gay courtly dresses sparkle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the clear-toned bells are ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the organ peals between times.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But with reverence saluted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the people’s midst are walking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nobly clad, the youthful couple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Donna Clara, Don Fernando.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the bridegroom’s palace entrance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slowly moves the gay procession;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There begin the ceremonies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stately, and in olden fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Knightly games and merry feasting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Interchange with loud rejoicing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swiftly fly the hours thus gladly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the shades of night have fallen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_50" id="page_50"></a>{50}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the wedding-guests assemble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the hall, to hold the dances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their chequer’d gala dresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midst the glittering lights are sparkling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On a high-exalted dais<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bride and bridegroom are reclining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Donna Clara, Don Fernando,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Holding loving conversation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the hall are gaily moving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the festal crowd of people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the kettle-drums sound loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the trumpets, too, are crashing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wherefore, O my heart’s fair mistress.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are thy glances so directed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tow’rd the hall’s most distant corner?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus the knight exclaim’d with wonder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Seest thou not, then, Don Fernando,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yonder man in dark cloak hidden?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the knight with smiling answered:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ah, ’tis nothing but a shadow.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the shadow soon approach’d them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a man was in the mantle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Ramiro recognising,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clara greeted him with blushes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the dancing has begun now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the dancers whirl round gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the waltz’s giddy mazes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the ground beneath them trembles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Gladly will I, Don Ramiro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dance become thy partner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou didst not well to come here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a black and nightlike mantle.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But with eyes all fix’d and piercing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looks Ramiro on the fair one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clasping her, with gloom thus speaks he:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At thy bidding have I come here!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the pair of dancers vanish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dance’s giddy mazes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the kettle-drums sound loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the trumpets, too, are crashing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_51" id="page_51"></a>{51}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Snow-white are thy cheeks, Ramiro,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clara speaks with secret trembling.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At thy bidding have I come here!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a hollow voice replies he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the hall the wax-lights glimmer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the ebbing, flowing masses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the kettle-drums sound loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the trumpets, too, are crashing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ice-cold are thy hands, Ramiro,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clara speaks with shudd’ring terror.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At thy bidding have I come here!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And within the whirl they vanish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Leave me, leave me, Don Ramiro!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, thy breath is like a corpse’s!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once again the dark words speaks he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At thy bidding have I come here!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the very ground seems glowing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fiddle, viol sound right merry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a wondrous weft of magic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All within the hall is whirling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Leave me, leave me, Don Ramiro!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sadly sounds amidst the tumult;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don Ramiro ever answers:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At thy bidding have I come here!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the name of God depart, then!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clara with a firm voice utters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the words she scarce had spoken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Ramiro vanish’d from her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Clara, death in every feature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chilly, night-surrounded, stood there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a swoon her lightsome figure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To its darksome kingdom carries.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But at last her misty slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yields, at last her eyelids open,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But again, with deep amazement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would she fain have closed her fair eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For since they began the dancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From her seat had she not moved once,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she still sits by the bridegroom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the anxious knight thus asks her<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_52" id="page_52"></a>{52}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Say, why are thy cheeks so pallid?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherefore is thine eye so darksome?”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And Ramiro?”—stammers Clara,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her tongue is mute with horror.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But with deep and solemn wrinkles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the bridegroom’s brow now furrow’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Lady, bloody news why seek’st thou?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This day’s noontide died Ramiro.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10. BELSHAZZAR.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The midnight hour was coming on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In deathlike calm lay Babylon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But in the monarch’s castle high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Held the monarch’s attendants gay revelry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in the regal hall upstairs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A regal feast Belshazzar shares.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The servants in glittering circles recline,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And empty the goblets of sparkling wine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The servants are shouting, the goblets ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delighting the heart of the ruthless king.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king’s cheeks feel a ruddy glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wine doth swell his ardour so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And blindly led on by his ardour’s wiles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Godhead with blasphemous words he reviles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And wildly he curses and raves aloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Approvingly bellow the serving crowd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king commands with a look that burns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The servant hastens and soon returns.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many golden vessels he bears on his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spoils of Jehovah’s temple dread.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the monarch straight seized on a sacred cup<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With impious hand, and fill’d it up.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And down to the dregs he drains it fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with foaming mouth exclaims at last:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Jehovah, thy power I here defy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The King of Babylon am I.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But scarcely had sounded the fearful word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the heart of the king with terror was stirr’d.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_53" id="page_53"></a>{53}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The yelling laughter is silenced all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deathlike silence fills the hall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And see! And see! On the wall so white<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A human hand appears in sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And letters of flame on the wall so white<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It wrote, and wrote, and vanish’d from sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king the writing with wonderment sees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As pale as death, and with trembling knees.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The awestruck servants sat around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silent sat, and utter’d no sound.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The magicians appear’d, but none ’mongst them all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could rightly interpret the words on the wall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Belshazzar the king the selfsame night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was slain by his servants,—a ghastly sight.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11. THE MINNESINGERS.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the minstrels’ strife engaging<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pass the Minnesingers by;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strange the war that they are waging,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strange the tourney where they vie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fancy, that for battle nerves him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is the Minnesinger’s steed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Art as trusty buckler serves him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his word’s a sword indeed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauteous dames, with glances pleasant,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the balcony look down;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the right one is not present<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the proper laurel crown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Other combatants, when springing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the lists, at least are sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Minnesingers must be bringing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the fray a deadly wound.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He from whom the most there draineth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Song’s blood from the inmost breast,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is victor, and obtaineth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From fair lips the praise most blest,<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_54" id="page_54"></a>{54}</span></p> - -<h4>12. LOOKING FROM THE WINDOW.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair Hedwig lay at the window, to see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If pale Henry would chance to detect her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She said half aloud: “Why goodness me!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The man is as pale as a spectre!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With yearning pale Henry look’d above<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At her window, in hopes to detect her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair Hedwig now felt the torments of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And she became pale as a spectre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Love-sick, now stood fair Hedwig all day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At her window, lest he should reject her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But soon in pale Henry’s arms she lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All night, at the time for a spectre.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>13. THE WOUNDED KNIGHT.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know a story of anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A tale of the times of old;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A knight with love doth languish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His mistress is faithless and cold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As faithless must he esteem now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her whom in his heart he adored;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His loving pangs must he deem now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Disgraceful and abhorr’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain in the lists would he wander,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And challenge to battle each knight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Let him who my mistress dares slander<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Make ready at once for the fight!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But all are silent, save only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His grief, that so fiercely doth burn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lance he against his own lonely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Accusing bosom must turn.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>14. THE SEA-VOYAGE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I leaning stood against the mast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And told each wave of ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell, my beauteous fatherland!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My bark, how swift thy motion!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I pass’d my lovely mistress’ house,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The windows gleam’d all over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But though I gazed and gazed and gazed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No sign could I discover.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_55" id="page_55"></a>{55}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye tears, obscure not thus mine eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On this too-painful morrow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love-sick heart, O do not break<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With overweight of sorrow!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>15. THE SONG OF REPENTANCE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sir Ulrich rides in the forest so green,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The leaves with joy seem laden;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sees, the trees’ thick branches between,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The form of a beauteous maiden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The youth then said: “Well know I thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So blooming and glowing thy face is;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alluringly ever encircles it me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In deserts or crowded places.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Those lips, by fresh loveliness ever stirr’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appear a pair of roses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet many a hateful bitter word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That roguish mouth discloses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A pretty rosebush a mouth like this<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Resembles very closely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where cunning poisonous serpents hiss<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Amid the leaves morosely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Within those beauteous cheeks there lies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sweet and beauteous dimple;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is the grave where I fell by surprise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lured on by a yearning simple.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There see I the beauteous locks of hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That once so lovingly pleased me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is the net so wondrous fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wherewith the Evil One seized me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And that blue eye, that so sweetly fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As clear as the ocean even,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It proved to be the portal of hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though I thought it the gateway of heaven.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the wood still farther Sir Ulrich doth ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The leaves make a rustling dreary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A second figure afar he spied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That seem’d so sad and weary.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_56" id="page_56"></a>{56}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The youth then said: “O mother dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who lov’dst me to distraction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to whom in life I caused many a tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By evil word and action!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O would that to dry thine eyes could avail<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My sorrow so fiercely glowing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O could I but redden thy cheeks so pale<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the blood from my own heart flowing!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And farther rides Sir Ulrich there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The night o’er the forest is falling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many singular voices fill the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The evening breezes are calling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The youth then hears his sorrowing words<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full often near him ringing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis the notes of the mocking forest birds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All twittering loudly and singing:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Sir Ulrich sings a pretty song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We call it the song of repentance:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when he has reach’d the end of his song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He’ll repeat it sentence by sentence.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>16. TO A SINGER, ON HER SINGING AN OLD ROMANCE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still think I of the magic fair one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How on her first my glances fell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How her dear tones resounded sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they my heart enthrall’d completely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How down my cheeks the tears coursed fleetly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But how it chanced, I could not tell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There over me had crept a vision:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Methought I was again a child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in my mother’s chamber sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In silence, by the lamp-light flitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reading fairy tales befitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whilst outside roar’d the tempest wild.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tales began with life to glimmer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The knights arise from out the grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Roncesvall the battle rages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir Roland in the fight engages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with him many a valiant page is,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And also Ganelon, the knave.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_57" id="page_57"></a>{57}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By him is Roland ill entreated,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He swims in blood, fast ebbs his breath;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce can his horn, at such far distance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Call Charlemagne to his assistance:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So passed away the knight’s existence,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, with him, sank my dream in death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was a loud confusèd echo<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That from my vision wakened me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The legend that she sang was ended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people heartily commended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ofttimes shouted: “Bravo! splendid!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Low bow’d the singer gracefully.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>17. THE SONG OF THE DUCATS.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O my golden ducats dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me why ye are not here?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are ye with the golden fishes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which within the stream so gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leap and splash and wriggle daily?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are ye with the golden flow’rets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, o’er green fields scattered lightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the morning dew gleam brightly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are ye with the golden bird-kins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which we see in happy chorus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the blue skies hov’ring o’er us?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are ye with the golden planets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which in radiant crowds each even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smile in yonder distant heaven?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye, alas, my golden ducats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swim not in the streamlet bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sparkle not on meadow green,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hover not in skies serene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smile not in the heavens by night.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Creditors, with greedy paws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold you safely in their claws.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>18. DIALOGUE ON PADERBORN HEATH.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hear’st thou not far music ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As of double-bass and fiddle?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many fair ones there are springing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gaily up and down the middle.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_58" id="page_58"></a>{58}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“You’re mistaken friend, in speaking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thus of fiddle and its brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I but hear young porkers squeaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the grunting of their mother.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hear’st thou not the forest bugle?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hunters in the chase are straying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gentle lambs are feeding, frugal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shepherds on their pipes are playing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah, my friend, what you just now heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Was not bugles, pipes, or hunters;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I can only see the sow-herd<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Slowly driving home his grunters.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hear’st thou not the distant voices<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In sweet rivalry contending?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many an angel blest rejoices<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strains like these to hear ascending.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah, that music sweetly ringing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is, my friend, no rival chorus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis but youthful gooseherds, singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As they drive their geese before us.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hear’st thou not the church-bells holy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet and clear, with deep emotion?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the village-chapel slowly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wend the people with devotion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah, my friend, the bells ’tis only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the cows and oxen also,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who, with sunken heads and lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Go back to their gloomy stalls so.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See’st thou not the veil just moving?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">See’st thou not those soft advances?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There I see my mistress loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Humid sorrow in her glances.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She, my friend, who nods so much, is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“An old woman, Betsy namely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pale and haggard, on her crutches<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O’er the meadow limps she lamely.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Overwhelm me with confusion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At my questions, friend, each minute;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wilt thou deem a mere illusion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What my bosom holds within it?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_59" id="page_59"></a>{59}</span></p> - -<h4>19. LIFE’S SALUTATIONS. (From an Album.)</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This earth resembles a highway vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We men are the trav’llers along it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On foot and on horseback we hurry on fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as runners or couriers throng it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In passing each other, we nod and we greet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With our handkerchiefs waved from the coaches;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We fain would embrace, but our horses are fleet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And speed on, despite all reproaches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear Prince Alexander, as onward we go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We scarcely have met at a station,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the signal to start the postilions blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Compelling our sad separation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>20. QUITE TRUE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the spring returns with the sun’s sweet light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The flowers then bud and blossom apace;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the moon begins her radiant race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the stars swim after her track so bright.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the minstrel sees two beautiful eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then songs from his inmost bosom arise;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But songs and stars and flowerets gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eyes and moonbeams and sun’s bright ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">However delightful they are,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Don’t make up the world, friend, by far.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>4. SONNETS.<br /><br /> -TO A. W. VON SCHLEGEL.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In dainty hoop, with flowers all-richly dight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With beauty-patches on her painted face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With pointed shoes all hung about with lace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With tow’ring curls, and, wasp-like, fasten’d tight,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus was the spurious muse equipp’d that night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When first she offer’d thee her fond embrace;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But thou eludedst her and leftst the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Led by a mystic impulse from her sight:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_60" id="page_60"></a>{60}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A castle in the desert thou didst find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, like a lovely marble image shrin’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lay a fair maid, in magic slumber sunk;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But soon the spell was loosed,—when kiss’d by thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With smiles the lawful muse of Germany<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Awoke, and sank within thine arms, love-drunk.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TO_MY_MOTHER_B_HEINE_nee_VON_GELDERN" id="TO_MY_MOTHER_B_HEINE_nee_VON_GELDERN"></a>TO MY MOTHER, B. HEINE, <i>née</i> VON GELDERN.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have been wont to bear my head right high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My temper too is somewhat stern and rough;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Even before a monarch’s cold rebuff<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not timidly avert mine eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet, mother dear, I’ll tell it openly:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Much as my haughty pride may swell and puff,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I feel submissive and subdued enough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thy much-cherished, darling form is nigh.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it thy spirit that subdues me then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy spirit, grasping all things in its ken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soaring to the light of heaven again?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the sad recollection I’m oppress’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I have done so much that grieved thy breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which loved me, more than all things else, the best.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With foolish fancy I deserted thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I fain would search the whole world through, to learn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If in it I perchance could love discern,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I might love embrace right-lovingly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought for love as far as eye could see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My hands extending at each door in turn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Begging them not my prayer for love to spurn—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cold hate alone they laughing gave to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ever search’d I after love; yes, ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Search’d after love, but love discover’d never,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And so I homeward went, with troubled thought;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou wert there to welcome me again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, ah, what in thy dear eye floated then<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>That</i> was the sweet love I so long had sought.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_61" id="page_61"></a>{61}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_H_S" id="TO_H_S"></a>TO H. S.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I thy book, friend, open hastily,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full many a cherish’d picture meets my view,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a golden image that I knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In boyish dreams and days of infancy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proudly tow’rd heaven upsoaring, then I see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pious dome, rotted by religion true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I bear the sound of bell and organ too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love’s sweet lament at times addressing me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well see I, too, how o’er the dome they skip,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The nimble dwarfs, and with malicious joy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The beauteous flow’r- and carvèd- work destroy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But though the oak of foliage we may strip,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rob it of its fair and verdant grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When spring returns, fresh leaves it dons apace.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FRESCO-SONNETS_TO_CHRISTIAN_S" id="FRESCO-SONNETS_TO_CHRISTIAN_S"></a>FRESCO-SONNETS TO CHRISTIAN S—.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I take no notice of the blockheads tame<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who, seeming to be golden, are but sand;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I never offer to that rogue my hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who secretly would injure my good name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I bow not to the harlots who proclaim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Boldly their infamy throughout the land;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when in victor-cars the rabble band<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draw their vain idols, with them I ne’er came.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well know I that the oak must fall indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst by the streamlet’s side the pliant reed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands in all winds and weathers, fearing not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But say, what is the reed’s eventual lot?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What joy! As walking-stick it serves the dandy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or else for beating clothes they find it handy.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give me a mask, I’ll join the masquerade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As country clown, so that the rabble rot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who in their proud disguises strut about<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May not suppose me one of their vile trade.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me low manners, words on purpose made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To show vulgarity beyond all doubt;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All sparks of spirit I’ll with care put out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherewith dull fools coquet in accents staid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_62" id="page_62"></a>{62}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So will I dance then at the great mask’d ball,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By German knights, monks, kings surrounded too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By Harlequin saluted, known to few.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With wooden swords they’ll strike me, one and all.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That is the joke. For if I show my face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rascals will be silenced in disgrace.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I laugh at all the fools who at me gape,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And whom with prying goat-like face I see;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I laugh at every fox who knavishly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And idly snuffs me like a very grape;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I laugh at every vain pretentious ape,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who a proud judge of genius claims to be;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I laugh at all the knaves who threaten me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With poisonous weapons whence there’s no escape.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For when the charming fancies joy once gave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are wrested from us by the hands of fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And at our feet in thousand atoms cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And when our very heart is torn at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All torn and cut and pierced and desolate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fine shrill laugh we still have power to save.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A strange and charming tale still haunts my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wherein a song the leading part assumes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in the song there lives and twines and blooms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lovely specimen of womankind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in this maiden is a heart enshrined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet no love that little heart illumes;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her loveless frosty disposition dooms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her life to suffer from her pride so blind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear’st thou how in my head the tale comes back?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And how the song sounds solemnly and sad?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And how the maiden titters softly yet?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I only fear lest my poor head should crack.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alas! it would indeed be far too bad,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">If my unlucky reason were upset.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At evening’s silent, melancholy hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Long buried songs around me take their place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And burning tears course swiftly down my face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my old heart-wounds bleed with greater power.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_63" id="page_63"></a>{63}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love’s dear image like a beauteous flower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As in a magic glass again I trace;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In bodice red she sits and sews apace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silence reigns around her blissful bower.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But on a sudden springs she from her seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cuts from her dear head a beauteous lock,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gives it me—the very joy’s a shock.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Evil One soon spoilt my rapture sweet:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hair he twisted in a rope full strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a year has dragg’d me thus along.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“When I a year ago again met thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No kiss thou gav’st me in that moment blest;”—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus spake I, and my love a kiss impress’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rosy mouth upon my lips with glee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a sweet smile she from a myrtle tree<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hard by us pluck’d a twig, and said in jest:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Take thou this twig, in fresh earth let it rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And o’er it place a glass,”—then nodded she.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twas long ago. The twig died in the pot.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis many a year since she hath cross’d my sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in my head that kiss still burneth hot.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lately returning home, I sought the place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where dwells my love. Before her house all night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stood, and left when morning show’d its face.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of savage devils’-brats, my friend, beware,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But gentle angels’-brats more hearts will break;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once such a one a sweet kiss bid me take,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when I came, I felt sharp talons there.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of black and ancient cats, my friend, take care,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But white young kittens are still more awake;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once such a one my sweetheart did I make,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart my sweetheart savagely did tear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O darling brat! O maiden passing sweet!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How could thy clear eye e’er deceive me so?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How could thy paw e’er give me such a blow?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O my dear kitten’s paw so soft and neat!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could I but press thee to my glowing lip!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And could my life-blood meanwhile cease to drip!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_64" id="page_64"></a>{64}</span></p> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou oft hast seen me boldly strive with those,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both spectacled old fop and painted dame,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who gladly would destroy my honest name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gladly see my last expiring throes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou oft hast seen bow pedants round me close,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How fools with cap and bells my life defame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How poisonous serpents gnaw my sinking frame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst from a thousand wounds my life-blood flows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But firm as any tower there stood thy form;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy head a lighthouse was amid the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy faithful heart a haven was for me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though round that haven roars the raging main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And few the ships the landing place that gain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once there, we slumber in security.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fain would I weep, but, ah, I cannot weep;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fain would I upwards full of vigour spring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But cannot; to the earth I needs must cling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spurn’d by the reptiles that around me creep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fain would I near my beauteous mistress keep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Near my bright light of life be hovering,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in her dear sweet breath be revelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But cannot; for my heart with sorrow deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is breaking; from my broken heart doth flow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My burning blood, my strength within me fades<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And darker, darker grows the world to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With secret awe I yearn unceasingly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For yonder misty realm, where silent shades<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their gentle loving arms around me throw.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_65" id="page_65"></a>{65}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LYRICAL_INTERLUDE" id="LYRICAL_INTERLUDE"></a><i>LYRICAL INTERLUDE.</i><br /><br /> -1822-23.</h2> - -<h2>PROLOGUE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There once lived a knight, who was mournful and bent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His cheeks white as snow were, and hollow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He totter’d and stagger’d wherever he went,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A vain vision attempting to follow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He seem’d so clumsy and awkward and gauche,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the flowers and girls, when they saw him approach,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their merriment scarcely could swallow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From his room’s darkest corner he often ne’er stirr’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Esteeming the sight of men shocking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And extended his arms, without speaking a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As though some vain phantom were mocking.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But scarce had the hour of midnight drawn near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a wonderful singing and noise met his ear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he heard at the door a strange knocking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His mistress then secretly enters the room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a dress made of foam of the ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She glows like a rosebud, so sweet is her bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her jewell’d veil’s ever in motion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her golden locks play round her form slim and tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their eyes meet with rapture, and straightway they fall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In each other’s arms with devotion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In his loving embraces the knight holds her fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dullard with passion is glowing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He reddens, the dreamer awakens at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bolder and bolder he’s growing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she grows more saucy and mocking instead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gently and softly she covers his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her white jewell’d veil o’er him throwing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To a watery palace of crystal bright<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The knight on a sudden is taken;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His eyes are dazzled by radiant light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By his wits he is well-nigh forsaken.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the nymph holds him closely embraced by her side<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The knight is the bridegroom, the nymph is the bride<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While her maidens the lute’s notes awaken.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_66" id="page_66"></a>{66}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So sweetly they play and so sweetly they sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the dance they are moving so lightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the knight before long finds his senses take wing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He embraces his sweet one more tightly—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all of a sudden the lights disappear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the knight’s once more sitting in solitude drear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his poet’s low garret unsightly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas in the beauteous month of May,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When all the flowers were springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That first within my bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I heard love’s echo ringing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas in the beauteous month of May,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When all the birds were singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That first I to my sweetheart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My vows of love was bringing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From out of my tears all burning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many blooming flowerets break,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my sighs combining<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A chorus of nightingales make.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And if thou dost love me, my darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To thee shall the flowerets belong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before thy window shall echo<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The nightingale’s tuneful song.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The rose and the lily, the dove and the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I loved them all dearly once, every one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love them no longer, I love now alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The small one, the neat one, the pure one, mine own.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, she herself, the fount of all love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When gazing on thy beauteous eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All thought of sorrow straightway flies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when I kiss thy mouth so sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My cure is perfect and complete.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_67" id="page_67"></a>{67}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When leaning on thy darling breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel with heavenly rapture blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when thou sayest: “I love thee!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I begin weeping bitterly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy face, so lovely and serene,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vision I have lately seen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So like an angel’s ’tis, and meek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though bitter grief has blanch’d thy cheek.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy lips alone, they still are red;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death soon will kiss them pale and dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavenly light will soon be o’er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That from thine eyes is wont to pour.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O lean thy beauteous cheek on mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That our tears together may mingle!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against my bosom press thou thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That their flames may no longer be single<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when with the flame is mingled at last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The stream of our tears all burning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mine arm is lovingly round thee cast,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll die of my love’s sweet yearning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll dip my spirit discreetly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the cup of the lily down here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lily shall sing to me sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A song of my mistress dear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The song shall tremble and quiver,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like that delicious kiss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of which her mouth was the giver<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a wondrous moment of bliss.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The stars in yonder heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Immovably have stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thousands of years, regarding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each other in sad loving mood.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_68" id="page_68"></a>{68}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They speak a mysterious language<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That’s rich and sweet to the ear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet no philologist living<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can make its meaning clear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I’ve learnt it, and ne’er will forget it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whatever the time and place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As my grammar I used for the purpose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My own dear mistress’s face.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On song’s exulting pinion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll bear thee, my sweetheart fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Ganges holds his dominion,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sweetest of spots know I there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There a red blooming garden is lying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the moonlight silent and clear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lotos flowers are sighing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For their sister so pretty and dear<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The violets prattle and titter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gaze on the stars high above<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roses mysteriously twitter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their fragrant stories of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The gazelles so gentle and clever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Skip lightly in frolicsome mood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the distance roars ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The holy river’s loud flood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And there, while joyously sinking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the palm by the stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love and repose while drinking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of blissful visions we’ll dream.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lotos flower is troubled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the sun’s resplendent light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sunken head and sadly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She dreamily waits for the night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon appears as her wooer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She wakes at his fond embrace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For him she kindly uncovers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her sweetly flowering face.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_69" id="page_69"></a>{69}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She blooms and glows and glistens,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mutely gazes above;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She weeps and exhales and trembles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With love and the sorrows of love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the Rhine, that beautiful river,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sacred town of Cologne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With its vast cathedral, is ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full clearly mirror’d and shown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A picture on golden leather<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In that fair cathedral is seen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On my life, so sad altogether,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It hath cast its rays serene.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The flowers and angels hover<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Round our dear Lady there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eyes, lips, cheeks, all over<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Resemble my mistress fair.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>12.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou lov’st me not, thou tellest me.—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It troubles me but slightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when thy beauteous face I see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No king’s heart beats more lightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou hatest me, thy red lips say<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With well-pretended snarling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when sweet kisses they convey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’m comforted, my darling.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>13.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full lovingly thou must embrace me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My mistress beauteous and sweet!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pliant form interlace me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with thine arms and thy feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fairest of snakes e’er created<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With vigour encircles anon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clasps and twines round the elated<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And happy Laocoon.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>14.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Swear not at all, but only kiss!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All woman’s oaths I hold amiss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy word is sweet, but sweeter far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The kisses that my guerdon are.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_70" id="page_70"></a>{70}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">These keep I, while thy words but seem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A passing cloud, or fragrant dream.<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * * *</span><br /> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now then, my loved one, swear away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll credit all that thou dost say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I sink upon thy breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll think that I am truly blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll think that, love, eternally<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even longer, thou’lt love me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>15.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon my mistress’s eyes so clear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I write the fairest cantatas;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my mistress’s mouth sincere<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I write the best of terzinas;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my mistress’s cheeks so dear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I write the cleverest stanzas;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had my mistress a heart, upon it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I soon would write a charming sonnet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>16.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The world’s an ass, the world can’t see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And grows more stupid daily:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It says, my darling child, of thee,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou livest far too gaily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The world’s an ass, the world can’t see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy character not knowing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It knows not how sweet thy kisses be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How rapturously glowing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>17.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Loved one—gladly would I know it,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Art thou but a vision fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as in his brain the poet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loves in summer to prepare?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No! such eyes of magic splendour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lips so rosy and so warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a child, so sweet and tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Never did the poet form.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Basilisks and vampires gory,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dragons, monsters of the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suchlike evil beasts of story<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the poet’s fire have birth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_71" id="page_71"></a>{71}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But thyself, thy wiles insidious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy face, so sweet and staid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy kindly looks perfidious,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These the poet never made.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>18.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gleams my love in beauty’s splendour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like the child of ocean foam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As his bride my mistress tender<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is a stranger taking home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though ’tis treason, don’t abuse it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heart, thou much-enduring one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear it, bear it, and excuse it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What the beauteous fool hath done.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>19.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll not be angry, though my heart should break,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Evermore lost one! no complaint I’ll make.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though thou may’st sparkle ’neath thy diamonds bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No ray can pierce thy heart’s unceasing night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve known it long. In vision saw I thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How night thy heart doth fill unceasingly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how the serpent at thy heart doth gnaw,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How wretched, love, thou art, too well I saw.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>20.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou’rt wretched, yes!—but no complaint I’ll make;—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My love, we both, alas, must wretched be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till death our poor afflicted hearts doth break,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My love, we both, alas, must wretched be!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I see the scorn that round thy mouth doth play,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I see thine eyes that glance so haughtily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see the pride that doth thy bosom sway,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet thou art wretched, wretched e’en as I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grief lurks around thy mouth, unseen indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With hidden tears thine eyes can scarcely see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And secret wounds on thy proud bosom feed—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My love, we both, alas, must wretched be!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_72" id="page_72"></a>{72}</span></p> - -<h4>21.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The flutes and fiddles are sounding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The trumpets ringing clear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the wedding dance is bounding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart’s own mistress dear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The shawms and kettle-drums vying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In noisy chorus I hear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But meanwhile good angels are sighing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And weeping many a tear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>22.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou scarcely could’st have forgotten it faster,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I of thine heart so long was the master;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine heart so false, so small, and so sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sweeter and falser I never shall meet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou now hast forgotten the love and disaster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That made my heart throb all the faster;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not if love was the greatest, or woe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That both were great, full well I know.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>23.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O if the tiny flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But knew of my wounded heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their tears, like mine, in showers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would fall, to cure the smart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If knew the nightingales only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I’m so mournful and sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They would cheer my misery lonely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With their notes so tuneful and glad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If the golden stars high o’er us<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But knew of my bitter woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They would speak words of comfort in chorus,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Descending hither below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not one of these can allay it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One only knows of my smart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis she, I grieve to say it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who thus hath wounded my heart.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>24.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O why have the roses lost their hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet love, O tell me why?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why mutely thus do the violets blue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the verdant meadows sigh?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_73" id="page_73"></a>{73}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O why doth the lark up high in the air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a voice so mournful sing?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O why doth each fragrant floweret fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Exhale like a poisonous thing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O wherefore looks the sun to-day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the fields, so full of gloom?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O why doth the earth appear so grey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dreary as a tomb?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why feel I myself so mournful and weak,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet love, I put it to thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My own sweet darling, sweet love, O speak,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O wherefore leavest thou me?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>25.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For thine ear many tales they invented,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And loud complaints preferred;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But how my soul was tormented,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of this they said not a word.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They prated of mischief and evil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mournfully shook their head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They liken’d poor me to the devil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thou didst believe what they said.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, O; the worst and the saddest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of this they nothing knew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The saddest and the maddest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my heart was hidden from view.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>26.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The linden blossom’d, the nightingale sung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sun was laughing with radiance bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou kissed’st me then, while thine arm round me clung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To thy heaving bosom thou pressed’st me tight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The raven was screeching, the leaves fast fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sun gazed cheerlessly down on the sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We coldly said to each other “Farewell!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou politely didst make me a curtsey polite.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>27.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We have felt for each other emotions soft,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet our tempers always were matching,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At “man and wife” we have play’d full oft,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet ne’er took to fighting and scratching.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have shouted together, together been gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tenderly kiss’d and fondled away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_74" id="page_74"></a>{74}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last we play’d in forest and dell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At hide and seek, like sister and brother.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And managed to hide ourselves so well,<br /></span> -<span class="i1">That never since then have we seen each other.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>28.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve no belief in the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of which the parsons rave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thine eyes believe I only,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their heavenly light I lave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve no belief in the Maker<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of whom the parsons rave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thine heart believe I only,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No other God will I have.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve no belief in the devil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In hell or the pains of hell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In thine eyes believe I only,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thine evil heart as well.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>29.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To me thou wert faithful and steady,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And madest for me supplication;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my troubles and sad tribulation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy comfort always was ready.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Food and drink thou gav’st me in payment,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And plenty of money didst lend me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And also a passport didst send me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As well as some changes of raiment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From heat and from coldness unpleasant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May heaven, my dear one, long guard thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And may it never reward thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The kindness shown me at present!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>30.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The earth had long been avaricious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But May, when she came, gave with great prodigality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all things now smile with rapture delicious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But I for laughter have no partiality.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The blue bells are ringing, their beauty displaying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The birds, as in fables, talk sentimentality;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I take no pleasure in all they are saying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I am quite wretched in sober reality.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_75" id="page_75"></a>{75}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All men I detest, and now cannot meet one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not even my friend, with the least cordiality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this all because my amiable sweet one<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They “madam” entitle, with chilling formality.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>31.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when I so long, so long had delay’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In foreign lands had in reveries stay’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My loved one found it too long to wait,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sew’d herself a wedding-dress straight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then embraced in her arms, willy-nilly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As bridegroom, the youth in the world the most silly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My loved one is so beauteous and soft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before me still hovers her image oft;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her rosy cheeks, her violet eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all the year round glow bright as the skies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I could fly from such charming attractions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the silliest far of my silliest actions.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>32.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lovely eyes of violet blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauteous cheeks of rosy hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hands so like white lilies too,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these still sweetly blossom and bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heart alone is cold as the tomb.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>33.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The earth is so fair, and the heavens so bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The breezes are breathing with soothing might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blooming fields with flowers are dight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the morning dew all radiant with light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All men are rejoicing that meet my sight—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My bed in the grave I fain would be pressing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The corpse of my mistress dear caressing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>34.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When in the tomb, my mistress fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chilly tomb, thou must hide thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll soon descend to rejoin thee there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fondly nestle beside thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wildly will press thee, embrace thee, and kiss<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My pale, cold, fearful-to-see love!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll tremble, weep, shout with rapturous bliss,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And soon be a corpse like thee, love.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_76" id="page_76"></a>{76}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dead will arise, when midnight is nigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dance in airy troops lightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we in the tomb will quietly lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thine arms embracing me tightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dead will arise, when the loud trump of doom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To bliss or to torment is calling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But regardless of all, we’ll remain in the tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still clasp’d in embraces enthralling.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>35.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A lonely fir tree is standing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On a northern barren height;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cast round it a garment of white.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It dreams of a slender palm-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which far in the Eastern land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside a precipice scorching<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In silent sorrow doth stand.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>36.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair, bright, golden constellation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek my love’s far habitation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell her that I still am true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sick at heart and palefaced too.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>37.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>The head speaks.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, were I but the footstool e’en<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On which my loved one’s foot doth rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ne’er to grumble should be seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">However hard I might be press’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>The heart speaks.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, were I but the cushion soft<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wherein her pins she’s wont to stick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ’twere her will to prick me oft,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I should rejoice at every prick.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>The song speaks.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, were I but the paper dear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wherewith she’s wont her hair to curl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d gently whisper in her ear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The thoughts that in me live and whirl.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_77" id="page_77"></a>{77}</span></p> - -<h4>38.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Since my darling one has left me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Power of laughing is bereft me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blockheads fain would raise a joke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But no laughter can provoke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Since I’ve lost my darling one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Power of weeping, too, is gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though my heart with sorrow deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wellnigh breaks, I cannot weep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>39.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My little songs do I utter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From out of my great, great sorrow;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some tinkling pinions they borrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tow’rd her bosom they flutter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They found it, and over it hover’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But soon return’d they, complaining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet to tell me disdaining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What they in her bosom discover’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>40.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet darling, beloved by me solely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The thoughts in my memory dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That once I possess’d thee wholly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy soul and body as well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy body, so young and tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I need, beyond all doubt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy soul to the tomb I’ll surrender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ve plenty of soul without.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll cut my soul in sunder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And half of it breathe into thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I embrace thee,—O wonder!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One soul and body we’ll be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>41.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The blockheads, their holidays keeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are walking through forest and plain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shout, and like kittens are leaping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hail sweet Nature again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They gaze, with glances that glisten,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On each romantic thing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With ears like asses they listen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To hear the sparrows sing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_78" id="page_78"></a>{78}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My chamber window to darken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With black cloth I hang it by day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the signal my spirits straight hearken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Day-visits they hasten to pay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My olden love also draws nigh me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the realms of the dead she appears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She, weeping, sits gently close by me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And softens my bosom to tears.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>42.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many visions of times long vanish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Arise from out of their tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And show me how once in thy presence<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I lived in my life’s young bloom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All day I mournfully totter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the streets, as though in a dream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people gazed on me with wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So silent and sad did I seem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The night-time suited me better,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deserted the streets were then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I and my shadow together<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We wandered in silence again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With footsteps echoing loudly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I wander’d over the bridge;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon with solemn look hail’d me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As she burst through the cloudy ridge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I stood in front of thy dwelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fondly gazed up on high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I gazed up towards thy window,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart breathed many a sigh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well know I that thou from the window<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full often hast gazed below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the moonlight hast seen me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stand fix’d, the image of woe.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>43.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A youth once loved a maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who loved another instead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other himself loved another,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with the latter did wed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_79" id="page_79"></a>{79}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The maiden, in scornful anger,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Straight married the first of the men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who happened to come across her,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The youth was heart-broken then.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis only an old, old story,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet it ever seems new;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heart of him whom it pictures<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will soon be broken in two.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>44.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Friendship, love, philosophers’ stone,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These three things men value alone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, too, valued and sought them ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, alas, discovered them never.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>45.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On hearing the strains enthralling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That my loved one sang to me erst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With torments fierce and appalling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart is ready to burst.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impell’d by a gloomy yearning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I seek in the forest relief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there in tears hotly burning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I quench my anguish and grief.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>46.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The child of a king in dream have I seen;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How tear-stain’d and pallid her face is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we quietly sit ’neath the linden green,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Held fast in each other’s embraces!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thy father’s throne is nothing to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor yet his sceptre all golden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And diamond crown; for nothing but thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet love, will I be beholden.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That may not be,” the maiden replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For I in my grave am lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only by night can I be by thy side,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To thy loving caresses replying.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>47.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet love, in fond converse together<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the light canoe sat we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still the night was, and calm was the weather,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As we skimm’d o’er the wide-spreading sea.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_80" id="page_80"></a>{80}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fair spirit-islands before us<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the glimmering moonlight lay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet tones came floating o’er us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the mists were dancing in play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On danced they with merrier motion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sweeter still sounded the song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But over the boundless ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We mournfully floated along.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>48.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From older legends springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appears a snow-white band<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With joyous strains, and singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From some far magic-land,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where flowers in glowing splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pine in the evening sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bridal glances tender<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cast sweetly every one;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where all the trees, uniting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In chorus, shout below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bubbling brooks delighting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ear, like music flow;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And love-songs fierce and burning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unheard of bliss impart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till sweet and wondrous yearning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Befools the throbbing heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, could I thither travel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ease my aching breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my grief unravel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there be free and blest!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That land, whence care and trouble<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are banish’d, that in dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft see I, like a bubble<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dissolves, when morning beams.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>49.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve loved thee long, and I love thee still<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And e’en if the world were shatter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My glowing love would glisten and thrill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though widely earth’s ruins were scatter’d.<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">. . . . . . . . . .</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_81" id="page_81"></a>{81}</span> - -<span class="i0">And when I thus have loved thee so well<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till the hour of death has sounded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll take with me e’en to my tomb’s dark cell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My love-pangs fierce and unbounded.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>50.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the glimmering summer morning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I pace the garden alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowers are whisp’ring and speaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But silently wander I on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The flowers are whisp’ring and speaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My form with compassion they scan:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O pray be kind to our sister,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou mournful and pale-faced man!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>51.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her dark attire thus wearing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My love appears to my sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a tale of sorrow despairing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That’s told in the long summer night:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the magical garden there wander<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Two lovers mute and alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sweet sing the nightingales yonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The moonbeams are over them thrown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Like a statue the maiden stands mildly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At her feet the faithful knight lies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The forest giant comes wildly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The sorrowing maiden soon flies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Soon the knight on the ground lies all gory,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The giant goes home at his ease—”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I am buried, the story<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is ended as soon as you please.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>52.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They often have vex’d me sadly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And worried me early and late;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While some with their love have annoy’d me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The others pursued me with hate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My bread they have utterly poison’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And poison’d my cup too of late;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While some with their love have annoy’d me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The others pursued me with hate.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_82" id="page_82"></a>{82}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But she who more than all others<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has vex’d me, and worried, and chafed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She only with hate ne’er pursued me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She only her love ne’er vouchsafed.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>53.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There lies the glow of summer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon thy cheek confess’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in thine heart cold winter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has made its place of rest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All this will soon be alter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My dearest love and best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winter on thy cheek be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The summer in thy breast!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>54.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When two fond lovers are parted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They give each other the hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To weep and to sigh beginning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And losing all self-command.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But not one single tear wept we,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No Ah! or Alas! did we sigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our tears and our sighs both together<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Too surely came by-and-by.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>55.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They sat round the tea-table drinking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And speaking of love a great deal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The men of æsthetics were thinking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ladies more prone were to feel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“All love ought to be but platonical”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wither’d old counsellor said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wife by a smile quite ironical<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rejoin’d, and then sighed “Ah!” instead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Said the canon with visage dejected:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Love ne’er should be suffered to go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Too far, or the health is affected;”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The maiden then simper’d: “How so?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Countess her sad feelings vented,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said “Love is a passion, I’m sure,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then to the Baron presented<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His cup with politeness demure.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_83" id="page_83"></a>{83}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A place was still empty at table;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My darling, ’twas thou wert away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hadst been so especially able<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tale of thy love, sweet, to say.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>56.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My songs with poison are tainted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But how could it otherwise be?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My blossoming life thou hast poison’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And made it hateful to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My songs with poison are tainted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But how could it otherwise be?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my heart many serpents I carry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thee too, my dearest love, thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>57.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I dreamt once more the vision of yore:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The time was a fair May even,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sat ’neath the linden, and there we swore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be faithful, in presence of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And once and again we plighted our troth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And titter’d, caress’d, kiss’d so dearly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lest I should fail to remember my oath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My hand thou then bittest severely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O sweetest love, with the eyes so bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O sweet one, so fair and so biteful!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The swearing was doubtless all proper and right<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the biting was rather too spiteful!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>58.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I stand on the brow of the mountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sentimentally sigh.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O were I only a bird now!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I many a thousand times cry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O were I only a swallow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My darling, to thee would I fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon a nest would I build me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy lattice window hard by.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O were I a nightingale only,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I would fly, my darling, to thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sing my sweet songs by night-time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perch’d high in the green linden tree.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_84" id="page_84"></a>{84}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O were I only a bullfinch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I would fly straight into thy heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the bullfinch thou always wert kindly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And healest the bullfinch’s smart.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>59.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My carriage is traversing slowly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The greenwood merry and bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through flowering valleys, like magic<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Illumed by the sun’s glowing light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m sitting and thinking and dreaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And muse on my mistress dear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, nodding their heads at the window,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Three shadowy figures appear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They skip and they make wry grimaces,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So scoffing and yet so shy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twirling mist-like together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They titter and haste swiftly by.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>60.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vision I lately was weeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I dreamt thou wert laid in thy grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I awoke, and the tears unceasing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My cheeks continued to lave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vision I lately was weeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I dreamt I was left, love, by thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I awoke, and weeping continued<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both long and bitterly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vision I lately was weeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I dreamt thou wert kind as of yore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I awoke, and my tears in torrents<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Continued to flow as before.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>61.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All night in vision behold I thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And see thee greeting me kindly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And loudly weeping then throw I me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before thy sweet feet blindly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_85" id="page_85"></a>{85}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With sorrowing looks thou stand’st in my view,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy fair locks mournfully shaking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While teardrops bright of pearly hue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From thy dear eyes are breaking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A gentle word thou dost secretly say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And givest a cypress-wreath sweetly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I awake, and the wreath has vanish’d away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the word is forgotten completely.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>62.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’tis autumn, the night’s dark and gloomy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With rain and tempest above;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where tarries,—O tell it unto me,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My poor and sorrowing love?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the window I see her reclining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In her chamber lonely and drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And out in the night, sadly pining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She looks with many a tear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>63.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The trees in the autumn wind rustle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The night is humid and cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ride all alone in the forest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And round me my grey cloak I fold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as I am riding, before me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My thoughts unrestrainedly roam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They lightly and airily bear me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To my own dear mistress’s home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dogs are barking, the servants<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With glittering torches appear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I climb up the winding staircase,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My spurs ring loudly and clear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In her bright-lighted tapestry chamber,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So full of magical charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My own sweet darling awaits me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I hasten into her arms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind in the leaves is sighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The oak thus whispers to me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What means, thou foolish young horseman,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy foolish reverie?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_86" id="page_86"></a>{86}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>64.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A glittering star is falling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From its shining home in the air;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The star of love ’tis surely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I see falling there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The blossoms and leaves in plenty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the apple tree fall each day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The merry breezes approach them,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with them merrily play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The swan in the pool is singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And up and down doth he steer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, singing gently ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dips under the water clear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All now is silent and darksome,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The leaves and blossoms decay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The star has crumbled and vanish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The song of the swan died away.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>65.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Dream-God brought me to a castle vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where magic fragrance reign’d and lights were gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through its mazy-winding chambers pass’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A chequer’d throng, still onward, onward streaming.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pale crowd seek the exit-portal fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wringing their hands, and full of terror screaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And knights and maidens mingle in the throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I myself am with them borne along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But suddenly I stand alone, for, lo,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The crowd hath vanish’d and from sight departed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wander on, and through the chambers go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All strangely winding, silent and deserted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My foot is leaden, and I scarcely know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How to escape, thus sadden’d and faint-hearted.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length the farthest portal I descry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And seek to pass—great heavens, what meets mine eye!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was my love, who at the door did stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grief on her lips, her brow in tribulation.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought to fly,—she beckon’d with her hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whether to warn me, or in indignation;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_87" id="page_87"></a>{87}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet gleam’d her eye like some sweet glowing brand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Setting my heart and brain in conflagration.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as she gazed with looks of passion deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blended with sternness, I awoke from sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>66.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The midnight was cold, in plaintive mood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I wander’d mournfully through the wood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shook the trees from out of their sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shook their heads with pity deep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>67.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beneath the crossway buried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The suicide lies here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where grows a charming blue flow’ret,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The culprit-flower so dear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I stood by the crossway sighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The night was chilly and drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While slowly moved in the moonlight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The culprit-flower so dear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>68.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wheresoe’er I go, there darkles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Round me gloom and utter night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now that there no longer sparkles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On me, love, thine eyes’ sweet light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quench’d are all the golden blisses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That love’s star upon me smil’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Neath my feet the dread abyss is,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Night primeval, take thy child!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>69.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Night lay upon mine eyelids,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon my mouth lay lead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I in my grave was lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With frozen heart and head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How long it was I know not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I in slumber lay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I woke and heard a knocking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon my grave one day.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_88" id="page_88"></a>{88}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wilt thou not rise up, Henry?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The Judgment Day is this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The dead have all arisen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To taste of endless bliss.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I cannot rise, my darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For I have lost my sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine eyes, through very weeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are veil’d in darkest night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll kiss away the darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My Henry, from thine eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The angels shalt thou see then,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The glory of the skies.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I cannot rise, my darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wound is bleeding yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made by thee in my bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With one sharp word and threat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My hand all gently, Henry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll lay upon thy heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“It then will bleed no longer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And heal’d will be the smart.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I cannot rise, my darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My head still bleeds amain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas there the bullet enter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When thou wert from me ta’en.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“With my long tresses, Henry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll stanch the bleeding wound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And drive the blood-stream backwards,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And make thy head thus sound.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So gently, sweetly pray’d she,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I could not spurn her prayer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sought to rise and hasten<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To join my mistress fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then all my wounds ’gan bleeding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then, wildly rushing, broke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From head and breast the bloodstream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lo!—from sleep I woke.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_89" id="page_89"></a>{89}</span></p> - -<h4>70.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The numbers old and evil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dreams so harrowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let’s bury all together,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A mighty coffin bring!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll place there much, but say not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What ’tis, till all is done;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The coffin must be larger<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than Heidelberg’s vast tun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And also bring a death-bier,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of boards full stout and sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They also must be longer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than Mayence bridge renown’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And also bring twelve giants<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose strength of limb excels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saint Christopher’s, whose shrine in<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cologne Cathedral dwells.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The coffin they must carry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sink beneath the wave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For such a mighty coffin<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must have a mighty grave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Why was the coffin, tell me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So great and hard to move?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I in it placed my sorrows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in it placed my love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_GODS_TWILIGHT" id="THE_GODS_TWILIGHT"></a>THE GODS’ TWILIGHT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair May has come with her bright golden radiance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silken gales and fragrant spicy odours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kindly lures us with her snowy blossoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from a thousand blue-eyed violets greets us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spreads abroad her flowery verdant carpet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With morning dew and sunshine interwoven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And summons all her favourite human children.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At her first call the bashful people come;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The men in haste put on their nankeen breeches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Sunday coats with golden glassy buttons;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The women don the white of innocence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The youths take care to curl their spring-mustachios,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The maidens bid their bosoms softly heave;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_90" id="page_90"></a>{90}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The city poets cram into their pockets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Paper, lead-pencil, and lorgnette; and gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eddying moving crowd draw near the gateway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lie at ease on the green turf beyond,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amazed to see how much the trees have sprouted,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play with the tender colour’d flowerets fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">List to the song of merry birds above them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shout exulting tow’rds the vault of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To me came also May, and three times knock’d she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against my door and cried: “Behold sweet May!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou palefaced dreamer, come, I fain would kiss thee!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I my door kept bolted, and I cried:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In vain thou seek’st to tempt me, evil stranger.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I long have seen thee through, I’ve seen through also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The fabric of the world, and seen too much,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And much too deep, and fled is all my pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And endless torments quiver in my heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I see through all the stony hard outsides<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of human houses and of human bosoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And see in both deceit and woe and falsehood.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve learnt to read the thoughts on every face,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All evil! In the maiden’s shamefaced blushes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I see the trembling of a secret lust;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On the inspired and haughty head of youth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I see the laughing chequer’d fool’s cap jingling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And caric’tures alone and sickly shadows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I see upon this earth, and live in doubt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whether a madhouse ’tis, or hospital.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The old earth’s crust I see through but too plainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As though it were of crystal,—see the horrors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which May is vainly striving to conceal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With pleasing verdure. There I see the dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They lie beneath, in their small coffins prison’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With hands together folded, eyes wide open,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“White is their garment, white their face as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And yellow worms from out their lips are crawling.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I see the son with his loved mistress sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And toying with her on his father’s grave.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Derisive songs the nightingales are singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The gentle meadow flow’rets laugh with malice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the dead father moveth in his grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“While the old mother-earth with pain doth shudder.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_91" id="page_91"></a>{91}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">O thou poor earth, thy sorrows know I well!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see the glow that in thy breast is heaving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy thousand veins I see all bleeding freely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see thy gaping wounds all, all torn open,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While flames and smoke and blood stream wildly forth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see thy proud defiant giant-children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Primeval monsters, from dark gulfs arising<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swinging ruddy torches in their hands.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their iron scaling-ladders they advance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wildly rush to storm the forts of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swarthy dwarfs climb after them; with crackling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each golden star on high like dust is scatter’d.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With daring hand they tear the golden curtain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From God’s own tent; the blessèd troops of angels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fall headlong down with howling at the sight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pale God sits upon his awful throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tears from his head his crown, and tears his hair.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still onward, onward press the savage crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The giants fiercely hurl their blazing torches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the realms of heaven, the dwarfs strike wildly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With flaming scourges on the angels’ backs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who twist and writhe in ecstasy of anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by the hair are seized and whirl’d away.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my own angel likewise see I there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his blond locks, his sweet expressive features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With everlasting love around his mouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with beatitude in his blue eyes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fearful hideous swarthy goblin comes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tears him from off the ground, my poor pale angel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grins as he ogles his fair noble limbs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clasps him firmly in his soft embraces,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A yell re-echoes through the universe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pillars crash, and earth and heaven are hurl’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Headlong together, and old night is lord.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="RATCLIFF8" id="RATCLIFF8"></a>RATCLIFF.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Dream-God brought me to a landscape fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where weeping willows nodded me a welcome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their long verdant arms, and where the flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gazed on me mutely with wise sisters’ eyes,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_92" id="page_92"></a>{92}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the birds’ twittering resounded sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the dogs’ barking seem’d to me familiar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And voices kindly greeted me, and figures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like an old friend, and yet where everything<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appear’d so strange, beyond description strange.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before a pretty country-house I stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My bosom in me moving, but my head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All peaceful, and the dust with calmness shook I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From off my travelling garments; shrilly sounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bell I rang, and then the door was open’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Inside were men and women, many faces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me well known. Still sorrow lay on all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And secret fearful grief. With strange emotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wellnigh with looks of pity, on me gazed they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till my own soul with terror was pervaded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though foreboding some unknown misfortune.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Margaret I straightway recognized,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gazed on her fixedly, but yet she spake not.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where is Maria?” ask’d I, yet she spake not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But softly seized my hand, and led me on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through many a long and brightly-lighted chamber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where splendour, pomp, and deathlike silence reign’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to a darksome room at length she brought me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, with her face averted from me, pointed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toward the form that sat upon the sofa.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Art thou Maria?” ask’d I. Inwardly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was myself astounded at the firmness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With which I spoke. Like stone and hollow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sounded a voice: “That is the name they call me.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A piercing agony straight froze me through,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that cold hollow tone, alas, was yet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The once enchanting voice of my Maria!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yonder woman in pale lilac dress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In negligent attire, with unveil’d bosom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With glassy staring eyes, like leather seeming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The muscles of the cheeks of her white face,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas, that woman once was the most lovely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blooming, pleasing, sweet and kind Maria!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Your travels have been long” she said aloud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In cold, unpleasing, but familiar accents,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You look no longer languishing, my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You’re well in health, your loins and calves elastic.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_93" id="page_93"></a>{93}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Show your solidity.” A silly smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play’d the while round her yellow, pallid mouth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my confusion utter’d I these accents:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve been inform’d that thou art married now?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ah yes!” she carelessly replied with laughing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I have a stick of wood that’s cover’d over<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With leather, call’d a husband. Still, for all that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wood is but wood!” And then she laugh’d perversely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till chilling anguish through my spirit ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And doubt upon me seized:—are those the modest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowery-modest lips of my Maria?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But presently she rose, took quickly up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From off the chair her cashmere shawl, and threw it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around her neck, my arm took hold of then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drew me away, and through the open housedoor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And led me on through thicket, field, and meadow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun’s red glowing disk already downward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was hast’ning, and its purple rays were beaming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the trees and flowers, and o’er the river<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That flow’d majestically in the distance.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“See’st thou the large and golden eye that’s floating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the blue water?” cried Maria quickly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hush, thou poor creature!” said I, as I spied<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the dim twilight a strange wondrous motion.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Figures of mist arose from out the plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with white tender arms embraced each other;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The violets eyed each other tenderly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lily cups with yearning bent together;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A loving glow in every rose was gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pinks would fain in their own breath be kindled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In blissful odours revell’d every flower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every one wept silent tears of rapture,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all exulting shouted: Love! Love! Love!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The butterflies were fluttering, and the shining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gold beetles humm’d their gentle fairy songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds of evening whisper’d, and the oaks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All rustled, and the nightingale sang sweetly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And amid all the whispering, rustling, singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prated away, with thin cold soundless voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The faded woman hanging on my arm:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I know your nightly longing for the castle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Every long shadow is a simpleton,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_94" id="page_94"></a>{94}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That nods and signs precisely as one wishes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The blue coat is an angel; but the red coat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With his drawn sword, is very hostile to you.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many other things in this strange fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Continued she to say, till, tired at length,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sat down with me on the mossy bank<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That stands beneath the ancient noble oak-tree.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together there we sat, both sad and silent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gazed upon each other, growing sadder.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The oak, as with a dying sigh, was murmuring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep-grieving, sang the nightingale down on us.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But through the leaves a ruddy light was piercing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flicker’d round Maria’s pallid face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lured a glow from out her rigid eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until with her old darling voice thus spoke she:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How knewest thou that I am so unhappy?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I read it lately in thy strange wild numbers.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An ice-cold feeling pierced my breast, I shudder’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At my own mad delirium, which the future<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw through, my brain grew giddy with alarm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through sheer terror I awoke from sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DONNA_CLARA" id="DONNA_CLARA"></a>DONNA CLARA.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the evening-shaded garden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rambles the Alcalde’s daughter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kettle-drums and trumpets loudly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Echo from the lofty castle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wearisome I find the dances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the honied words of flatt’ry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the knights, who so gallantly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tell me I the sun resemble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Everything is hateful to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Since I by the beaming moonlight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Saw the Knight whose lute allured me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the window every evening.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“As he stood, so slim, but daring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And his eyes shot lightning glances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From his pale and noble features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Truly he Saint George resembled.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_95" id="page_95"></a>{95}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In this manner Donna Clara<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thought, and on the ground then looked she;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she raised her eyes, the handsome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknown Knight was standing by her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pressing hands with loving whispers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wander they beneath the moonlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the zephyr gently woos them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wondrously the roses greet them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wondrously the roses greet them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like love’s messengers all glowing.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, my loved one, prythee tell me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Why so suddenly thou redden’st?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Twas the flies that stung me, dearest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the flies are, all the summer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Quite as much detested by me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As the long-nosed Jewish fellows.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Never mind the flies and Jews, dear,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said the Knight, with fond caresses.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the almond-trees are falling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thousand white and fleecy blossoms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thousand white and fleecy blossoms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their sweet fragrance shed around them.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, my loved one, prythee tell me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is thy heart devoted to me?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, I truly love thee, dearest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I swear it by the Saviour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whom the God-detested Jews erst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wickedly and vilely murder’d.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Never mind the Jews and Saviour,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said the Knight, with fond caresses.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the distance snow-white lilies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreamily, light-bathed, are bending.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bathed in light the snow-white lilies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaze upon the stars above them:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, my loved one, prythee tell me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hast thou not a false oath taken?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Falsehood is not in me, dearest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Since within my breast there flows not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“E’en one single drop of Moor’s blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Or of dirty Jew’s blood either.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_96" id="page_96"></a>{96}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Never mind the Moors and Jews, dear,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said the Knight, with fond caresses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he to a myrtle bower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leads the fair Alcalde’s daughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the nets of love so tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hath secretly enclosed her!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Short their words and long their kisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their hearts are overflowing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a wedding-song all-melting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sings the nightingale, the dear one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glowworms on the ground are moving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if in the torch-dance circling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Silence reigns within the bower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nought is heard except the stealthy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whispers of the cunning myrtles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the breathing of the flowerets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But soon kettle-drums and trumpets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Echo from the lofty castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, awakening, Clara quickly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the Knight’s arm frees her person.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hark, they’re calling me, my dearest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet before we part, thou need’st must<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy dear name to me discover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which thou hast so long concealèd.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the Knight, with radiant smiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kiss’d the fingers of his Donna,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kiss’d her lips and kiss’d her forehead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at last these words he uttered:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I, Señora, I, your loved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am the son of the much honour’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Great and learned scribe, the Rabbi<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Israel of Saragossa.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ALMANSOR" id="ALMANSOR"></a>ALMANSOR.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In fair Cordova’s cathedral,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand the columns, thirteen hundred,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thirteen hundred giant-columns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear the mighty dome in safety.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_97" id="page_97"></a>{97}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And on dome and walls and columns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the very top to bottom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Koran’s Arabian proverbs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twine in wise and flowery fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Moorish Kings erected whilome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This vast house to Allah’s glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in many parts ’tis alter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the darksome whirl of ages.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the turret where the watchman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Summon’d unto prayer the people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now the Christian bell is sounding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With its melancholy murmur.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the steps whereon the faithful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Used to sing the Prophet’s sayings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now baldpated priests exhibit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the mass’s trivial wonders.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How they twirl before the colour’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Puppets, full of antic capers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Midst the incense smoke and ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the senseless tapers sparkle!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In fair Cordova’s cathedral<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands Almansor ben Abdullah,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Viewing silently the columns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these words in silence murmuring:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O ye columns, strong, gigantic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Once adorn’d in Allah’s glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Now must ye pay humble homage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To this Christendom detested.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To the times have ye submitted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And ye bear the burden calmly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Still more reason for the weaker<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To be patient all the sooner.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Almansor ben Abdullah<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bent his head with face unruffled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the font so decorated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fair Cordova’s cathedral.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_98" id="page_98"></a>{98}</span></p> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cathedral left he quickly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his wild steed speeding onward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While his moist locks and the feathers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his hat the wind is moving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the road to Alcolea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the side of Guadalquivir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the snowy almond blossoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fragrant golden orange,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thither bastes the merry rider,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Piping, singing, laughing gaily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the birds all swell the chorus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the torrent’s noisy waters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the fort at Alcolea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dwelleth Clara de Alvares;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Navarre her sire is fighting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she revels in her freedom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And afar Almansor heareth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sounds of kettle-drums and trumpets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the castle lights beholds he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glittering through the trees’ dark shadows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the fort at Alcolea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dance twelve gaily trick’d-out ladies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With twelve knights attired as gaily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Almansor’s the best dancer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As if wing’d by merry fancies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round about the hall he flutters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knowing how to all the ladies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To address sweet flattering speeches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Isabella’s lovely hands he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kisses quickly, and then leaves her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And before Elvira stands he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looking in her face so archly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He in turns assures each lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he heartily adores her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On the true faith of a Christian”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swears he thirty times that evening.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_99" id="page_99"></a>{99}</span></p> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the fort at Alcolea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merriment and noise have ceased now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knights and ladies all have vanish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lights are all extinguish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Donna Clara and Almansor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the hall above still linger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one single lamp is throwing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On them both its feeble lustre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the seat the lady’s sitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the knight upon the footstool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his head, by sleep o’erpower’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her darling knees is resting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From a golden flask some rose-oil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pours the lady, sadly musing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Almansor’s dark-brown tresses,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his inmost bosom sighs he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With her soft lips then the lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gives a sweet kiss, sadly musing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Almansor’s dark-brown tresses,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his brow is clouded over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From her light eyes tears in torrents<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weeps the lady, sadly musing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Almansor’s dark-brown tresses,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his lips begin to quiver.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he dreams he’s once more standing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his head bent down and weeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fair Cordova’s cathedral,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many gloomy voices hearing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the lofty giant-columns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hears he murmuring full of anger,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That no longer will they bear it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they totter and they tremble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And they wildly fall together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale turn all the priests and people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crashing falls the dome upon them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Christian gods wail loudly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_100" id="page_100"></a>{100}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_PILGRIMAGE_TO_KEVLAAR" id="THE_PILGRIMAGE_TO_KEVLAAR"></a>THE PILGRIMAGE TO KEVLAAR</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mother stood by the window,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The son in bed lay he.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wilt thou not rise up, William,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The fair procession to see?”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am so ill, my mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I neither see nor hear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I think of my poor dead Gretchen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My heart is breaking near.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Arise, let’s go to Kevlaar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Take book and rosary too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The mother of God will heal thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And cure thy sick heart anew.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In church-like tones they are singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The banners flutter on high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Cologne on the Rhine this happens,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The proud procession moves by.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The crowd the mother follows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her son she leadeth now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both of them sing in chorus:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O Mary, blessed be thou!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mother of God at Kevlaar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her best dress wears to-day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full much hath she to accomplish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So great the sick folks’ array.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sick folk with them are bringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As offerings fitting and meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strange limbs of wax all fashion’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yes, waxen hands and feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he who a wax hand offers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Finds cured in his hand the wound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he who a wax foot proffers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Straight finds his foot grow sound.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To Kevlaar went many on crutches<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who now on the tight rope skip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a palsied finger<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er the viol doth merrily trip.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_101" id="page_101"></a>{101}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mother took a waxlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And out of it fashion’d a heart:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My son, take that to God’s mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And she will cure thy smart.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The son took sighing the wax-heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Went with sighs to the shrine so blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tears burst forth from his eyelids,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The words burst forth from his breast:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou highly-favour’d blest one!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou pure and godlike maid!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou mighty queen of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To thee my woes be display’d!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I with my mother was dwelling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In yonder town of Cologne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The town that many a hundred<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Fair churches and chapels doth own.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And near us there dwelt my Gretchen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who, alas! is dead to-day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O, Mary, I bring thee a wax-heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My heart’s wounds cure, I pray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My sick heart cure, O cure thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And early and late my vow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll pay, and sing with devotion:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>O Mary, blessed be thou!<span class="spcrt">’</span>”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The poor sick son and his mother<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their little chamber slept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mother of God to their chamber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All lightly, lightly crept.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She bent herself over the sick one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her hand with action light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his heart placed softly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smiled sweetly and vanish’d from sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mother saw all in her vision,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saw this and saw much more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out of her slumber woke she,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hounds were baying full sore.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_102" id="page_102"></a>{102}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her son was lying before her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dead her son he lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While over his pale cheeks gently<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The light of morning did play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her hands the mother folded,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She felt she knew not how;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With meekness sang she and softly:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O Mary, blessed be thou!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_DREAM" id="THE_DREAM"></a>THE DREAM.<br /><br /> -(From <i>Salon</i>.)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A vision I dreamt of a lovely child.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She wore her hair in tresses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the blue nights of summer so calm and mild<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We sat in the greenwood’s recesses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In mutual rapture and torture we vied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We loved and exchanged loving kisses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The yellow stars in the heavens all sigh’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And seem’d to envy our blisses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I now am awake, and around me gaze<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the darkness, alone and despairing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars in the heavens are shedding their rays<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In silence and all-uncaring.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="NEW_POEMS" id="NEW_POEMS"></a><i>NEW POEMS.</i></h2> - -<h2><a name="SERAPHINA" id="SERAPHINA"></a>1. SERAPHINA.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When at evening in the forest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the dreamlike wood I rove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever doth thy slender figure<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Close beside me softly move.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See I not thy gentle features?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is it not thy veil that stirs?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can it be the moonlight only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Breaking through the gloomy firs?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Can it be mine own tears only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I hear all-lightly flow?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or my loved one, dost thou really<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Close beside me weeping go?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_103" id="page_103"></a>{103}</span></p> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O’er the silent strand of ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Night appears in gloomy splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the clouds the moon is breaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the waves these whispers send her<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yonder mortal, is he foolish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Or is he by love tormented,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That he looks so sad, yet joyous,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So distress’d, yet so contented?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the moon, with smiles replying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loudly said: “Full well I know it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He is both in love and foolish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And moreover is a poet.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis surely a snowwhite seamew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I see fluttering there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just over the darksome billows;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The moon stands high in the air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The shark and the ray snap fiercely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From out of the wave, and stare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seamew is rising and falling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The moon stands high in the air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O dear and wandering spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So sad and full of despair!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too near art thou to the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The moon stands high in the air.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I knew that thou didst love me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I knew it long, dear maid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet when thou didst confess it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I felt full sore afraid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I clamber’d up the mountain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With loud exulting song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At sunset rambled weeping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ocean shore along.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun my heart resembleth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So flaming to the sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in a loving ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It setteth, great and bright.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_104" id="page_104"></a>{104}</span></p> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How curiously the seamew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks over at us, dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because against thy lips I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So firmly press my ear!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She maybe would discover<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What from thy mouth did flow,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If words alone or kisses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou in my ear didst throw.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O could I but decipher<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What ’tis that fills my mind!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The words are with the kisses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So wondrously combined.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As timid as the roe she fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with its fleetness vying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She clamber’d on from crag to crag<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her hair behind her flying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where to the sea the cliffs descend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At length I caught the rover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gently there with gentle words<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her coy heart soon won over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">High as the heavens we sat, both fill’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With heavenly blest emotion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath us by degrees the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sank in the dark deep ocean.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the dark sea beneath us far<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The beauteous sun sank proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The billows with impetuous joy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were meanwhile roaring loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Weep not, the sun in yonder waves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath not for ever perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But lieth hidden in my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where all its glow is cherish’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon this rock we build the Church<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which (type of our to-morrow)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proclaims the third New Testament,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ended is our sorrow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_105" id="page_105"></a>{105}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The twofold nature that so long<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deceived us, is abolish’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our olden fierce corporeal pangs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are now at length demolish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hear’st thou the God in yon dark sea?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He speaks with thousand voices;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See’st thou how overhead God’s sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With thousand lights rejoices?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Almighty God is in the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As in the dark abysses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And everything there is, is God,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He is in all our kisses.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gray night broodeth o’er the ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the tiny stars are sparkling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long protracted voices oft-times<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sound from out the billows darkling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There the aged north wind sporteth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the glassy waves of ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which like organ pipes are skipping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a never-ceasing motion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Partly heathenish, partly churchlike,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strangely doth this music move us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it rises boldly upwards,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gladdening e’en the stars above us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the stars, still larger growing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a radiant joy are gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at length around the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roam, with sunlike lustre beaming<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To far-reaching strains of music<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They revolve in madden’d legions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunny nightingales are circling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In those fair and blissful regions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With a mighty roar and crashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sea and heaven alike are singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I feel a giant-rapture<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wildly through my bosom ringing<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_106" id="page_106"></a>{106}</span></p> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shadowy love and shadowy kisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shadowy life, how wondrous strange!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fool, dost think, then, that all this is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ever true and free from change?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like an empty dream hath vanish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All we loved with love so deep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Memory from the heart is banish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the eyes are closed in sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The maid stood by the ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And long and deep sigh’d she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With heartfelt sad emotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The setting sun to see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet maiden, why this fretting?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An olden trick is here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although before us setting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He rises in our rear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With sails all black my ship sails on<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far over the raging sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou know’st full well how sad am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet tormentest me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy heart is faithless as the wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And flutters ceaselessly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sails all black my ship sails on<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far over the raging sea.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>12.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though shamefully thou didst entreat me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To no man would I e’er unfold it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But travell’d far over the billows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And unto the fishes I told it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve left thee thy good reputation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With earth and the beings upon her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But every depth of the ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Knows fully thy tale of dishonour.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_107" id="page_107"></a>{107}</span></p> - -<h4>13.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The roaring waves are dashing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">High on the strand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’re swelling and they’re crashing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over the sand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They come in noisy fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unceasingly,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length burst into passion,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But what care we?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>14.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Runic stone ’mongst the waves stands high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There sit I, with thoughts far roaming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind pipes loudly, the seamews cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The billows are curling and foaming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve loved full many a charming girl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loved many a comrade proudly—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where are they now? The billows curl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And foam, and the wind pipes loudly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>15.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sea appears all golden<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the sunlit sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O let me there be buried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My brethren, when I die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sea I have always loved so,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It oft hath cool’d my breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With its refreshing billows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each in the other’s love blest.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ANGELICA" id="ANGELICA"></a>2. ANGELICA.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now that heaven my wish hath granted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why be dumb, like mutes inglorious,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I who, when unhappy, chanted<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my woe with noise uproarious,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till a thousand youths despairing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sang like me with voices hollow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the song I sang uncaring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Made still greater mischief follow?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_108" id="page_108"></a>{108}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O ye nightingale-like chorus,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I bear within my spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let your song of joy rise o’er us<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Merrily, that all may hear it.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more behind thee thou wert looking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Swiftly as thou didst past me glide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With open mouth, as if inquiring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in thy look a stormy pride.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O that I ne’er had sought to grasp it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That flowing robe of snowy white!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little foot’s enchanting traces,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O that they ne’er had met my sight!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy wildness now indeed hath vanish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like other women tame art thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mild, and somewhat over-civil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, ah, thou even lov’st me now.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll not credit, youthful beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What thy bashful lips may say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eyes so black and large and rolling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are not much in virtue’s way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strip away this brown-striped falsehood—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Well and truly love I thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let thy white heart kiss me, dearest—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">White heart, understand’st thou me?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon her mouth I give a kiss,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And close her either eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She gives me now no peace for this,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But asks the reason why.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From night to morn, because of this,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This is her constant cry:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When on my mouth thou giv’st a kiss,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Why close my either eye?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I tell her not the cause of this,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor know the reason why,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet on her mouth I give a kiss,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And close her either eye.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_109" id="page_109"></a>{109}</span></p> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I am made blest with kisses delicious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lie in thine arms, O in that happy season<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou ne’er must discourse of Germany, dearest,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It spoils my digestion,—there’s plenty of reason.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With Germany leave me in peace, I implore thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou must not torment me with question on question<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of home and relations and manner of living,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There’s plenty of reason,—it spoils my digestion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The oaks there are green, and blue are the dear eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of German women; they sigh as they please on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blisses of love and of hope and religion,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It spoils my digestion,—there’s plenty of reason.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst I after other people<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And their treasures have been prying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with ever-restless yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At strange doors of love been spying,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Probably those other people<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have been taking their own pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Similarly, and been ogling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At my window my own treasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This is human! God in heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In our every action guard us!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God in heaven give us blessings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with happiness reward us!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O yes, thou art my ideal forsooth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ve often confirmed it till dizzy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With kisses and oaths unnumber’d in truth;—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To-day I however am busy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Return to-morrow between two and three,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then a fresh-kindled passion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall prove my love, and afterwards we<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will dine in a friendly fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And if I in time the tickets receive,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We’ll join in a merry revel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And go to the Opera, where I believe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They’re playing Robert the Devil.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_110" id="page_110"></a>{110}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A wondrous magic play is here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With devils’ loves and curses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The music is by Meyerbeer;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By Scribe the wretched verses.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dismiss me not, although thy thirst<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pleasant draught has still’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some three months longer keep me on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till I too have been fill’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thou my love canst not remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O be my friend, I pray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For when one has outloved one’s love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Friendship may have its way.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This wild carnival of loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This delirium of our bosoms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comes unto an end, and now we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soberly gape on each other!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Drain’d the cup is to the bottom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brimming with intoxication,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foaming, glowing to the margin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drain’d the cup is to the bottom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the fiddles too are silent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which for dancing gave the signal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Signal for the dance of passion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, the fiddles too are silent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the lamps too are extinguish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which their wild light shed so brightly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the masquerade exciting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, the lamps too are extinguish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And to-morrow comes Ash-Wednesday,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I’ll sign upon thy forehead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the cross of ashes, saying:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Woman, that thou’rt dust, forget not.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O how rapidly develop<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From mere fugitive sensations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Passions that are fierce and boundless,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tenderest associations!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_111" id="page_111"></a>{111}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tow’rds this lady grows the bias<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my heart on each occasion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that I’m enamoured of her<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has become my firm persuasion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauteous is her spirit. Truly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus I learn to rise superior<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the overpowering beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of her form and mere exterior.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, what hips! and, ah, what forehead!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ah, what nose! Could aught serener<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be than this sweet smile she’s wearing?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And how noble her demeanour!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, how fair art thou, whenever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou thy mind disclosest sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy language with the grandest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sentiments o’erflows discreetly!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thou tell’st me how thou always<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Worthily and nobly thoughtest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How unto thy pride of heart thou<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Greatest sacrifices broughtest!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How with countless millions even<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Men could woo and win thee never;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sooner than be sold for money<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou wouldst quit this world for ever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I stand before thee, listening<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the end with due emotion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like an image mute of faith, I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fold my hands with meek devotion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>12.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have no fear, dear soul, I pray thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou art safe here evermore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fear not lest they’ll take away thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For I’ll forthwith bar the door.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though the wind may roar around us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It will do no mischief here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a fire may not confound us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let us put the light out, dear!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_112" id="page_112"></a>{112}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let me in mine arm, dear small one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy enchanting neck enfold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the absence of a shawl, one<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gets so very quickly cold.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DIANA" id="DIANA"></a>3. DIANA.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These fair limbs, of size so massive,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of colossal womanhood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now are, in a yielding mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under my embraces passive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Had I, with unbridled passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Trusting in my strength drawn near,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I had soon had cause for fear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She had thrashed me in strange fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How her bosom, neck, throat charm me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Higher I can scarcely see);<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere alone I’d with her be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray I that she may not harm me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas in the Bay of Biscay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That she first saw the light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two kittens in the cradle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She squeezed to death outright.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Across the Pyrenees she<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With feet uncover’d ran;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then for her size gigantic<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was shown at Perpignan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She’s now the grandest dame in<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Faubourg Saint-Denis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where unto small Sir William<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some thousand pounds costs she.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Often when I am with thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Much-beloved and noble lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The remembrance steals o’er me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Bologna’s market shady.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_113" id="page_113"></a>{113}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">There a massive fount doth stand—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis the Giants’ Fountain pretty—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a Neptune, by the hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Giovanni of that city.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HORTENSE" id="HORTENSE"></a>4. HORTENSE.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once I thought each kiss a woman<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gives us, or receives instead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By some influence superhuman<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was from old predestinèd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I both took and gave back willing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kisses then as earnestly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if I were but fulfilling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Actions of necessity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kisses are superfluous,—this I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have discover’d on life’s stage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with small concern now kiss I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heedless of the surplusage.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beside the corner of the street<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We stood in fond communion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For full an hour, and talked about<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our spirits’ loving union.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We loved each other—this we said<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A hundred times repeating;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside the corner of the street<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We stood, and went on greeting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Goddess of Occasion, brisk<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As waiting maids, and sprightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pass’d by that way and saw us stand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And smiled, and went on lightly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In all my dreams by daytime,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In all my watchings nightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy sweet delicious laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rings through my spirit lightly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_114" id="page_114"></a>{114}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remember’st Montmorency,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where, on the donkey riding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou fell’st among the thistles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From off the saddle gliding?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ass stood still, the thistles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Demurely looking after,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never shall forget, love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy sweet delicious laughter.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<p class="c">(<i>She speaks.</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the garden fair a tree stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And an apple hangeth there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And around the trunk a serpent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Coils himself, and I can ne’er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the serpent’s eyes enchanting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Turn away my troubled sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he whispers words alluring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And enthrals me with delight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>The other one speaks.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis the fruit of life thou spyest,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its delicious flavour taste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thy life until thou diest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May not be for ever waste!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Darling dove, sweet child, no sighing!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quickly taste, and never fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follow my advice, relying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On thy aunt’s sage counsel, dear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On my newly-tuned guitar I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Play new tunes that seem much fitter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old the text is, for the words are<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Solomon’s: A woman’s bitter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To her husband she is faithless,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And she treats her friend with malice;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wormwood are the last remaining<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drops in love’s once-golden chalice.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_115" id="page_115"></a>{115}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tell me, is the ancient legend<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the curse of sin no libel?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did the serpent bring it on thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As recorded in the Bible?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Creeping on the earth, the serpent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lurks in every bush around thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still, as formerly, caresses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And her hisses still confound thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, how cold and dark ’tis growing!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Round the sun the ravens hover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Croakingly, and love and rapture<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now for evermore are over.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bliss that thou didst falsely pledge<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For but a short time cheated;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine image, like a vision false,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon from my bosom fleeted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The morning came, the mist soon fled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before the sun’s rays splendid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wellnigh ere it had commenced,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our passing fondness ended.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CLARISSA" id="CLARISSA"></a>5. CLARISSA.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All my charming loving offers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou art eagerly declining;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I say: “Is this refusal?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou at once beginnest whining.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seldom pray I, but now hear me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gracious God! O help this maiden!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dry her sweet tears, and enlighten<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her poor brains so sorrow-laden!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wheresoever thou mayst wander,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou dost every hour behold me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I love thee all the fonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When thou dost rebuke and scold me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_116" id="page_116"></a>{116}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Charming malice will ensnare me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While I hate a kindly action;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the surest way to scare me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is to love me to distraction.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">May the devil take thy mother<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy father, for their cruel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conduct at the play, in hiding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thee from me, my precious jewel!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There they sat, their spreading dresses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leaving but few spaces only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the which to spy thee sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the box’s rear, all lonely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There they sat, and saw two lovers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both destroy’d, with eyes admiring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they clapp’d a loud approval<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When they saw them both expiring.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Go not through the naughty quarters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the pretty eyes are living;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, they fain would spare their lightnings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a semblance of forgiving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the high bow-window looking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a loving way they greet thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiling kindly (death and devil!)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sisterlike their glances meet thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But thou’rt on thy way already,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in vain is all thy striving;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt have a very breastful<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of distress, when home arriving.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It comes too late, thy present smiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It comes too late, thy present sigh!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The feelings all long since have perish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That thou didst spurn so cruelly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_117" id="page_117"></a>{117}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Too late has come thy love responsive,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart thou vainly seek’st to stir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With burning looks of love, all falling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like sunbeams on a sepulchre.<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> -<span class="i0">This would I learn: when life is ended,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O whither doth our spirit go?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is the flame when once extinguish’d?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wind, when it hath ceased to blow?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wounded, in distress, and sickly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On a lovely summer’s morrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men I fly, and bury quickly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the wood my bitter sorrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As I move, in mute compassion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the noisy birds are vying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At my grief in wondrous fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each dark linden-tree is sighing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the vale I sadly sit on<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some green bank, sweet balm exhaling:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Kitten! O my pretty kitten!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the hills repeat my wailing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kitten! O my pretty kitten!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why delightest thou to do ill?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sadly is my poor heart smitten<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By thy tiger-talons cruel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For my heart, grown stern and sadden’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Long had been to joy a stranger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till by new love I was gladden’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At thy sight, and fear’d no danger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou in secret seem’dst to mew thus:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Have no fear of being bitten;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Prythee trust me when I sue thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’m a very gentle kitten.”<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst sweet Philomel in airy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Woods at random sings and wildly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou preferrest the canary<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Doubtless, as it flutters mildly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_118" id="page_118"></a>{118}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the cage I see thee feeding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This small bird, so tame and yellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it picks thy fingers, pleading<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For some sugar, pretty fellow!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Charming is the scene and moving!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Angels must enjoy the notion!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I myself, with look approving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drop a tear of deep emotion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With Wedding Gifts the Spring Has Arrived,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With music and exultation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It brings the bridegroom and the bride<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its hearty congratulation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It brings its violets, rosebuds fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And jasmine and herbs sweet-scented,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for the bride asparagus too,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bridegroom’s with salad contented.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God protect thee from o’erheating,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy heart from palpitation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep thee from excessive eating,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And excessive perspiration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As upon thy day of marriage<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May thy love be ever blessèd!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er the bridal yoke disparage!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be thy frame with health possessèd!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pretty maid, if so inclined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou mayst now thus think anent me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This man’s conduct is unkind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For he’s seeking to torment me;—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Me, who never said a word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That could possibly offend him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, when others’ blame I heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Did my utmost to befriend him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Me, who had resolved in fact<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By-and-by to love him dearly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had he not begun to act<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As if he were frantic nearly!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_119" id="page_119"></a>{119}</span></p> - -<h4>11.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How thou snarlest, laughest, broodest.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How thou in ill humour twistest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thou, to all love a stranger,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet on jealousy existest!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis not red and fragrant roses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou dost smell and love so dearly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, amongst the thorns thou sniffest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till they scratch thy nose severely.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="YOLANTE_AND_MARY" id="YOLANTE_AND_MARY"></a>6. YOLANTE AND MARY.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Both these ladies know by instinct<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How a poet well to treat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they ask’d me and my genius<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Luncheon with them once to eat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! the soup was quite delicious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the wine was old and rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the game was really heavenly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And well-larded was the hare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They of poetry kept talking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till I had enough at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I thank’d them for the honour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of this very kind repast.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With which shall I become enamour’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since both are loveable and mild?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mother’s still a pretty woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The daughter is a pretty child.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The white and inexperienced members<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are very pleasant to the view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet the genial eyes that answer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our tenderness are charming too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My heart the jackass grey resembles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who when twixt two hay bundles placed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eyes them with hesitation, doubting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which of the two the best will taste.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_120" id="page_120"></a>{120}</span></p> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bottles are empty, the breakfast was good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ladies are gay and impassion’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They open their corsets in right merry mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Methinks they with point lace are fashion’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their bosoms how fair! Their shoulders how white!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart is soon trembling all over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They presently jump on the bed with delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hide themselves under the cover.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The curtains around them before long they pull,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And snore away, free from intrusion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stand in the chamber alone, like a fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stare at the bed in confusion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now that I’m fast growing older,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Youth’s by keener fire replaced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my arm, becoming bolder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Circles many a loving waist.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though at first they were affrighted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet they soon were reconcil’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Modest doubts and wrath united<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were o’ercome by flattery mild.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet the best of all is wanting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I taste my victory;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can it be my youth’s enchanting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bashful weak stupidity?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This tricolour’d flow’r now worn is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my breast, to show I’m free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proving that my heart freeborn is,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a foe to slavery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet Queen Mary, who thy quarters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my heart hast fix’d, pray list:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many of earth’s fairest daughters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There have reign’d, then been dismiss’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_121" id="page_121"></a>{121}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="EMMA" id="EMMA"></a>7. EMMA.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He stands as firm as a tree stem,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In heat and tempest and frost;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His toes in the ground are planted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His arms are heavenward toss’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus long is Bagíratha tortured,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Brama his torments would end;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He makes the mighty Ganges<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Down from the heavens descend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I, my loved one, am vainly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tormented and stricken with woe;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out of thine heavenly eyelids<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No drops of pity e’er flow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Four-and-twenty hours I still must<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wait, to see my bliss complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As her sidelong glances tell me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Glances, O how dazzling sweet!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Language is but inexpressive,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Words are awkward and in vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon as they are said, the pretty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Butterfly flies off again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But a look may last for ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with joy may fill thy breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making it like some wide heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full of starry rapture blest.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not one solitary kiss<br /></span> -<span class="i2">After months of loving passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So my mouth must still continue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dry, in very wretched fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Happiness seem’d once at hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And her breath I e’en felt nigh me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But without my lips e’er touching,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She, alas! soon fleeted by me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_122" id="page_122"></a>{122}</span></p> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Emma, for my satisfaction<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Say if I’m distracted driven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By my love, or is love only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The result of my distraction?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! I’m tortured, charming Emma,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not alone by my mad loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not alone by loving madness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But besides by this dilemma.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I’m with thee, strife and need!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So I on my travels started;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet my life, when from thee parted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is no life, but death indeed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pondering all the livelong night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I ’twixt death and hell lay choosing—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ah, methinks this strife confusing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now has driv’n me mad outright!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fast is creeping on us dreary<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Night with many a ghostly shape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our souls are growing weary,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And we at each other gape.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou art old and I still older,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And our spring has ceased to bloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art cold, and I still colder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At th’ approach of winter’s gloom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the end, how all is sadden’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">After love’s sweet cares are past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cares draw nigh, by love ungladden’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">After life comes death at last.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FREDERICA" id="FREDERICA"></a>8. FREDERICA.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O leave Berlin, with its thick-lying sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Weak tea, and men who seem so much to know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That they both God, themselves, and all below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Hegel’s reason only understand.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_123" id="page_123"></a>{123}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O come to India, to the sunny land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where flowers ambrosial their sweet fragrance throw<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where pilgrim troops on tow’rd the Ganges go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With reverence, in white robes, a festal band.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There, where the palm-trees wave, the billows smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And on the sacred bank the lotos-tree<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Soars up to Indra’s castle blue,—yes there,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There will I kneel to thee in trusting style,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And press against thy foot, and say to thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Madam, thou art the fairest of the fair!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Ganges roars; amid the foliage see<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The sharp eyes of the antelope, who springs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Disdainfully along; their colour’d wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The peacocks as they move, show haughtily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Deep from the bosom of the sunny lea<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rises a newborn race of flowers, sweet things;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With yearning-madden’d voice Cocila sings—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, thou art fair, no woman’s like to thee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God Cama<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> lurks in all thy features fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He dwells within thy bosom’s tents so white,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And breathes to thee the sweetest songs he knows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon thy lips Vassant<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> has made his lair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I find within thine eyes new worlds of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">In my own world no more I find repose.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Ganges roars; the mighty Ganges swells,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The Himalaya glows in evening’s light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And from the banyan-forest’s gloomy night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The elephantine herd breaks forth and yells.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O for a type to show how she excels!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A typo of thee, so lovely to the sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thee the incomparable, good and bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that sweet rapture in my bosom dwells.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_124" id="page_124"></a>{124}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain thou see’st me seek for types, and prate,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">See’st me with feelings struggle, and with rhyme,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And, ah, thou smilest at my pangs of love!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But smile! For when thou smil’st, Gandarvas straight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seize on the sweet guitar, and all the time<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Sing in the golden sunny halls above.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CATHERINE" id="CATHERINE"></a>9. CATHERINE.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A beauteous star arises o’er my night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A star which smiles down on me comfort bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And new life pledges to supply,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O do not lie!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As leaps to the moon the sea with sullen roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So gladly, wildly, doth my spirit soar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up to thy blissful light on high,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O do not lie!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Will you not be presented to her?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The duchess whisper’d once to me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On no account! for I to woo her<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Methinks have too much modesty.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How gracefully she stands before me!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I fancy, when I near her go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A newborn life is stealing o’er me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With newborn joy and newborn woe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m from her kept as though by anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While yearning drives me to draw near;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eyes, as they so sweetly languish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wild stars of my fate appear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her brow is clear, yet in the distance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The future lightning gathers there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The storm which, spite of all resistance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My spirit’s deepest seat will tear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her mouth is lovely, but with terror<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I see beneath the roses hiss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The serpents which will prove my error,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With honied scorn and treach’rous kiss.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_125" id="page_125"></a>{125}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Impell’d by yearning, still more near I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Draw to the dear but dangerous place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her darling voice already hear I—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bright flames her every sentence grace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Sir, what’s the name”—I hear her utter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These words—“Of her whose voice I heard?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I only answer with a stutter:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Madam, I did not hear one word!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, I now, a poor magician,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like sage Merlin, am held fast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my magic ring at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In disconsolate condition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At her feet imprison’d sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I am lying all the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gazing on her eyes’ sweet smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the hours are passing fleetly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus, for hours, days, weeks behold me!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a vision time has fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scarcely know I what I said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I know not what she told me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just as if her lips were dearly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Press’d to mine, beyond control<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I am stirr’d, till in my soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can trace the flames full clearly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou lie’st in my arms so gladly.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So gladly thou lie’st on my heart!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am thy one sole heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My dearest star thou art.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The foolish race of mortals<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is swarming far below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’re shouting and storming and scolding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(And each one is right, I well know)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their cap and bells they jingle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And quarrel without a cause,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with their heavy club-sticks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They break each other’s jaws.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_126" id="page_126"></a>{126}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How happy are we, my darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That we so far away are;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hidest in thy heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy head, my dearest star!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I love such white and snowy members,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The thin veil of a spirit tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wild and large eyes, a brow encompass’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With flowing locks of swarthy splendour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou art indeed the very person<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom I in every land have sought for,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While girls like thee a man of honour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like me have always cared and thought for.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The very man thou stand’st in need of<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is found in me. At first thou’lt pay me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Richly with sentiments and kisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then, as usual, wilt betray me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spring’s already at the gate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With looks my care beguiling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The country round appeareth straight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A flower-garden smiling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My darling sitteth by my side,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In carriage onward fleeting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She looks on me with tender pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her heart, I feel it beating.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What warbling, what fragrance the sun’s light awakes!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like jewels the verdure is gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His snowy-blossoming head soon shakes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sapling with joyous seeming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The flowers peep forth from the earth to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With longing in every feature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lovely woman won by me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And me, the happy creature.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O transient bliss! Across the corn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To-morrow will pass the sickle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauteous spring wither, and I all forlorn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be left by the woman fickle.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_127" id="page_127"></a>{127}</span></p> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lately dreamt I I was walking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the happy realms of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walking with thee, for without thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven itself would be a hell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There I saw th’ Elect together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the righteous and the godly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who had for their souls’ salvation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mortified on earth their bodies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fathers of the Church, apostles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Capuchins and holy hermits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strange old fellows, some strange young ones—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas the latter look’d the ugliest!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Very long and saintly faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ample bald pates, also grey beards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Various Jews were of the number)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pass’d us, looking stern and solemn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not one look upon thee throwing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although thou, my pretty darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On my arm wert hanging, toying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toying, smiling, and coquetting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One alone upon thee look’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he was the only handsome,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Handsome man of all the number;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And majestic were his features.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Round his lips was human kindness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his eyes divine repose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he mildly gazed upon thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As upon the Magdalene.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! I know, he meant it kindly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None was e’er so pure and noble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I, I was notwithstanding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moved as by an envious feeling;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And, I must confess, I found it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far from pleasant up in heaven—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May God pardon me! Our Saviour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jesus Christ I deem’d intrusive.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_128" id="page_128"></a>{128}</span></p> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each person to this feast enchanting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His mistress takes, and with delight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roams in the blooming summer night.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wander alone, for my loved one is wanting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like some sick man, I wander all lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And far from the mirth and dancing go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The music sweet and the lamps’ bright glow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My thoughts are away, and in England only.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I pluck the pinks and I pluck the roses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Distractedly and full of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And know not on whom the flow’rs to bestow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart soon withers along with the posies.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long songless and oppress’d with sadness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I now compose again with yearning!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like tears that from us burst with madness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My songs are suddenly returning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Again I chant, with voice melodious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of great love and still greater sorrow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of hearts which, to each other odious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To-day, when parted break to-morrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I ofttimes think I feel the greeting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of German oak trees waving o’er me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With whispers of a glad re-meeting—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A dream! they vanish from before me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I ofttimes think I hear the singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of German nightingales once cherish’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweetly their notes are round me clinging—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A dream! the vision soon has perish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where are the roses whose delicious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perfume once bless’d me? Every blossom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long since has died! With taint pernicious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their ghostly scent still haunts my bosom.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_129" id="page_129"></a>{129}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="SONGS_OF_CREATION" id="SONGS_OF_CREATION"></a>10. SONGS OF CREATION.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God at first the sun created,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then each nightly constellation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the sweat of his own forehead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oxen were his next creation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wild beasts he created later,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lions with their paws so furious;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the image of the lion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Made he kittens small and curious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Afterwards, the wilds to people,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man to spring to being bade he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in man’s attractive image<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Interesting monkeys made he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Satan saw it, full of laughter:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Copies from himself he’s taking!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the image of his oxen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Calves he finally is making.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the devil spake the Lord thus:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Copies of myself I’m taking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After sun come constellations,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">After oxen, calves I’m making.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">After lions with their furious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Paws, I’m making kittens curious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After men come monkeys clever:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou canst nothing make, however.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I made for my glory and edification<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Men, lions, and oxen, and sunlight splendid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But calves, cats, monkeys, and each constellation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For nought but my own delight I intended.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With one short week of preparation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The whole of the world was made by me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I work’d out the plan of creation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For thousands of years full thoughtfully.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_130" id="page_130"></a>{130}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Creation itself is a mere act of motion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That’s easily done in a very short time;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet the plan, the primary notion,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis that that proves the artist sublime.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three hundred long years have I been taking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In solving the question by slow degrees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to which was the proper manner of making<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both Doctors of Law and little fleas.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the sixth day spake the Lord thus:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have finish’d finally<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this vast and fair creation,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And that all is good, I see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the sun’s rays, golden-roselike,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er the ocean brightly gleam!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every tree is green and glittering,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And enamell’d all things seem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the plain yon lambkins sporting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are like alabaster white;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O how natural and perfect<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nature seemeth to the sight!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Earth and heaven alike are teeming<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With my glorious majesty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through long and endless ages<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man will praise and worship me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The stuff out of which a poem is wrought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is not to be suck’d from the finger;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No God created the world from nought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Any more than an earthly singer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas mud primeval that form’d the source<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whence the body of man I created,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from the ribs of man in due course<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fair woman I separated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The heavens I form’d from out of the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And angels from women completed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The raw material first gets its worth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From being artist’cally treated.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_131" id="page_131"></a>{131}</span></p> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The chiefest reason why I made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The earth, I will confess with gladness:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Within my soul, like fiery madness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A burning call to do so play’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Illness was the especial ground<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my creative inclination;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I might recover by creation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Creation made me once more sound.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ABROAD" id="ABROAD"></a>11. ABROAD.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From place to place thou’rt wandering still,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou scarcely knowest why;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gentle word the wind doth fill,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou look’st round wond’ringly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My loved one, who was left behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is calling softly now:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Return, I love thee, O be kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My only joy art thou!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But on, still on, no peace, no rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou never still mayst be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What thou of yore didst love the best,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou ne’er again shalt see.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou art to-day of sadder seeming<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than thou hast been for long before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mute tears upon thy cheeks are gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy sighs wax louder more and more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of thy far home long vanish’d is it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That thou art thinking, full of pain?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wouldst thou not joyfully revisit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy much-loved fatherland again?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Art thinking now of her who sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With tiny rage enchanted thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vex’d by her oft, ye soon completely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were reconciled, and laugh’d with glee.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_132" id="page_132"></a>{132}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Art thinking of the friends whom yearning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Impell’d to fall upon thy breast?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the heart the thoughts were burning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet the lips remain’d at rest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or of the sister and the mother<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Art thinking, who approved thy suit?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks within thy breast, good brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wild passions fast are growing mute.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of the fair garden art thou thinking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its birds and trees, where love’s young dream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ofttimes sustain’d thy spirits sinking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hope shone forth with trembling beam?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis late. The snow has fallen thickly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bright night illumes the humid mass;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I now must go, and hasten quickly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To dress for company,—Alas!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of my fair fatherland I once was proud;<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Beside the stream<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The oak soar’d high, the violets gently bow’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i12">It was a dream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">German the kisses were, in German too<br /></span> -<span class="i12">(Sweet then did seem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sound) they spake the words: “Yes, I love you!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i12">It was a dream.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TRAGEDY" id="TRAGEDY"></a>12. TRAGEDY</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O fly with me, and be my wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to my heart for comfort come!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far, far away hence be my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy fatherland and father’s home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thou’lt not go, I here will die,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all alone abandon thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if thou in thy father’s home<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dost stay, thou’lt seem abroad to be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<p class="c">A genuine national song, heard by Heine on the Rhine.</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There fell a frost in a night of spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It fell on the tender flowerets blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They all soon wither’d and faded.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_133" id="page_133"></a>{133}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A youth once loved a maiden full well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They secretly fled away from the house,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unknown to father and mother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They wander’d here and they wander’d there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And neither joy nor star could they find,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so they droop’d and they perish’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon her grave a linden is springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where birds and the evening breeze are singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the green sward under it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The miller’s boy and his sweetheart sit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The winds are blowing so softly and fleetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The birds are singing so sadly and sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prattling lovers are mute by-and-by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They weep and they know not the reason why.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_TANNHAUSER" id="THE_TANNHAUSER"></a>13. THE TANNHAUSER.<br /><br /> -<span class="smcap">A Legend.</span></h2> - -<p>(Written in 1836.)</p> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O all good Christians, be on your guard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lest Satan’s wiles ensnare you!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll sing you the song of the Tannhauser bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That ye may duly beware you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The noble Tannhauser, a valiant knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For love and pleasure yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Venus’ mount travell’d, and there he dwelt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seven years without returning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Dear Venus, lovely mistress, farewell!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Though much thou mayst enchant me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No longer will I tarry with thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Permission to leave now grant me.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tannhauser, dear and noble knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To-day you have kept from kissing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So kiss me quickly and tell me true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What is there in me you find missing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Have I each day the sweetest wine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Not pour’d out for you gaily?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And have I not always crown’d your head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With fragrant roses daily?”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_134" id="page_134"></a>{134}</span>—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Dear Venus, lovely mistress, in truth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My soul no longer finds pleasing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“These endless kisses and luscious wine,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I long for something that’s teasing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Too much have we jested, too much have we laugh’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My heart for tears has long panted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Each rose on my head I fain would see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By pointed thorns supplanted.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tannhauser, dear and noble knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“You fain would vex and grieve me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“An oath you have sworn a thousand times<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That you would never leave me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Come, let us into the chamber go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To taste of love’s rapture and gladness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And there my fair and lily-white form<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shall drive away thy sadness.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Dear Venus, lovely mistress, thy charms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will bloom for ever and ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As many already have glow’d for thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So men will forget thee never!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But when I think of the heroes and gods<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who erst have taken their pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In clasping thy fair and lily-white form<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My anger knows no measure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thy fair and lily-white figure with dread<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is filling me even this minute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When thinking how many in after times<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will still take pleasure in it!”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tannhauser, dear and noble knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“You should not utter such treason;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>T’were better to beat me, as you have before<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Oft done for many a season.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>T’were better to beat me, than such harsh words<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of insult thus to have spoken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whereby, O Christian ungrateful and cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The pride in my bosom is broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Because I love you so much, I forgive<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Your evil words, thankless mortal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Farewell, I grant you permission to leave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll open myself the portal.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_135" id="page_135"></a>{135}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Rome, in the holy city of Rome,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With singing and ringing and blowing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A grand procession is moving on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Pope in the middle is going.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pious Pope Urban is his name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The triple crown he is wearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wears a red and purple robe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Barons his train are bearing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O holy Father, Pope Urban, stay!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I will not move from my station,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Until thou hast saved my soul from hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And heard my supplication!”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ghostly songs are suddenly mute,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The people fall backwards dumbly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O who is the pilgrim pale and wild<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who bends to the Pope so humbly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O holy Father, Pope Urban, to whom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To bind and to loose not too much is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O save me from the pangs of hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And out of the Evil One’s clutches!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“By name, I’m the noble Tannhauser call’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For love and pleasure yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the Venus’ mount I travell’d and dwelt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Seven years there without returning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This Venus is a woman fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With charms of dazzling splendour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like light of sun and flowers’ sweet scent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Her voice is gentle and tender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“As a butterfly flutters around a flower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And from its calyx sips too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So flutters my soul for evermore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Around her rosy lips too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Around her noble features entwine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Her blooming black locks wildly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy breath would be gone if once her great eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Were fix’d upon thee mildly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If her great eyes upon thee were fix’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“They surely would harass thee greatly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas with the greatest trouble that I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Escaped from the mountain lately.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_136" id="page_136"></a>{136}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From out of the mountain I made my escape<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And yet for ever pursue me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The looks of the beautiful woman, which seem<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To say ‘O hasten back to me!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A wretched spectre by day I’ve become,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At night I vainly would hide me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In sleep, for I dream that my mistress dear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is sitting and laughing beside me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“How clearly, how sweetly, how madly she laughs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Her white teeth all the while showing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whenever I think of that laugh, in streams<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The tears from my eyes begin flowing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I love her indeed with a boundless love<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That scorches me up to a cinder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis like a wild waterfall, whose fierce flood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No barrier ever can hinder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“It nimbly leaps from rock to rock<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With noisy foaming and boiling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Its neck it may break a thousand times,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yet on, still on, it keeps toiling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If all the expanse of the heavens were mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To Venus the whole I’d surrender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’d give her the sun, I’d give her the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’d give her the stars in their splendour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I love her indeed with a boundless love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whose flame within me rages;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O say can this be the fire of hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The glow that will last through all ages?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O holy Father, Pope Urban, to whom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To bind and to loose not too much is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O save me from the pangs of hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And out of the Evil One’s clutches!—”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His hands the Pope raised sadly on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sigh’d till these words he had spoken:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tannhauser, most unhappy knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The charm can never be broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Devil whom they Venus call<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is mighty for hurting and harming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m powerless quite to rescue thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From out of his talons so charming.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_137" id="page_137"></a>{137}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And so thy soul must expiate now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy fleshly lusts infernal;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, thou art rejected, yes, thou art condemn’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To suffer hell’s torments eternal.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The knight Tannhauser roam’d on till his feet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were sore with his wanderings dreary.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At midnight’s hour he came at length<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the Venus’ mountain, full weary.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair Venus awoke from out of her sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And out of her bed sprang lightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And clasp’d her fair and lily-white arms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Around her beloved one tightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From out of her nose the blood fell fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tears from her eyes descended;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cover’d the face of her darling knight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With blood and tears closely blended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The knight lay quietly down in the bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And not one word has he spoken;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Venus went to the kitchen, to make<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some soup, that his fast might be broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She gave him soup, and she gave him bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She wash’d his wounded feet, too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She comb’d his rough and matted hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And laugh’d with a laugh full sweet, too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tannhauser, dear and noble knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Full long hast thou been wandering;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O say in what lands hast thou thy time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So far from hence been squandering?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Dear Venus, lovely mistress, in truth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In Italy I have been staying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve had some bus’ness in Rome, and now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Return without further delaying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Rome stands on the Tiber, just at the spot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where seven hills are meeting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In Rome I also beheld the Pope,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The Pope he sends thee his greeting.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_138" id="page_138"></a>{138}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And Florence I saw, when on my return,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And then through Milan I hasted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And next through Switzerland scrambled fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And not one moment wasted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And when I travell’d over the Alps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The snow already was falling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The blue lakes sweetly on me smiled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The eagles were circling and calling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And when on the Mount St. Gothard I stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Below me snored Germany loudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Beneath the mild sway of thirty-six kings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“It slumber’d calmly and proudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In Swabia I saw the poetical school<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of dear little simpleton creatures;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They sat together all ranged in a row,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With very diminutive features.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In Dresden I saw a certain dog,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A sprig of the aristocracy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His teeth he had lost, and bark’d and yell’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Like one of the vulgar democracy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Weimar, the Muses’ widow’d seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I heard them their sentiments giving;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They wept and lamented that Goethe was dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And Eckermann still ’mongst the living!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Potsdam I heard a very loud cry,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I said in amaze: ‘What’s the matter?’—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis Gans<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> at Berlin, who last century’s tale<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is reading and making this clatter.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Göttingen knowledge was blossoming still,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But bringing no fruit to perfection;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Twas dark as pitch when I got there at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No light was in any direction.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the bridewell at Zell Hanoverians alone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Were confined; at our next Reformation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A national bridewell and one common lash<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We must have for the whole German nation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_139" id="page_139"></a>{139}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Hamburg, in that excellent town,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Many terrible rascals dwell still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And when I wander’d about the Exchange,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I fancied myself in Zell still!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Hamburg I Altona saw; ’tis a spot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In a charming situation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And all my adventures that there I met<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll tell on another occasion.”<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>14. ROMANCES.</h2> - -<h2><a name="A_WOMAN" id="A_WOMAN"></a>1. A WOMAN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They loved each other beyond belief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The woman a rogue was, the man was a thief;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At each piece of knavery, daily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She fell on the bed, laughing gaily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In joy and pleasure they pass’d the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his bosom all night she lay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they carried him off to Old Bailey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the window she stood, laughing gaily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He sent her this message: O come to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I yearn, my love, so greatly for thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I want thee, I pine, and look palely,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her head she but shook, laughing gaily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At six in the morning they hang’d the knave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At seven they laid him down in his grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At eight on her ears this fell stalely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a bumper she drank, laughing gaily.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CELEBRATION_OF_SPRING" id="CELEBRATION_OF_SPRING"></a>2. CELEBRATION OF SPRING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O list to this spring time’s terrible jest!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In savage troops the maidens fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are rushing along with fluttering hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And howls of anguish and naked breast:—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Adonis! Adonis!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The night falls fast. By torchlight clear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They sadly explore each forest track,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which mournful answers is echoing back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of laughter, sobs, sighs, and cries of fear:—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Adonis! Adonis!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_140" id="page_140"></a>{140}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That youthful figure, so wondrous fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now lies on the ground all pale and dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His blood has dyed each floweret red,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mournful sighs resound through the air:—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Adonis! Adonis!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CHILDE_HAROLD" id="CHILDE_HAROLD"></a>3. CHILDE HAROLD.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Slow and weary, moves a dreary<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stout black bark the stream along;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Visors wearing, all-uncaring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Funeral mutes the benches throng.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Mongst them dumbly, with his comely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Face upturn’d, the dead bard lies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Living seeming, toward the beaming<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Light of heaven still turn his eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the water, like a daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the stream’s voice, comes a sigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with wailing unavailing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Gainst the bark the waves dash high.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_EXORCISM" id="THE_EXORCISM"></a>4. THE EXORCISM.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The young Franciscan friar sits<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his cloister silent and lonely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He reads a magical book, which speaks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of exorcisms only.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the hour of midnight knell’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An impulse resistless came o’er him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The underground spirits with pallid lips<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He summon’d to rise up before him:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ye spirits! Go, fetch me from out of the grave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The corpse of my mistress cherish’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this one night restore her to life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rekindling joys long perish’d.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fearful exorcising word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He breathes, and his wish is granted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor dead beauty in grave-clothes white<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appears to his vision enchanted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her look is mournful; her ice-cold breast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her sighs of grief cannot smother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead one sits herself down by the monk,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In silence they gaze on each other.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_141" id="page_141"></a>{141}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="EXTRACT_FROM_A_LETTER" id="EXTRACT_FROM_A_LETTER"></a>5. EXTRACT FROM A LETTER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>The Sun speaks.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What matter all my looks to thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It is the well-known right of the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To shed down his rays on ev’ry one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I beam because ’tis proper for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What matter all my looks to thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy duties bear in mind, poor elf;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quick, marry, and get a son to thyself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so a German worthy be!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I beam because ’tis proper for me.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I wander up and down in the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From mere <i>ennui</i> I peep from on high—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What matter all my looks to thee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>The Poet speaks.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is in truth my special merit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I can bear thy radiant light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pledge of an endless youthful spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou dazzling beauty, blest and bright.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now mine eyes are growing weary,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On my poor eyelids fast are falling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a black covering, the dreary<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dark shades of night with gloom appalling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Chorus of Monkeys.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We monkeys, we monkeys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like impudent flunkies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stare at the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who can’t prevent its being done.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Chorus of Frogs.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The water is better,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But also much wetter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than ’tis in the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And merrily there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We love to gaze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the sun’s bright rays.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_142" id="page_142"></a>{142}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Chorus of Moles.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How foolish people are to chatter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of beams and sunny rays bewitching<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With us, they but produce an itching<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We scratch it and so end the matter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>A Glow-worm speaks.</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How boastingly the sun displays<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His very fleeting daily rays!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I’m not so immodest quite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet I’m an important light,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I mean by night, I mean by night!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_EVIL_STAR" id="THE_EVIL_STAR"></a>6. THE EVIL STAR.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The star, after beaming so brightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the sky fell, a vision unsightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is the love by poets sung?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A star amid a heap of dung.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a poor mangy dog, when he’s dying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath all this filth it is lying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrill crows the cock, loud grunts the sow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wallows in the fearful slough.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the garden O had I descended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By fair flowerets lovingly tended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where I oft yearn’d to find my doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A virgin death, a fragrant tomb!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ANNO_1829" id="ANNO_1829"></a>7. ANNO 1829.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give me a wide and noble field<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where I may perish decently!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O let me in this narrow world<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of shops be not condemned to die!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They eat full well, they drink full well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And revel in their mole-like bliss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their magnanimity’s as great<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As any poor-box opening is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cigars they carry in their mouths,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their hands we in their breeches view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their digestive powers are great,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O could we but digest them too!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_143" id="page_143"></a>{143}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They trade in every spice that grows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon the earth, yet we can trace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despite their spices, in the air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The odour of a grovelling race.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Could I some great transgressions, yes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Colossal bloody crimes but see,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aught but this virtue flat and tame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This solvent strict morality!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye clouds on high, O bear me hence,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To some far spot without delay!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Lapland or to Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Pomerania e’en—away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O bear me hence!—They hearken not—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The clouds on high so prudent are!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fly above this town, to seek<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With trembling haste some region far.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ANNO_1839" id="ANNO_1839"></a>8. ANNO 1839.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear distant Germany, how often<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I weep when I remember thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gay France my sorrow cannot soften,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her merry race gives pain to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Paris, in this witty region,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis cold dry reason that now reigns;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O bells of folly and religion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How sweetly sound at home your strains!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Courteous the men! Their salutation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I yet return with feelings sad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rudeness shown in every station<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my own country made me glad!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Smiling the women! but their clatter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like millwheels, never seems to cease;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Germans (not to mince the matter)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Prefer I, who lie down in peace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And all things here with restless passion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Keep whirling, like some madden’d dream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With us, they move in jog-trot fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And well-nigh void of motion seem.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_144" id="page_144"></a>{144}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Methinks I hear the distant ringing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the soft bugle’s notes serene;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The watchman’s songs I hear them singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With Philomel’s sweet strains between.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At home the bard, a happy vagrant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Schilda’s oak woods loved to rove;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From moonbeams fair and violets fragrant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My tender verses there I wove.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="AT_DAWN" id="AT_DAWN"></a>9. AT DAWN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the Faubourg Saint Marçeau<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay the mist this very morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mist of autumn, heavy, thick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a white-hued night resembling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wandering through this white-hued night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I beheld before me gliding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An enchanting female form<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which the moon’s sweet light resembled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, she was, like moonlight sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lightly floating, tender, graceful;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a slender shape of limbs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I had here in France ne’er witness’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Was it Luna’s self perchance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who with some young dear and handsome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fond Endymion had to-day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In th’ Quartier Latin been ling’ring?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On my way home thus I thought:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherefore fled she when she saw me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did the Goddess think that I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was perchance the Sun-God Phœbus?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SIR_OLAVE" id="SIR_OLAVE"></a>10. SIR OLAVE.</h2> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the door of the cathedral<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand two men, both wearing red coats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the first one is the monarch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the headsman is the other.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the headsman spake the monarch:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By the priest’s song I can gather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That the wedding is now finish’d—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Keep thy trusty hatchet ready!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_145" id="page_145"></a>{145}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the sound of bells and organ<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the church the people issue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a motley throng, and ’mongst them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Move the gay-dress’d bridal couple.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pale as death and sad and mournful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looks the monarch’s lovely daughter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bold and joyous looks Sir Olave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his ruddy lips are smiling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And with smiling ruddy lips he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus the gloomy king addresses:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Father of my wife, good morning!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Forfeited to-day my head is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I to-day must die,—O suffer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Suffer me to live till midnight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That I may with feast and torch-dance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Celebrate my happy wedding!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Let me live, O let me live, sire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Till I’ve drain’d the final goblet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Till the final dance is finish’d—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Suffer me to live till midnight!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the headsman spake the monarch:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To our son-in-law a respite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of his life we grant till midnight—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Keep thy trusty hatchet ready!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sir Olave he sits at his wedding repast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every goblet is drained at last;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon his shoulder reclines<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wife and pines—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">At the door the headsman is standing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dance begins, and Sir Olave takes hold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his youthful wife, and with haste uncontroll’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They dance by the torches’ glow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their last dance below—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">At the door the headsman is standing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fiddles strike up, so merry and glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flutes they sound so mournful and sad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whoever their dancing then saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was filled with awe—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">At the door the headsman is standing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_146" id="page_146"></a>{146}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as they dance in the echoing hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his wife speaks Sir Olave, unheard by them all:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My love will be ne’er known to thee—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The grave yawns for me—”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">At the door the headsman is standing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sir Olave, ’tis the midnight hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy days of life are number’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a king’s daughter’s arms instead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou thoughtest to have slumber’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The monks they mutter the prayers for the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The man the red coat wearing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already before the black block stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His polish’d hatchet bearing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sir Olave descends to the court below,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the swords and the lights are gleaming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ruddy lips of the Knight they smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he speaks with a countenance beaming:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I bless the sun, and I bless the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the stars in the heavens before me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I bless too the little birds that sing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the air so merrily o’er me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I bless the sea and I bless the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the flow’rs that the meadow’s life are;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I bless the violets, which are as soft<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As the eyes of my own dear wife are.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ye violet eyes of my own dear wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My life for your sakes I surrender!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I bless the elder-tree, under whose shade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We plighted our vows of love tender.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WATER_NYMPHS" id="THE_WATER_NYMPHS"></a>11. THE WATER NYMPHS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The waves were plashing against the lone strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The moon had risen lately,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The knight was lying upon the white sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In vision musing greatly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beauteous nymphs arose from the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their veils around them floated;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They softly approach’d, and fancied that sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The youth’s repose denoted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_147" id="page_147"></a>{147}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The plume of his helmet the first one felt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see if perchance it would harm her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The second took hold of his shoulder belt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And handled his heavy chain armour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The third one laugh’d, and her eyes gleam’d bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the sword from the scabbard drew she;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the bare sword leaning, she gazed on the knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And heartfelt pleasure knew she.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fourth one danced both here and there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And breath’d from her inmost bosom:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O would that I thy mistress were,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou lovely mortal blossom!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fifth her kisses with passionate strength<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the hand of the knight kept planting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sixth one tarried, and kissed at length<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His lips and his cheeks enchanting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The knight was wise, and far too discreet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To open his eyes midst such blisses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He let the fair nymphs in the moonlight sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Continue their loving kisses.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="BERTRAND_DE_BORN" id="BERTRAND_DE_BORN"></a>12. BERTRAND DE BORN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A noble pride on every feature,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His forehead stamp’d with thought mature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He could subdue each mortal creature,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bertrand de Born, the troubadour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How wondrously his sweet notes caught her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Plantagenet the Lion’s queen!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both sons as well as lovely daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He sang into his net, I ween.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The father too he fool’d discreetly!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hush’d was the monarch’s wrath and scorn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On hearing him discourse so sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The troubadour, Bertrand de Born.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SPRING" id="SPRING"></a>13. SPRING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The waters glisten and merrily glide,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How lovely is love midst spring’s splendour!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shepherdess sits by the streamlet’s side,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And twines her garlands so tender.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_148" id="page_148"></a>{148}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All nature is budding with fragrant perfume,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How lovely is love midst spring’s splendour!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shepherdess sighs from her heart: “O to whom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shall I my garlands surrender?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A horseman is riding beside the clear brook,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A kindly greeting he utters;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shepherdess views him with sorrowful look,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The plume in his hat gaily flutters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She weeps and into the gliding waves flings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her flowery garlands so tender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of kisses and love the nightingale sings—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How lovely is love midst spring’s splendour!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ALI_BEY" id="ALI_BEY"></a>14. ALI BEY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ali Bey, the true Faith’s hero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy lies in maids’ embraces;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Allah granteth him a foretaste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here on earth of heavenly rapture.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Odalisques, as fair as houris,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like gazelles in every motion—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the first his beard is curling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See, the second smoothes his forehead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the third the lute is playing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing, dancing, and with laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kissing him upon his bosom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the flames of bliss are glowing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the trumpets of a sudden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound outside, the swords are rattling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calls to arms, and shots of muskets—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lord, the Franks are marching on us!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the hero mounts his war-steed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joins the fight, but seems still dreaming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he fancies he is lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As before in maids’ embraces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst the heads of the invaders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is cutting off by dozens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is smiling like a lover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, he softly smiles and gently.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_149" id="page_149"></a>{149}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PSYCHE" id="PSYCHE"></a>15. PSYCHE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In her hand the little lamp, and<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mighty passion in her breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Psyche creepeth to the couch where<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her dear sleeper takes his rest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How she blushes, how she trembles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When his beauty she descries!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, the God of love, unveil’d thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon awakes and quickly flies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Eighteen hundred years’ repentance!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the poor thing nearly died!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Psyche fasts and whips herself still,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For she Amor naked spied.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_UNKNOWN_ONE" id="THE_UNKNOWN_ONE"></a>16. THE UNKNOWN ONE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every day I have a meeting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my golden-tressèd beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Tuileries’ fair garden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Underneath the chesnuts’ shadow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every day she goes to walk there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With two old and ugly women—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are they aunts? or else two soldiers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Muffled up in women’s garments?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Overawed by the mustachios<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her masculine attendants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And still farther overawed too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the feelings in my bosom,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I ne’er ventured e’en one sighing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Word to whisper as I pass’d her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with looks I scarcely ventured<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever to proclaim my passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the first time I to-day have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learnt her name. Her name is Laura,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the Provençal fair maiden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom the famous poet loved so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laura is her name! I’ve gone now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just as far as Master Petrarch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who the fair one celebrated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In canzonas and in sonnets.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_150" id="page_150"></a>{150}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laura is her name! like Petrarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can now platonically<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Revel in this name euphonious—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He himself no further ventured.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_CHANGE" id="THE_CHANGE"></a>17. THE CHANGE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With brunettes I now have finish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And this year am once more fond<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the eyes whose colour blue is,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the hair whose colour’s blond.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mild the blond one, whom I love now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in meekness quite a gem!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She would be some blest saint’s image,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Held her hand a lily stem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Slender limbs of wondrous beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Little flesh, much sympathy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All her soul is glowing but for<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Faith and hope and charity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She maintains she understands not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">German,—but it can’t be so;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hast ne’er read the heavenly poem<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Klopstock wrote some time ago?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FORTUNE" id="FORTUNE"></a>18. FORTUNE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Madam Fortune, thou in vain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Act’st the coy one! I can gain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By my own exertions merely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All thy favours prized so dearly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou art overcome by me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the yoke I fasten thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art mine beyond escaping—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my bleeding wounds are gaping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All my red blood gushes out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My life’s courage to the rout<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon is put; I’m vanquish’d lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in victory’s hour am dying.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LAMENTATION_OF_AN_OLD-GERMAN_YOUTH" id="LAMENTATION_OF_AN_OLD-GERMAN_YOUTH"></a>19. LAMENTATION OF AN OLD-GERMAN YOUTH.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The man on whom virtue smiles is blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He is lost who neglects her instructions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor youth that I am, I am ruin’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By evil companions’ seductions.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_151" id="page_151"></a>{151}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For cards and dice soon dispossess’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My pockets of all their money;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At first the maidens consoled me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With smiles as luscious as honey.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when they had fuddled with wine their guest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And torn my garments, straightway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Poor youth that I am) they seized me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bundled me out at the gateway.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On waking after a bad night’s rest,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sad end to all my ambition!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor youth that I am, I was filling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At Cassel a sentry’s position.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>20. AWAY!</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The day’s enamour’d of the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The springtime loves the winter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And life’s in love with death,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou, thou lovest me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou lov’st me—thou’rt already seized<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By fear-inspiring shadows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all thy blossoms fade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To death thy soul is bleeding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Away from me, and only love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The butterflies, gay triflers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who in the sunlight sport—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away from me and sorrow!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MADAM_METTE" id="MADAM_METTE"></a>21. MADAM METTE.<br /><br /> -(From the Danish.)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Says Bender to Peter over their wine:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll wager (though doubtless you’re clever)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That though your fine singing may conquer the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My wife ’twill conquer never.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Peter replied: “I’ll wager my horse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To your dog, or the devil is in it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll sing Madam Mette into my house<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“This evening, at twelve to a minute.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the hour of midnight drew near,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Friend Peter commenced his sweet singing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right over the forest, right over the flood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His charming notes were ringing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_152" id="page_152"></a>{152}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fir-trees listen’d in silence deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The flood stood still and listen’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pale moon trembled high up in the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wise stars joyously glisten’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Madam Mette awoke from out of her sleep:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What singing! How sweet the seduction!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She put on her dress, and left the house—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alas, it proved her destruction!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Right through the forest, right through the flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She speeded onward straightway;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Peter, with the might of his song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Allured her inside his own gateway.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when she at morning return’d back home,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the door her husband caught her:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pray tell me, good wife, where you spent the night!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Your garments are dripping with water.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I spent the night at the water-nymphs’ stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And heard the Future told by them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The mocking fairies wetted me through<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With their splashes, for going too nigh them.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“You have not been to the water-nymphs’ stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The sand there could ne’er make you muddy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Your feet, good wife, are bleeding and torn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Your cheeks are also bloody.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I spent the night in the elfin wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To see the elfin dances;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I wounded my feet and face with the thorns<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And fir-boughs cutting like lances.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The elfins dance in the sweet month of May<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On flowery plains, but the chilly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Bleak days of autumn now reign on the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The wind in the forests howls shrilly.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Peter Nielsen’s I spent the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“He sang so mightily to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That through the forest, and through the flood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“He irresistibly drew me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“His song is mighty as death itself,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To-night and perdition alluring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Its tuneful glow still burns in my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“ A speedy death insuring.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_153" id="page_153"></a>{153}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The door of the church is hung with black,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The funeral bells are ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Madam Mette’s terrible death<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To public notice bringing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor Bender sighs, as he stands at the bier,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Twas sad to hear him call so!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I now have lost my beautiful wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And lost my true dog also.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_MEETING" id="THE_MEETING"></a>22. THE MEETING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The music under the linden-tree sounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The boys and the maidens dance lightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amongst them two dance, whom nobody knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of figures noble and sightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They float about here, they float about there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a way that strange habits expresses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They smile at each other, they shake their heads,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The maiden the youth thus addresses:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My handsome youth, upon thy hat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There nods a lily splendid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That only grows in the depths of the sea,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Adam thou art not descended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Kelpie art thou, who the fair village maids<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would’st allure with thy arts of seduction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I knew thee at once, at the very first sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By thy teeth of fish-like construction.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They float about here, they float about there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a way that strange habits expresses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They smile at each other, they shake their heads,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The youth the maid thus addresses:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My handsome maiden, tell me why<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy hand so icy cold is?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And tell me why thy snow-white dress<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So moist in every fold is?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I knew thee at once, at the very first sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By thy bantering salutation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou art no mortal child of man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But the water-nymph, my relation.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_154" id="page_154"></a>{154}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fiddles are silent, and finish’d the dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They part like sister and brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They know each other only too well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shun now the sight of each other.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="KING_HAROLD_HARFAGAR" id="KING_HAROLD_HARFAGAR"></a>23. KING HAROLD HARFAGAR.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The great King Harold Harfagar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In ocean’s depths is sitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside his lovely water-fay;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The years are over him flitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By water-sprite’s magical arts chain’d down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He is neither living nor dead now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And while in this state of baneful bliss<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Two hundred years have sped now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The head of the king is laid on the lap<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the beautiful woman, and ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He yearningly gazes up tow’rd her eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And looks away from her never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His golden hair is silver grey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His cheekbones (of time’s march a token)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Project like a ghost’s from his yellow face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His body is wither’d and broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And many a time from his sweet dream of love<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He suddenly is waking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For over him wildly rages the flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The castle of glass rudely shaking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He oftentimes fancies he hears in the wind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Northmen shouting out gladly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He raises his arms with joyous haste,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then lets them fall again sadly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He oftentimes fancies he hears far above<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The seamen their voices raising,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great King Harold Harfagar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In songs heroical praising.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then the king from the depth of his heart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Begins sobbing and wailing and sighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When quickly the water-fay over him bends,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With loving kisses replying.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_155" id="page_155"></a>{155}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_LOWER_WORLD" id="THE_LOWER_WORLD"></a>24. THE LOWER WORLD.</h2> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many a time poor Pluto sigh’d thus:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Were I but a single man!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Since my married life began,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Hell, I’ve learnt, was not a hell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Till I to a wife was tied thus!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Would that I remain’d still single!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Since I Proserpine did wed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Each day wish I I was dead!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“With the bark of Cerberus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Her loud scoldings ever mingle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Each attempt I make is fruitless<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“After peace. There’s not a ghost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Half so sad in all my host,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“And I envy Sisyphus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the Danaid’s labour bootless.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On golden chair in the regions infernal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside her spouse, the monarch eternal,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Queen Proserpine’s sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i6">With mien ill befitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her station, and sadly she’s sighing:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For roses I yearn, and the rapturous blisses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of Philomel’s song, and the sun’s sweet kisses;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“And here ’mongst the pallid<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Lemures and squalid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dead bodies, my youth’s days are flying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m firmly bound in the hard yoke of marriage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In this hole, which I’m sure e’en a rat would disparage<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“And the spectres unsightly<br /></span> -<span class="i6">“Through my window peep nightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their wails with the Styx’s groans vying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This very day I’ve invited to dinner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Old Charon, the bald-pated spindle-shank’d sinner,—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“And also the Judges,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Those wearisome drudges—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Such company’s really too trying!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_156" id="page_156"></a>{156}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst these murmurs unavailing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the lower world found vent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ceres on the earth was wailing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the crazy goddess went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With no cap on, with no collar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with loose dishevell’d hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Uttering, in a voice of dolour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That lament known everywhere:<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Is’t the beauteous spring I see?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hath the earth grown young again?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sunlit hills glow verdantly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Bursting through their icy chain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From the streamlet’s mirror blue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Smiles the now-unclouded sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Zephyr’s wings wave milder too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Youthful blossoms ope their eye.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the grove sweet songs resound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“While the Oread thus doth speak:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Once again thy flow’rs are found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Vain thy daughter ’tis to seek.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah, how long ’tis since I went<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“First in search o’er earth’s wide face!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Titan, all thy rays I sent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Seeking for the loved one’s trace!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of that form so dear, no ray<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hath as yet brought news to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the all-discerning Day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Cannot yet the lost one see.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hast thou, Zeus, her from me torn?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Or to Orcus’ gloomy stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hath she been by Pluto borne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Smitten by her beauty’s beams?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Who will to yon dreary strand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Be the herald of my woe?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ever leaves the bark the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yet but shadows in it go.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To each blest eye evermore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Closed those night-like fields remain;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_157" id="page_157"></a>{157}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Styx no living form e’er bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Since his stream first wash’d the plain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thousand paths lead downward there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“None lead up again to light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And her tears no witness e’er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Brings to her sad mother’s sight.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ceres! my good wife’s relation!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Prythee cease to weep and call so!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I now grant your application—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I have suffer’d greatly also!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Comfort take! we’ll share your daughter’s<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Sweet society, and let her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Have on earth six months her quarters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yearly, if you like it better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She, when men in summer swelter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Can assist your rural labours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Neath a straw hat taking shelter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Flow’r-bedizen’d, like her neighbours’.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She can rant, when colours glowing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Robe the evening sky in splendour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When beside the stream is blowing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On his flute a bumpkin tender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She’ll rejoice with lads and lasses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At the harvest-home’s gay dances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And amongst the sheep and asses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Be a lioness, the chance is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll recruit my spirits sinking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Here in Orcus in a canter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Mingled punch and Lethe drinking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And forget my wife instanter!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Methinks at times thy brow is shaded<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With yearnings that in secret dwell;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy hapless lot I know full well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Lost love, a life untimely faded!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou nodd’st a sad assent! I never<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Can give thee back thy youthful prime;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy heart’s woes cannot heal with time:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A faded life, love lost for ever!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_158" id="page_158"></a>{158}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MISCELLANIES" id="MISCELLANIES"></a>15. MISCELLANIES.</h2> - -<h4>1. MULEDOM.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy father, as is known to all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A donkey was, beyond denial;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy mother on the other hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A noble brood-mare proved on trial.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy mulish nature, worthy friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though little liked, a thing of course is;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet thou canst say, with perfect truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That thou belongest to the horses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou spring’st from proud Bucephalus;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy fathers were with the invaders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who to the Holy Sepulchre<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of old time went, the famed Crusaders.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou countest ’mongst thy relatives<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The charger ridden by the glorious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir Godfrey of Bouillon the day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He took God’s town with arm victorious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou canst aver that Bayard’s steed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy cousin was, and say (andante)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine aunt the knight Don Quixote bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The most heroic Rosinante.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Sancho’s donkey thou’lt not own<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As kin, he being much too lowly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt e’en disown the ass’s foal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That whilome bore the Saviour holy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thou art not obliged to stick<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A long-ear surely in thy scutcheon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thine own value be the judge,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thou wilt never lay too much on.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SYMBOL_OF_MADNESS" id="THE_SYMBOL_OF_MADNESS"></a>2. THE SYMBOL OF MADNESS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’ll now begin to sing the song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of a Number of much reputation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Known by the name of Number Three:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To joy succeeds vexation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though sprung from an old Arabian stock,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Christian estimation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing in Europe higher stood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than this Number of proud reputation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_159" id="page_159"></a>{159}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A very pattern of modesty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How great was her indignation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At finding the man in bed with the maid!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She gave them a sound castigation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In summer her coffee at seven <small>A.M.</small><br /></span> -<span class="i2">She drank with much gratification,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In winter at nine, and slept all night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without the least molestation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now ’tis time to alter our rhyme,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To-day is changed to to-morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, sad to say, poor Number Three<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must suffer pain and sorrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There came a cobbler who said: “The head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of Number Three at present<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is like a small Seven that’s placed on the top<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the moon when she’s shaped like a crescent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Seven the mystical number is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the ancient Pythagoreans;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The crescent Diana’s worship denotes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And also recals the Sabeans.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Three herself the famed Shibboleth is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the senior bonze of Babel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Intriguing with whom she at length gave birth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To the Holy Trinity’s fable.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A tailor came next, with a smile on his face;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor Number Three, he insisted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was nought but a name, and nowhere else<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Except upon paper existed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When poor Three heard these cruel words,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a duck in a state of distraction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She waddled here and waddled there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lamenting with vehement action:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m just as old as the sea and the wold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As the stars that in heaven are blinking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve seen kingdoms ascend, and presently end,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And nations rising and sinking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ve stood on the ceaselessly whirling loom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of time for many long ages;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve peep’d into Nature’s fashioning womb,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where everything rushes and rages.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_160" id="page_160"></a>{160}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And nevertheless I withstood all assaults<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of darkness and sensuality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And safely preserved my virgin charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Despite their cruel brutality.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What use is my virtue now? By the wise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the fools I am evil entreated;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The world is wicked, and ne’er content<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Till every one is cheated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But cheer up, my heart! thou still hast left<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy faith and hope and charity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With excellent coffee and glasses of rum<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Above the reach of vulgarity.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="PRIDE" id="PRIDE"></a>3. PRIDE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Countess Gudel of Gudelfeld town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because you are wealthy, you’re held in renown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With not less than four horses contented,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At court you are duly presented;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In carriage of gold you go lightly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the castle, where waxlights gleam brightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up the marble stairs rustle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your clothes with their bustle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then at the top, on the landing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The servants in gay dresses standing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shout: Madame la Comtesse de Gudelfeld!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your fan in your hand, talking loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the chamber you wander on proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With diamonds gaily bedizen’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In pearls and Brussels lace prison’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your snowy bosom with madness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is heaving in uncontroll’d gladness.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What smiles, nods, polite interjections!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What curtsies and deep genuflexions!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Duchess of Pavia<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calls you her <i>cara mia</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nobles and courtiers advancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Invite you to join in the dancing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the heir to the crown (who’s thought witty)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says loudly: How graceful and pretty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are all the <i>stern</i> movements of Gudelfeld!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_161" id="page_161"></a>{161}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But if, poor creature, you money did lack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world would straightway show you its back;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very lackeys with loathing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would spit on your clothing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Stead of bows and civility,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nought but vulgar scurrility;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Duchess would cross herself rudely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Crown Prince take snuff, and say shrewdly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She smells of garlic—this Gudelfeld!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>4. AWAY!</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If by one woman thou’rt jilted, love<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Another, and so forget her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pack up thy knapsack, and straight remove<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the town will be still better.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt soon discover a blue lake fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By weeping willows surrounded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy trifling grief thou’lt weep away there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy pangs so little founded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst climbing up the hillside fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou’lt pant and groan full loudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when on the rocky summit at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou’lt hear the eagle scream proudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An eagle thyself thou’lt seem to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">New life the change will bestow thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt feel thou hast lost, when thus set free,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not much in the world below thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WINTER" id="WINTER"></a>5. WINTER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cold may burn us sadly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like fire, and mortals hurry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amidst the snowdrift madly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With still-increasing flurry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O winter stern and chilly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When frozen are our noses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And piano-strumming silly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our ears so discomposes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I like the summer only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When in the wood I’m roving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my own griefs all-lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And scanning verses loving.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_162" id="page_162"></a>{162}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_OLD_CHIMNEYPIECE" id="THE_OLD_CHIMNEYPIECE"></a>6. THE OLD CHIMNEYPIECE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Outside fall the snowflakes lightly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the night, loud raves the storm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my room the fire glows brightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ’tis cosy, silent, warm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Musing sit I on the settle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the firelight’s cheerful blaze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Listening to the busy kettle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Humming long-forgotten lays.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And beside me sits a kitten,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Warming at the blaze her feet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strangely are my senses smitten<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the flickering flames they meet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many a dim long-buried story<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er me soon begins to rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with dead and faded glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in strange and mask’d disguise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lovely women with shrewd faces<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Greet me with a secret smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the harlequins run races,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laughing merrily the while.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Distant marble-gods nod kindly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dreamily beside them grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fable-flow’rs, whose leaves wave blindly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the moonlight to and fro.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Magic castles, once resplendent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ruin’d now, in sight appear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knights in armour, squires attendant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quickly follow in their rear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All these visions I discover<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As with shadowy haste they pass,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, the kettle’s boiling over,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the kitten’s burnt, alas!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LONGING" id="LONGING"></a>7. LONGING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou beholdest in thy vision<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fable’s silent flow’rs before thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a yearning wild steals o’er thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At their fragrant scent elysian.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_163" id="page_163"></a>{163}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But thou from those flow’rs art parted<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By a gulf both deep and fearful;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou becomest sad and tearful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at last art broken-hearted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How they glitter! how they lure me!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could I but the gulf pass over!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How the secret to discover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a bridge across procure me?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HELENA" id="HELENA"></a>8. HELENA.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou hast call’d me forth from out of the grave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By means of thy magic will now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fill’d me full of love’s fierce glow—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This glow thou never canst still now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O press thy mouth against my mouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man’s breath with heaven is scented;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy very soul I’ll drain to the dregs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dead are never contented.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WISE_STARS" id="THE_WISE_STARS"></a>9. THE WISE STARS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The flowerets sweet are crush’d by the feet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full soon, and perish despairing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One passes by, and they must die,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The modest as well as the daring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pearls all sleep in the caves of the deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where one finds them, despite wind and weather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hole is soon bored and they’re strung on a cord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there fast yoked together.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The stars are more wise, and keep in the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hold the earth at a distance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shed their light in the heavens so bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In safe and endless existence.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_ANGELS" id="THE_ANGELS"></a>10. THE ANGELS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Faithless as Saint Thomas, never<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could I in the heaven believe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which both Jew and Priest endeavour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To compel men to receive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That the angels, though, are real<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have never held in doubt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spotless, and of grace ideal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On this earth they move about.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_164" id="page_164"></a>{164}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still I doubt if such a being<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wing’d is, it must be confess’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have recently been seeing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wingless angels, I protest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With their dear and loving glances<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With their loving hands so white<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men they guard, and all advances<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of misfortune put to flight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every one can comfort borrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From their favour and regard;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most of all that child of sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom the people call a bard.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="POEMS_FOR_THE_TIMES" id="POEMS_FOR_THE_TIMES"></a>16. POEMS FOR THE TIMES.</h2> - -<h2><a name="SOUND_DOCTRINE" id="SOUND_DOCTRINE"></a>1. SOUND DOCTRINE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quick, beat the drum, and be not afraid,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The suttler-maiden lovingly kiss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is the whole of knowledge, in truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The deepest book-learning lies in this.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quick, drum the people out of their sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And drum the réveille with the ardour of youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as you march, continue to drum—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This is the whole of knowledge, in truth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All Hegel’s philosophy here is found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The deepest book-learning lies in this;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve found it out, because I’m no fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And also because I drum not amiss.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ADAM_THE_FIRST" id="ADAM_THE_FIRST"></a>2. ADAM THE FIRST.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gendarmes of heaven with flaming swords<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou sent’st in cruel fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drov’st me out of Paradise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without the least compassion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In search of another country, I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my wife from Eden hasted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou canst not alter the fact that there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tree of knowledge I tasted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_165" id="page_165"></a>{165}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou canst not alter the fact that I know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy weakness and many blunders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">However mighty thou seemest to be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When wielding death and thunders.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O heavens, how pitiful is this<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Consilium abeundi!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I call it a Magnificus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of earth, a Lumen Mundi.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I shall not miss the spacious realms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Paradise one minute.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is no genuine Paradise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When trees forbidden are in it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I claim my full unfetter’d rights!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The slightest limitation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Changes my Paradise at once<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To hell and desolation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WARNING" id="WARNING"></a>3. WARNING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Worthy friend, ’twill be perdition<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Books like this to think of printing!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wouldst thou money earn or honour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou must bend in meek submission.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Never in this manner flighty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shouldest thou before the public<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus have spoken of the parsons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of monarchs high and mighty!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Friend, thou’lt be by all forsaken!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Princes have long arms, the parsons<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have long tongues, and then the public<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have long ears, or I’m mistaken!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TO_A_QUONDAM_FOLLOWER_OF_GOETHE" id="TO_A_QUONDAM_FOLLOWER_OF_GOETHE"></a>4. TO A QUONDAM FOLLOWER OF GOETHE.<br /><br /> -(1832.)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hast thou, then, superior risen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the chilly dream of glory<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which great Weimar’s poet hoary<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wove around thee, like a prison?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are thy old friends bores now voted?—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Clara, Gretchen,—names familiar,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Serlo’s chaste maid, and Ottilia<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the “Wahlverwandschaft” noted?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_166" id="page_166"></a>{166}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou’rt with Germany enchanted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Art become a Mignon-hater,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thou seek’st for freedom greater<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than Philina ever granted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a Luneburgomaster,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou dost battle for the nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Holding up to execration<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kings, as causing all disaster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I hear with pleasure hearty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What a pitch thy praises grow to,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And how thou’rt a Mirabeau, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At each Luneburg tea-party!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SECRET" id="THE_SECRET"></a>5. THE SECRET.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We sigh not, and the eye’s not moisten’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We laugh at times, we often smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In not a look, in not a gesture<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The secret comes to light the while.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Deep in our bleeding spirit hidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It lies in silent misery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If in our wild heart it finds language,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The mouth’s still closed convulsively.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ask of the suckling in the cradle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ask of the dead man in the grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They may perchance disclose the secret<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To which I never utt’rance gave.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ON_THE_WATCHMANS_ARRIVAL_IN_PARIS" id="ON_THE_WATCHMANS_ARRIVAL_IN_PARIS"></a>6. ON THE WATCHMAN’S ARRIVAL IN PARIS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Good watchman with face so sad and despairing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Why runnest thou hither with headlong speed?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My dear fellow-countrymen, how are they faring?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My fatherland, is it from tyranny freed?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All’s going on well, and liberty’s blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is showering silently on us its stores,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Germany, calmly and safely progressing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unfolds and develops herself within doors.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unlike France, superficial are none of her blossoms,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>There</i> freedom but touches the outside of life;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis but in the depths of their innermost bosoms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That freedom with Germans is found to be rife.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_167" id="page_167"></a>{167}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They’ll finish Cologne’s great cathedral, they tell us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Hohenzollerns[A] have brought this to pass;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Hapsburg[A] has shown himself equally zealous,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Wittelsbach<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> gives it some fine painted glass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That true Magna Charta, a free constitution,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They’ve promised, and surely their promise they’ll keep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A king’s word’s a prize, without circumlocution,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like the Nibelung stone in the Rhine it lies deep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Brutus of rivers, the free Rhine, they surely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can never remove him from out of his bed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Dutchman his feet have fasten’d securely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Switzers securely are holding his head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God will grant us a fleet, if we prove persevering;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our patriotic exuberant strength<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will find a vent in sailing and steering,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pain of imprisonment ending at length.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The seeds cast their shells and the spring’s blooming sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We draw a free breath at this time of the year;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If permission to print is denied us completely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The censorship will of itself disappear.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_DRUM-MAJOR15" id="THE_DRUM-MAJOR15"></a>7. THE DRUM-MAJOR.<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The old drum-major it is that we see;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor fellow, he’s pull’d down sadly!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Emperor’s time a youngster was he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And merrily lived and gladly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He used to balance his ponderous stick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While a smile on his face play’d lightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silver-lace on his tunic so thick<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the rays of the sun gleam’d brightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whene’er with a mighty roll of the drum<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He enter’d a village or city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He caused an echo responsive to come<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the heart of each girl, plain or pretty.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_168" id="page_168"></a>{168}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He came and saw and conquer’d too<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each fair one welcomed him in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His black moustache was wetted through<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With tears of German women.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Resistance was vain! In every land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That the foreign invaders came to,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Emperor vanquished the gentlemen, and<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The drum-major each maiden and dame too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our sorrows full long we patiently bore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like oaks, with no one to heed ’em,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the Authorities gave us once more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The signal to battle for freedom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like buffaloes rushing on to the fray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We toss’d our horns up proudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The yoke of France we cast away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The songs of Körner sang loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O terrible verses! the tyrant’s ear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At their awful sound revolted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Emperor and the drum-major in fear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Precipitately bolted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They both of them reap’d the wages of sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And came to an end inglorious;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Emperor Napoleon tumbled in<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hands of the Britons victorious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Saint Helena his time he now pass’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In martyrdom, banish’d from France, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, after long suff’ring, died at last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of that terrible ailment cancer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The poor drum-major, too, fell in disgrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lost his situation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In our hotel he took the place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of boots,—what degradation!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He warms the oven, he scours the pots,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wood and water fetches;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His grey head wags as he wheezingly trots<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up the stairs, so weak the poor wretch is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Fritz comes to see me, he finds himself<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inclined to jeer and rally<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The comical lanky poor old elf<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his motions shilly-shally.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_169" id="page_169"></a>{169}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Fritz, a truce to raillery, please!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sons of Germany never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should fallen greatness love to tease,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or to torment endeavour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such people you ought to regard with pride<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And filial piety rather;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance upon the mother’s side<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The old man is your father!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DEGENERACY" id="DEGENERACY"></a>8. DEGENERACY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Has Nature’s self been going backward,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And human faults assuming, then?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very plants and beasts, I fancy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now lie as much as mortal men.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I trust not in the lily’s chasteness;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The colour’d fop, the butterfly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toys with her, kisses, round her flutters,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till lost is all her purity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The violet’s modesty moreover<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I hold full cheap. The little flower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the coquettish breezes trifles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In secret pants for fame and power.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I doubt if Philomel appreciates<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The time she sings with pompous mien;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She overdoes it, sobs, and warbles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Methinks from nought but pure routine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Truth from the earth is fast departing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The days of Faith are also o’er;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dogs still wag their tails, smell bully<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet are faithful now no more.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HENRY" id="HENRY"></a>9. HENRY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Canossa’s castle courtyard<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stands the German Cæsar Henry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Barefoot, clad in penitential<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shirt—the night is cold and rainy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the window high above him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Peep two figures, and the moonlight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gregory’s bald head illumines<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the bosom of Mathilda.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_170" id="page_170"></a>{170}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Henry, with his lips all pallid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Murmurs pious paternosters;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in his imperial heart he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Secretly revolts and speaks thus:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In my distant German country<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Upward rise the sturdy mountains;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the mountain-pits in silence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Grows the iron for the war-axe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In my distant German country<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Upward rise the fine oak-forests;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the loftiest oak-stem ’mongst them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Grows the handle for the war-axe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou, my dear and faithful country,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wilt beget the hero also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who in time will crush the serpent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of my sorrows with his war-axe.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LIFES_JOURNEY" id="LIFES_JOURNEY"></a>10. LIFE’S JOURNEY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What laughter and singing! The sun’s rays crossing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each other gleam brightly; the billows are tossing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The joyous bark, and there I reclined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With friends beloved and lightsome mind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bark was presently wreck’d and shatter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friends were poor swimmers, and soon were scatter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all were drown’d, in our fatherland;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>I</i> was thrown by the storm on the Seine’s far strand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Another ship I now ascended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My journey by new companions attended;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By strange waves toss’d and rock’d, I depart—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How far my home! how heavy my heart!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more arises that singing and laughter!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind pipes loud, the planks crack soon after—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In heaven is quench’d the last last star—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How heavy my heart! My home how far!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_NEW_JEWISH_HOSPITAL_AT_HAMBURG" id="THE_NEW_JEWISH_HOSPITAL_AT_HAMBURG"></a>11. THE NEW JEWISH HOSPITAL AT HAMBURG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A hospital for Jews who’re sick and needy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For those unhappy threefold sons of sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Afflicted by the three most dire misfortunes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of poverty, disease, and Judaism.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_171" id="page_171"></a>{171}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The worst by far of all the three the last is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That family misfortune, thousand years old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That plague which had its birth in Nile’s far valley,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The old Egyptian and unsound religion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Incurable deep pain! ’gainst which avail not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor douche nor vapour-bath, the apparatus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of surgery, nor all the means of healing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which this house offers to its sickly inmates.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Will Time, eternal goddess, e’er extinguish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This glowing ill, descending from the father<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the son,—and will the grandson ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be cured, and rational become and happy?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I cannot tell! Yet in the meantime let us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extol that heart which lovingly and wisely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sought to alleviate pain as far as may be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the wounds a timely balsam pouring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear worthy man! He here has built a refuge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For sorrows which by the physician’s science<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Or else by death’s!) are curable, providing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cushions, refreshing drinks, and food, and nurses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A man of deeds, he did his very utmost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Devoted to good works his hard-earned savings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his life’s evening, kindly and humanely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Recruiting from his toils by acts of mercy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He gave with open hand—but gifts still richer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His tears, full often from his eyes were rolling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tears fair and precious, which he wept deploring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His brethren’s great, incurable misfortune.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="GEORGE_HERWEGH16" id="GEORGE_HERWEGH16"></a>12. GEORGE HERWEGH.<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Germany first drank her fill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You then were her obedient vassal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believing in each pipe-bowl still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in its black-red-golden tassel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when the fond delirium ceased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good friend, how great your consternation!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The public seem’d a very beast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After its sweet intoxication!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_172" id="page_172"></a>{172}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pelted by vile abusive swarms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With rotten apples, in disorder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under an escort of gendarmes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You reach’d at length the German border.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There you stood still. A tear you wiped<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Away, the well-known posts on spying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which like the zebra’s back are striped,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With heavy heart as follows sighing:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Aranjuez, in lightsome mood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Once stay’d I in thy halls so splendid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When I before King Philip stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By all his proud grandees attended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He gave me an approving smile<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When I the Marquis Posa acted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My prose he could not relish, while<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My verses his applause attracted.”<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_TENDENCY" id="THE_TENDENCY"></a>13. THE TENDENCY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">German bard! extol our glorious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">German freedom, that thy lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May possess our souls, and fire us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to mighty deeds inspire us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the Marseillaise notorious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Be no more, like Werther, tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who for Lotte sigh’d all day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou shouldst tell the people proudly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What the bells proclaim so loudly,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speak of dirks, swords, no surrender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gentle flutes no more resemble,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be not so idyllic, pray!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fire the mortars, beat to quarters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crash, kill, thunder, make them tremble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Crash, kill, thunder like a devil<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till the last foe flies away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this cause devote thy singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy poetic efforts bringing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the common public’s level.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_173" id="page_173"></a>{173}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_CHILD" id="THE_CHILD"></a>14. THE CHILD.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The good their gifts in dream enjoy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How did it fare with thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce feeling it, you’ve got a boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor virgin Germany!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This boy an urchin frolicsome<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere long shall we behold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A first-rate archer he’ll become,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As Cupid was of old.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He’ll pierce the soaring eagle through;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, proudly though he fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The double-headed eagle too<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Struck by his bolt, shall die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But that blind heathen God of love<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will he resemble not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In wearing neither clothes nor glove,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor be a sans-culotte.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The seasons in our land combine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With morals and police<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make both old and young incline<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To wear their clothes in peace.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_PROMISE" id="THE_PROMISE"></a>15. THE PROMISE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You no more shall barefoot crawl so<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the dirt, poor German freedom!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stockings (as you find you need ’em)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall have, and stout boots also.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As respects your head, upon it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To protect your ears from freezin’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the chilly winter-season<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall have a nice warm bonnet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You shall have, too, savoury messes—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grand the future that’s before you!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let no Satyr, I implore you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lure you onward to excesses!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Do not haste on fast and faster!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Render, as becomes inferiors,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Due respect to your superiors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the worthy burgomaster.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_174" id="page_174"></a>{174}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_CHANGELING" id="THE_CHANGELING"></a>16. THE CHANGELING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A child with monstrous pumpkin head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grey pigtail, and moustache light red,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With lanky arms and yet stupendous,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No bowels, yet with maw tremendous,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A changeling which a Corporal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into our cradle had let fall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On stealing from it our own baby—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This monster, falsehood’s child, (or may be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas in reality the son<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his own favourite dog alone)—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What need to say how much we spurn it?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For heaven’s sake, drown it or else burn it!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_EMPEROR_OF_CHINA18" id="THE_EMPEROR_OF_CHINA18"></a>17. THE EMPEROR OF CHINA.<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My father was a dreadful bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A good-for-nothing dandy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I’m a mighty Emperor,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And love a bumper of brandy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These glorious draughts all others surpass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In this, their magical power:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As soon as I have drain’d my glass,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All China bursts into flower.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Middle Kingdom bursts into life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A blossoming meadow seeming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man I wellnigh become, and my wife<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon gives me signs of teeming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On every side abundance reigns,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sick no longer need potions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Confucius, Court-philosopher, gains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Distinct and positive notions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ryebread the soldiers used to eat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of almond cakes is made now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very vagabonds in the street<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In silk and satin parade now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The knightly Order of Mandarins,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those weak old invalids, daily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are gaining strength and filling their skins,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And shaking their pigtails gaily.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_175" id="page_175"></a>{175}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The great pagoda, faith’s symbol prized,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is ready for those who’re believing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last of the Jews are here baptized,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Dragon’s order receiving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The noble Manchoos exclaim, when freed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the presence of revolution:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The bastinado is all that we need,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We want no constitution!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pupils of Æsculapius perhaps<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May tell me that drink’s dissipation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I continue to drink my Schnaps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To benefit the nation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And so in drinking I persevere;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It tastes like very manna!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My people are happy, and drink their beer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And join in shouting Hosanna!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>18. CHURCH-COUNSELLOR PROMETHEUS.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Good Sir Paulus,<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> noble robber,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the gods are on thee gazing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their brows in anger knitted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Furious at the theft amazing<br /></span> - -<span class="i0">Thou hast practised in Olympus—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sorry for it they will make thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fear the fate of poor Prometheus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If Jove’s bailiffs overtake thee!<br /></span> - -<span class="i0">Worse indeed his theft, because he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stole the light in heaven dwelling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To enlighten us weak mortals—<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Thou</i> didst steal the works of Schelling,<br /></span> - -<span class="i0">Just the opposite of light,—nay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Darkness we can feel and handle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the old Egyptian darkness,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not one solitary candle!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_176" id="page_176"></a>{176}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_WATCHMAN" id="TO_THE_WATCHMAN"></a>19. TO THE WATCHMAN.<br /><br /> -(On a recent occasion.)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If heart and style remain still true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll not object, whatever you do.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friend, I never will mistake you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en though a Counsellor they make you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They now are raising a terrible din<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because you’ve been sworn as a Counsellor in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the Seine to the Elbe, regardless of reason,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For months they’ve declaim’d thus against your sad treason:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His progress onward is changed of late<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To progress backward; O, answer us straight—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Swabian crabs are you really riding?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is’t only court-ladies you now take pride in?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perchance you are tired, and long for rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All night on your horn you’ve been blowing your best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now on a nail you quietly stow it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer for Germany’s hobby you’ll blow it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You lie down in bed, and straightway close<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your eyes, but vainly you seek for repose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before the window the mockers salute us:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Awake, Liberator! What! sleeping, Brutus?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, bawlers like these can never know why<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The best of watchmen ceases to cry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These young braggadocios cannot discover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why man his exertions at length gives over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You ask me how matters are going on here?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No breeze is stirring, the atmosphere’s clear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The weathercocks all are perplex’d, not discerning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The proper direction in which to be turning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CONSOLING_THOUGHTS" id="CONSOLING_THOUGHTS"></a>20. CONSOLING THOUGHTS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We sleep as Brutus slept of yore,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet he awoke, and ventured to bore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Cæsar’s bosom his chilly dagger!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Romans their tyrants loved to stagger.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No Romans are we, tobacco we smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each nation its favourite taste can invoke;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each nation its special merit possesses—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The finest dumplings Swabia dresses.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_177" id="page_177"></a>{177}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Germans are we, kindhearted and brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sleep as soundly as though in the grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when we awake, our thirst is excessive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But not for the blood of tyrants oppressive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis our great pride to be as true<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As heart of oak and linden too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The land which oaks and lindens gives birth to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can never produce a Brutus of worth too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And e’en if amongst us a Brutus were found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Cæsar exists in the country round;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despite all his search, he would find him never,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We make good gingerbread however.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’ve six-and-thirty masters and lords,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Not one too many!) who wear their swords<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stars on their regal breasts to protect them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Ides of March can never affect them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We call them Father, and Fatherland<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We call the country they command<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By right of descent, and love to call so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We love sour-crout and sausages also.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when our Father walks in the street<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We take off our hats with reverence meet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our guileless Germany, injuring no man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is not a den of murderers Roman.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WORLD_TURNED_UPSIDE_DOWN" id="THE_WORLD_TURNED_UPSIDE_DOWN"></a>21. THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The world is topsy-turvy turn’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We walk feet-upwards in it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The woodcocks shoot the sportsmen down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A dozen in a minute.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The calves are seen to roast the cook,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On men are riding the horses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On freedom of teaching and laws of light<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Catholic owl discourses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The herring is a sans-culotte,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The truth is told by Bettina,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And puss-in-boots brings Sophocles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the stage, with learned demeanour.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_178" id="page_178"></a>{178}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An ape for German heroes has built<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Pantheon, for glory zealous;<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Massmann has lately been using a comb,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As German papers tell us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The German bears, I grieve to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are atheists unbelieving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in their place the parrots of France<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Christian faith are receiving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Moniteur of Uckermark<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With equal frenzy seems smitten;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead have on the living there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The vilest epitaph written.<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then let us not swim against the stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Good friends! ’twould serve us but badly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But let us ascend the Templehof hill,<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Long life to the king!” shouting gladly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ENLIGHTENMENT" id="ENLIGHTENMENT"></a>22. ENLIGHTENMENT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have the scales that dimm’d thy vision<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fallen, Michael? Canst thou see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they’re stealing in derision<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the choicest food from thee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In return, divine enjoyment<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Promise they in realms above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the angels’ sole employment<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is to cook us fleshless love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Michael, hath thy faith grown weaker,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or thy appetite more strong?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou dost grasp life’s sparkling beaker,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thou sing’st a hero-song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fear not, Michael! take thy pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While on earth, and eat what’s good;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thou’rt dead, thou’lt have full leisure<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To digest in peace thy food.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_179" id="page_179"></a>{179}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WAIT_AWHILE" id="WAIT_AWHILE"></a>23. WAIT AWHILE!</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Because my lightnings are so striking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You think that I can’t thunder too!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’re wrong, for I’ve a special liking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For thunder, as I’ll prove to you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This will be seen with awful clearness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the right moment is at hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ll hear my voice in startling nearness,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The word of thunder and command.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The raging storm will surely shiver<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full many an oak upon that day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each palace to its base shall quiver,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a steeple proud give way.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="NIGHT_THOUGHTS" id="NIGHT_THOUGHTS"></a>24. NIGHT THOUGHTS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When, Germany, I think of thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At night, all slumber flies from me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot close mine eyes for yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And down my cheeks run tears all burning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How swiftly speeds each rolling year!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since I have seen my mother dear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve years have pass’d away; the longer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wait, my yearning grows the stronger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My yearning’s growing evermore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That woman has bewitch’d me sore!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear, dear old woman! with what fervour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think of her! may God preserve her!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dear old thing in me delights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the letters that she writes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see how much her hand is shaking,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her mother’s heart, how nearly breaking!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My mother’s ever in my mind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve long long years are left behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve years have follow’d on each other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since to my heart I clasp’d my mother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For ages Germany will stand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound to the core is that dear land!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its oaks and lindens I shall ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Find just the same, they alter never.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_180" id="page_180"></a>{180}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For Germany I less should care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If my dear mother were not there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My fatherland will never perish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But <i>she</i> may die, whom most I cherish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Since I my native land saw last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into the tomb have many pass’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom I so loved—When of them thinking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How sadly bleeds my spirit sinking!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I needs must count them,—as I count<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sorrows higher, higher mount;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel as though each corpse were lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon my breast—Thank God, they’re flying!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thank God! for through the window-pane<br /></span> -<span class="i0">France’s clear daylight breaks again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My fair wife enters, sweetly smiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all my German cares beguiling!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="NEW_SPRING" id="NEW_SPRING"></a><i>NEW SPRING.</i></h2> - -<h2>PROLOGUE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sometimes when o’er pictures turning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You have seen the man perchance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is for the battle yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Well-equipp’d with shield and lance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet young loves are hov’ring round him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stealing lance and sword away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They with flow’ry chains have bound him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though he struggle in dismay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I, too, in such charming fetters,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bind myself with sad delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I leave it to my betters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In time’s mighty fight to fight.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Neath the white tree sitting sadly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou dost hear the far winds wailing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seëst how the mute clouds o’er thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are their forms in mist fast veiling;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_181" id="page_181"></a>{181}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See’st how all beneath seems perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wood and plain, how shorn and dreary;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round thee winter, in thee winter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Frozen is thy heart and weary.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sudden downward fall upon thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flakes all white, and with vexation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou dost think the tree is show’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Snow-dust from that elevation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Soon with joyful start thou findest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis no snow-dust cold and freezing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fragrant blossoms ’tis of springtime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cov’ring thee and fondly teasing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What a shudd’ring-sweet enchantment!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into May is winter turning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snow hath changed itself to blossoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy heart with love is yearning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the wood, the verdure’s shooting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Joy-oppress’d, like some fair maiden;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet the sun laughs sweetly downward:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Welcome, young spring, rapture-laden!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nightingale! I hear thee also,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Piping, blissful-sad and lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sobbing tones and long-protracted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy song of love is only!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beauteous eyes of the spring’s fair night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With comfort are downward gazing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If love hath made thee so small in our sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet love hath the power of raising.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet Philomel sits on the linden green,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her notes melodiously blending;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as to my soul her song pierceth e’en,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My soul once more is distending.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Which flower I love, I cannot discover;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">This grief doth impart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every calix I search like a lover,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And seek a heart.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_182" id="page_182"></a>{182}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The flowers smell sweet in the sun’s setting splendour,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">The nightingale sings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I seek for a heart that like my heart is tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And like it springs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The nightingale sings; his sweet song, void of gladness,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Comes home to my breast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’re both so oppress’d and heavy with sadness,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">So sad and oppress’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet May hath come to love us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the blue heavens above us<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rosy clouds move on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The nightingales are singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On leafy perch aloft;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The snowy lambs are springing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In clover green and soft.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I cannot be singing and springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ill in the grass I lie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear a distant ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dream of days gone by.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Softly through my spirit ring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blissful tones loved dearly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound, thou little song of spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Echoing far and clearly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sound, till thou the home com’st nigh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the violet tender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when thou a rose dost spy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Say, my love I send her.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the rose the butterfly’s deep in love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A thousand times hovering round;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But round himself, all tender like gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sun’s sweet ray is hovering found.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With whom is the rose herself in love?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An answer I’d fain receive.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it the singing nightingale?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is it the silent star of eve?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_183" id="page_183"></a>{183}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know not with whom the rose is in love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But every one love I:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rose, the nightingale, sun’s sweet ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The star of eve and butterfly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the trees with joy are shouting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the birds are singing o’er us—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, who can be the leader<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In this green and forest chorus?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Can it be the grey old plover,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wise nods evermore renewing?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or yon pedant, who is ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In such measured time coo-coo-ing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Can it be yon stork, the grave one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His director’s airs betraying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his long leg rattling loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whilst the music’s round him playing?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No, the forest concert’s leader<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my own heart hath his station,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the while he’s beating time there,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Amor is his appellation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The nightingale appear’d the first,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And as her melody she sang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The apple into blossom burst,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To life the grass and violets sprang.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She her own bosom then did bite,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Her red blood flow’d, and from the blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A beauteous rose-tree came to light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To whom she sings in loving mood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That blood atones for, to this day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Us birds within the forest here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet when the rose-song dies away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will all the wood too disappear.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus to his youthful brood doth speak<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sparrow in his oaken nest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His mate pips, while she trims her beak,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And proudly sits and looks her best.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_184" id="page_184"></a>{184}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She is a homely wife and kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Broods well, and ne’er is seen to pout;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The father makes his children find<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pastime in studying things devout.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The warm and balmy spring-night’s air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath waken’d every flower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And take I not the greatest care,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart must succumb to love’s power.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But which of all the flowery throng<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is likely most to snare me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nightingales say, in their blissful song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the lily I ought to beware me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m sore perplex’d, the bells are ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And by my senses I feel forsaken;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spring and two fair eyes together<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against my heart an oath have taken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spring and two fair eyes together<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lure on my heart to a new illusion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks the nightingales and roses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have much to do with all my confusion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>12.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! I yearn for tears all-burning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tears of love and gentle woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I tremble lest this yearning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the last should overflow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! love’s pangs, that sweetly languish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And love’s bitter joy, so blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Creep again, with heavenly anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into my scarce healèd breast.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>13.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The eyes of spring, so azure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are peeping from the ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are the darling violets,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I in nosegays bound.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_185" id="page_185"></a>{185}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I pluck them, thinking deeply,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the thoughts so dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in my heart are sighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The nightingale sings clear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, all my thoughts she singeth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And warbleth, echoing far;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that my tender secrets<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Known to the whole wood are.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>14.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thy dress doth gently touch me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As thou pass’st before my face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How my heart exults, how wildly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Follows it thy lovely trace!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then thou turnest round and gazest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With thy large bright eyes on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my heart doth feel so startled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That it scarce can follow thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>15.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The slender water-lily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Peeps dreamingly out of the lake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon, oppress’d with love’s sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks tenderly down for her sake.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With blushes she bends to the water<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once more her head so sweet—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then sees she the poor pale fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lying before her feet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>16.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thou hast good eyes, and look’st<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my songs, when thou hast tried them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt see a fair young maiden<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wandering up and down inside them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thou hast good ears as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou canst hear her voice quite clearly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her sighing, laughing, singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy poor heart will madden nearly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For she will, with look and word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thee, like me, make wellnigh crazy:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An enamour’d springtime-dreamer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou wilt tread the forest mazy.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_186" id="page_186"></a>{186}</span></p> - -<h4>17.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What drives thee on, in the spring’s clear night?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast driven the flowers all mad with fright,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The violets tremble and shiver;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roses are all with shame so red,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lilies are death-pale, and hang their head,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They mourn, and falter, and quiver.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O darling moon, what an innocent race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those sweet flowers are! They are right in this case,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I really have acted badly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet how could I tell that in wait she would lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I was addressing the stars on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With fierce love raving so madly?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>18.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou sweetly lookest on me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With eyes so blue and meek;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My senses feel all-dreamy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And not a word can I speak.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I everywhere am thinking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of thy blue eyes’ sweet smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sea of blue thoughts is spreading<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over my heart the while.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>19.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once again my heart is vanquish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my rancour is subsiding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once again hath May breath’d on me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feelings tender and confiding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more late and early haste I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the walks the most frequented,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under every bonnet seek I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For my fair one’s face lamented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more at the verdant river<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the bridge I take my station;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peradventure she will come there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And will see my desolation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the waterfall’s loud music<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hear I once again soft sighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my gentle heart well knoweth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What the white waves are replying.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_187" id="page_187"></a>{187}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once again in mazy pathways<br /></span> -<span class="i2">am lost in dreamy vision,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the birds in every thicket<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hold the fond fool in derision.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>20.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The rose is fragrant—yet if she divineth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her own sweet fragrance, if the nightingale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Herself feels what round man’s soul softly twineth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When echoes her sweet song across the vale,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I cannot tell. Yet man is with vexation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Oft fill’d by truth. If nightingale and rose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The feeling only feign’d, the fabrication<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would still be useful, we may well suppose.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>21.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Because I love thee, be not scornful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If, flying, I avoid thy face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How ill accords my visage mournful<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With thine, so fair and full of grace!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Because I love thee, every feature<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grows pale and thinner day by day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt find me but a hideous creature,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll shun thee,—be not scornful, pray.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>22.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wander ’mid the flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And blossom with them too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wander as in vision,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And at each step totter anew.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O hold me fast, my loved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or at thy feet I’ll fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With love intoxicated,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the garden, in presence of all!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>23.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As the moon’s fair image quaketh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the raging waves of ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst she, in the vault of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Moves with silent peaceful motion,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_188" id="page_188"></a>{188}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus, beloved one, thou art moving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still and peaceful, and nought quaketh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my heart save thy dear image,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While my own heart ’tis that shaketh.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>24.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The hearts of us two, my loved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Holy Alliance have made;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They well understood each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When close together laid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas! the rose so youthful<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That decks thy gentle breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our poor ally and associate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To death was wellnigh press’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>25.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tell me who first taught clocks to chime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made minutes, hours, divisions of time?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was a cold and sorrowful elf;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sat in the winter-night, wrapp’d in himself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And counted the mouse’s squeakings mysterious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wood-worm’s regular tick so serious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tell me who first did kisses suggest?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was a mouth all glowing and blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It kiss’d and it thought of nothing beside.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fair month of May was then in its pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flowers were all from the earth fast springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>26.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the pinks are breathing fragrance!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How the thronging stars so tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Golden bee like, sadly glimmer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Mid the heaven’s blue-violet splendour!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through the gloom of yonder chestnuts<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gleams the manse, so white and stately,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I hear the glass door rattling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the dear voice thrills me greatly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet alarm and blissful tremor,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft embraces, terror-bringing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the youthful rose is list’ning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the nightingales are singing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_189" id="page_189"></a>{189}</span></p> - -<h4>27.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have I not the self-same vision<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dreamt before of all these blisses?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were there not these same elysian<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks of love, and flowers, and kisses?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the stream the moon was peeping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the foliage of our bower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marble-gods still watch were keeping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the entrance in that hour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! I know how soon is over<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Every sweet and blissful vision,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the snow’s cold dress doth cover<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heart and tree in sad derision.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How e’en we are fast congealing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Careless, and no love possessing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We, who’re now so softly feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heart to heart so softly pressing!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>28.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kisses that one steals in darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in darkness then returns—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How such kisses fire the spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If with honest love it burns!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pensive, and with fond remembrance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then the spirit loves to dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much on days that long have vanish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Much on future days as well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet methinks that too much thinking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dang’rous is, if kiss we will;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weep, then, rather, darling spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For to weep is easier still.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>29.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was an aged monarch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His heart was sad, his head was grey;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This poor and aged monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A young wife married one day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was a handsome page, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fair was his hair, and light his mien;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silken train he carried<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the aforesaid young Queen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_190" id="page_190"></a>{190}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dost know the ancient ballad?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It sounds so sweet, it sounds so sad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They both of them must perish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For too much affection they had.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>30.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In my remembrance blossom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The images long forsaken—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within thy voice what is there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By which so deeply I’m shaken?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Say not that thou dost love me!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know that earth’s fairest treasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet love and happy spring time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Twould shame beyond all measure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Say not that thou dost love me!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A silent kiss I’ll bestow thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then smile, when I to-morrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The withered roses show thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>31.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Linden blossoms drunk with moonlight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Fly about in fragrant showers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the nightingale’s sweet music<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Fills the air and leafy bowers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah! how sweet it is, my loved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Neath these lindens to be sitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When the glimm’ring golden moonbeams<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Through the fragrant leaves are flitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If thou lookest on the lime-leaf,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou a heart’s form wilt discover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Therefore are the lindens ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Chosen seats of each fond lover.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet thou smilest, as though buried<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In far distant visions yearning—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Speak, belovèd, all the wishes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That in thy dear heart are burning.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, my darling! I will tell thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whence my thoughts proceed, and whither:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fain I’d see the chilly north-wind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sudden bring white snowstorms hither.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_191" id="page_191"></a>{191}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So that we, with furs well cover’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in gaudy sledges riding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cracking whips, with bells loud ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Might o’er stream and plain be gliding.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>32.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through the forest, in the moonlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I the elves saw riding proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I heard their trumpets sounding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I hear their bells ring loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their white horses had upon them<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Golden staghorns, whilst proceeding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swiftly on—like flights of wild swans<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the air the train was speeding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Smilingly the queen bent tow’rds me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smiling, as the band rode by me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is’t a sign that new love’s coming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or a sign that death is nigh me?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>33.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the morning send I violets,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Early in the wood discover’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at evening bring I roses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pluck’d while twilight’s hour still hover’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Knowest thou the hidden language<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By these lovely flowerets spoken?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Truth by day-time, love at night-time—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis of this that they’re the token!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>34.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy letter, sent to prove me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inflicts no sense of wrong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer wilt thou love me,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy letter, though, is long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twelve sides, to tell thy views all!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A manuscript, in fact!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In giving a refusal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far otherwise we act.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>35.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Care not, if my love I’m telling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unto all the world around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When my mouth, thy beauty praising,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full of metaphor is found.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_192" id="page_192"></a>{192}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Underneath a wood of flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lies in shelter safe below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that deep and glowing secret,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All that deep and secret glow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If suspicious sparks should issue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the roses,—fearless be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This dull world in flames believes not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But believes them poetry.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>36.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Day and night alike the springtime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Makes with sounding life all-teeming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a verdant echo can it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Enter even in my dreaming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the birds sing yet more sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than before, and softer breezes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fill the air, the violet’s fragrance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With still wilder yearning pleases.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">E’en the roses blossom redder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a child-like golden glory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear they, like the heads of angels<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the pictures of old story.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And myself I almost fancy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some sweet nightingale, when singing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my love to those fair roses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wondrous songs my vision bringing—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till I’m waken’d by the sunlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or by that delicious bustle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the nightingales of springtime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That before my window rustle.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>37.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stars with golden feet are wand’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yonder, and they gently weep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they cannot earth awaken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who in night’s arms is asleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">List’ning stand the silent forests,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Every leaf an ear doth seem!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How its shadowy arm the mountain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stretcheth out, as though in dream.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_193" id="page_193"></a>{193}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What call’d yonder? In my bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rings the echo of the tone.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was it my beloved one speaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or the nightingale alone?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>38.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spring is solemn, mournful only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are all its dreams, each flower appears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weigh’d down by grief, the song all-lonely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Philomel wakes secret tears.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O smile thou not, my darling beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O smile not, full of charming grace!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But weep, that it may be my duty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To kiss a tear from off thy face.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>39.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more from that fond heart I’m driven<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which I so dearly love, so madly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more from that fond heart I’m driven—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beside it would I linger gladly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The chariot rolls, the bridge is quaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The stream beneath it flows so sadly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more the joys am I forsaking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of that fond heart I love so madly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In heav’n rush on the starry legions,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As though before my sorrow flying—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet one, farewell! in distant regions<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart for thee will still be sighing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>40.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My cherish’d wishes blossom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wither again at a breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blossom again and wither,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And so on until death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This know I, and it saddens<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All love and joy, once so blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart is so wise and witty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bleeds away in my breast.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>41.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like an old man’s face confounded<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is the sky so broad and airy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red, one-eyed, and close surrounded<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the grey clouds’ locks all hairy<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_194" id="page_194"></a>{194}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When upon the earth it gazes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flower and bud grow pale and sickly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love and song in all their phases<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fade away from men’s minds quickly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>42.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With sullen thoughts in chilly bosom cherish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I travel sullen through the world so cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The autumn’s end hath come, a humid mist doth hold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep veil’d from sight the country drear and perish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The winds are piping, hither, thither bending<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The red-tinged leaves, that from the trees fall fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bare plain steams, the wood sighs ’neath the blast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The worst of all comes next—the rain’s descending!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>43.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Late autumnal mists all-dripping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spread o’er hill and valley fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Storms the trees of leaves are stripping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And they ghostly look, and bare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But one single sad tree only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Silent and unstripp’d is seen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moist with tears of woe, and lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shaketh he his head still green.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! this waste my heart displayeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the tree, still full of life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Summer-green, thy form portrayeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Much beloved and beauteous wife!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>44.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Grey’s the sky and every-day like,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the town still looks afflicted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever weak and castaway like,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the Elbe its form’s depicted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long each nose is, and its blowing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tedious an affair as ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All with pride are overflowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both at pomp and cringing clever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauteous South! O, how adore I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All thy gods, thy sky’s sweet blisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since these human dregs once more I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">See, and weather foul as this is!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_195" id="page_195"></a>{195}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PICTURES_OF_TRAVEL" id="PICTURES_OF_TRAVEL"></a>PICTURES OF TRAVEL</h2> - -<h2><a name="THE_RETURN_HOME" id="THE_RETURN_HOME"></a><i>THE RETURN HOME.</i><br /><br /> -1823-4.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On my life, a life of darkness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once a vision sweet shone bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now that vision sweet hath faded,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I’m veil’d in utter night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When in darkness children wander,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon their spirits die away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to overcome their terror,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some loud song straight carol they.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I, a foolish child, am singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the darkness spread around;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though my song may give no pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet mine anguish it hath drown’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain would I seek to discover<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why sad and mournful am I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My thoughts without ceasing brood over<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A tale of the times gone by.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The air is cool, and it darkleth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And calmly flows the Rhine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The peak of the mountain sparkleth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While evening’s sun doth shine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yon sits a wondrous maiden<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On high, a maiden fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With bright golden jewels all-laden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She combs her golden hair.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_196" id="page_196"></a>{196}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She combs it with comb all-golden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sings the while a song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How strange is that melody olden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As loudly it echoes along!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It fills with wild terror the sailor<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At sea in his tiny skiff;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He looks but on high, and grows paler,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor sees the rock-girded cliff.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The waves will the bark and its master<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At length swallow up, then methought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis Lore-ley who this disaster<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With her false singing hath wrought.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My heart, my heart is mournful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet May is gleaming like gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I stand, ’gainst the linden reclining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">High over the bastion old.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beneath, the moat’s blue water<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flows peacefully along;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A boy his bark is steering,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fishes, and pipes his song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beyond, in pleasing confusion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In distant and chequer’d array,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are men, and villas, and gardens,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cattle, woods, meadows so gay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The maidens are bleaching the linen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And spring on the grass, like deer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mill-wheel’s powd’ring diamonds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its distant murmur I hear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beside the old grey tower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sentry-box is set;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A red-accoutred fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Walks up and down there yet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He’s playing with his musket,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While gleameth the sun o’erhead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He first presents and shoulders—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I would that he’d shoot me dead!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_197" id="page_197"></a>{197}</span></p> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With tears through the forest I wander,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The throstle’s sitting on high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She, springing, sings softly yonder:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O wherefore dost thou sigh?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Sweet bird, thy sister the swallow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Can tell thee the cause of my gloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“She dwells in a nest all hollow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Beside my sweetheart’s room.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The night is damp and stormy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No star is in the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the wood, ’neath the rustling branches<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In silence wander I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A distant light is twinkling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the hunter’s lonely cot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But within, the scene is but saddening,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the light can allure me not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The blind old grandmother’s sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In her leather elbow-chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All-gloomily fix’d like a statue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not a word escapeth her there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With curses to and fro paces<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The forester’s red-headed son;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fury and scorn he’s laughing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As he throws ’gainst the wall his gun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fair spinning-maiden’s weeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And moistens the flax with her tears;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The father’s terrier, whining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Curl’d up at her feet appears.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I, on my travels, by hazard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My sweetheart’s family found,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her sister and father and mother,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They gave me a welcome all round.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When they for my health had inquired,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They added, all of a breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they thought me quite unalter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though my face was pale as death.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_198" id="page_198"></a>{198}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I ask’d for their aunts and their cousins,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a tiresome friend;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ask’d for the little puppy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose soft bark knew no end.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then for my married sweetheart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I ask’d, as if just call’d to mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they answer’d, in friendly fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That she had but just been confin’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I gave them my very best wishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lovingly begg’d them apart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they’d give her a thousand greetings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the bottom of my heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then cried the little sister:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The small and gentle hound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grew to be big and savage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in the Rhine was drown’d.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That little one’s like my sweetheart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>So</i> like when she wears a smile!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eyes are the same as her sister’s<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which caus’d all my mis’ry the while.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We sat by the fisherman’s cottage,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er ocean cast our eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then came the mists of evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And slowly rose on high.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lamps within the light-house<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were kindled, light by light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the farthest distance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A ship was still in sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We spoke of storm and shipwreck,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And of the sailor’s strange life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twixt sky and water, ’twixt terror<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And joy in endless strife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We spoke of distant regions,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of North and South spoke we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The many strange races yonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And customs, strange to see.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_199" id="page_199"></a>{199}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The air on the Ganges is balmy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And giant-trees extend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fair and silent mortals<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before the lotos bend.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Lapland, the people are dirty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flat-headed, broad-mouthèd, and small;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They squat round the fire, bake fishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And squeak, and speak shrilly, and squall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The maidens earnestly listen’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At length not a word was said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ship from sight had vanish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For darkness o’er all things was spread.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou pretty fisher-maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quick, push thy bark to land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come hither, and sit beside me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And toy with me, hand in hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Recline thy head on my bosom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor be so fearful of me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou trustest thyself, void of terror,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each day to the raging sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My heart is like the ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath tempest, ebb, and flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many pearls full precious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lie in its depths below.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon hath softly risen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And o’er the waves doth smile;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine arms hold my sweetheart in prison,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our hearts both swelling the while.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Blest in her sweet embraces<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I calmly repose on the strand:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hear’st thou aught in the wind as it races?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why shrinks thy snow-white hand?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O, ’tis not the tempest’s commotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis the song of the mermaids below;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis the voice of my sisters, whom Ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Swallow’d up in its depths long ago.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_200" id="page_200"></a>{200}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the clouds doth rest the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a giant-orange gleaming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Broad her streaks, with golden rays<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er the dusky ocean beaming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lonely roam I by the strand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the billows white are breaking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many sweet words hear I there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the water’s depths awaking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! the night is long, full long,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my heart must break its slumbers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beauteous nymphs, come forth to light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dance! and sing your magic numbers!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To your bosom take my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soul and body I surrender!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing me dead, caress me dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drain my life with kisses tender.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In their grey-hued clouds envelop’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now the mighty gods are sleeping;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I listen to their snoring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stormy weather o’er us creeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stormy weather! Raging tempests<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the poor ship bring disaster;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On these winds who’ll place a bridle,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On these waves that own no master?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I the storm can never hinder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor the mast and planks from creaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I wrap me in my mantle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like the gods for slumber seeking.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>12.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind puts on its breeches again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its white and watery breeches;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It flogs each billow with might and main,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till it howls and rushes and pitches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the darksome height, with furious might<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pours the rain in wild commotion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seems as though the ancient Night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would drown the ancient Ocean.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_201" id="page_201"></a>{201}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the ship’s high mast the sea-mew clings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With hoarse and shrill shrieking and yelling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In anxious-wise she flutters her wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Approaching disasters foretelling.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>13.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The storm strikes up for dancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It blusters, pipes, roars with delight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hurrah, how the bark is springing!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How merry and wild is the night!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A living watery mountain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The raging sea builds tow’rd the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gloomy abyss here is gaping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There, mounts a white tower on high.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A vomiting, cursing, and praying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the cabin bursts forth ’mid the roar;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cling to the mast for protection,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wish I was safely on shore.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>14.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis evening, darker ’tis getting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mist veils the sea from the eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The waves are mysteriously fretting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">White shadows are rising on high.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the billows the mermaid arises,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sits herself near me on shore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The veil which her figure disguises<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her snow-white bosom peeps o’er.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She warmly doth caress me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And takes my breath away:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too closely dost thou press me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou lovely water-fay!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My arms thus closely caress thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I clasp thee with all my might;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In hope of warmth do I press thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For cold indeed is the night.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon from her dusky cloister<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of clouds, sheds a paler ray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine eye grows sadder and moister<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou lovely water-fay!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_202" id="page_202"></a>{202}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No sadder nor moister ’tis growing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Mine eye is moist and wet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For when from the wave I was going,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A drop remain’d in it yet.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sea-mew mourns shrilly, while ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is growling and heaving its spray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy heart throbs with raging emotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou lovely water-fay!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My heart throbs with raging emotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Emotion raging and wild;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For I love thee with speechless devotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou darling human child!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>15.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I before thy dwelling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At morning happen to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I rejoice, my little sweet one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When thee at thy window I see.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With thy dark-brown eyes so piercing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My figure thou dost scan:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who art thou, and what ails thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou strange and sickly man?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am a German poet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Well known in the German land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When the best names in it are reckon’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My name amongst them will stand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My little one, that which ails me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Ails crowds in the German land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When the fiercest sorrows are reckon’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My sorrows amongst them will stand.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>16.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The gleam o’er the ocean had faded not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the eve’s last rays were flitting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sat by the lonely fisherman’s cot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alone and in silence sitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The waters swell’d, while the mist rose above,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The restless sea-mew was screaming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out thine eyes, so full of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tears were quickly streaming.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_203" id="page_203"></a>{203}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw them falling on thy fair hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And on my knees soon sank I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then from off thy snow-white hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tears with rapture drank I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Since that hour, my body hath fast decay’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My soul is dying with yearning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was poison’d, alas! by the hapless maid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With her falling tears so burning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>17.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up high on yonder mountain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stands a stately castle alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where dwell three beauteous maidens,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose love in turns I have known.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On Saturday Harriet kiss’d me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While Sunday was Julia’s right;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Monday Cunigund follow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who well nigh stifled me quite.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To hold a fête in the castle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On Tuesday my maidens agreed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The neighbouring lords and ladies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All came with carriage or steed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I was never invited,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To your great wonder, no doubt;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whispering aunts and cousins<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Observ’d it, and laugh’d right out.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>18.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the dim and far horizon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appeareth, misty and pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The city, with all its towers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In evening twilight’s veil.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A humid gust is ruffling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The path o’er the waters dark;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With mournful measure, the sailor<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is rowing my tiny bark.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun once more ariseth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And over the earth gleams he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shows me the spot out yonder<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where my loved one was lost to me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_204" id="page_204"></a>{204}</span></p> - -<h4>19.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All hail to thee, thou stately<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mysterious town, all hail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who erst within thy bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My loved one’s form didst veil!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O say, ye towers and gateways,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O where can my loved one be?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To your keeping of yore was she trusted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ye must her bail be to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The towers, in truth, are guiltless,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From their places they could not come down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she, with her trunks and boxes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So hastily went from the town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The gates, however, they suffer’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My darling to slip through them straight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gate is ever found willing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To let a fool “gang her ain gait.”<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>20.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more my steps through the olden path<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the well-known streets are taken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until I come to my loved one’s house,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So empty now and forsaken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How narrow and close the streets appear!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How nauseous the smell of the plaster!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The houses seem tumbling down on my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So I haste away, fearing disaster.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>21.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more through the halls I pass’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where her troth to me was plighted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the spot where her tears fell fast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A serpent’s brood had alighted.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>22.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The night is still, and the streets are deserted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In this house my love had her dwelling of yore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis long since she from the city departed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet her house still stands on the spot as before.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_205" id="page_205"></a>{205}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There stands, too, a man, who stares up at her casement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wrings his hands with the weight of his woes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I look on his face with shudd’ring amazement,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon doth the form of myself disclose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou pallid fellow, thou worthless double!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why dare to mimic my love’s hard lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which many a night gave me grief and trouble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In former days, on this very spot?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>23.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How canst thou sleep in quiet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And know that I’m still alive?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I burst the yoke that’s upon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When my olden wrath doth revive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dost know the ancient ballad:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How of yore a dead stripling brave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At midnight came to his loved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And carried her down to his grave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Believe me, thou wondrous beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou wondrously lovely maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m alive still, and feel far stronger<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than the whole of the dead’s brigade!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>24.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The maiden’s asleep in her chamber,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In peeps the quivering moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Outside is a singing and jingling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As though to a waltz’s tune.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I needs must look through my window,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To see who’s disturbing my rest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“There stands a skeleton ghastly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who’s fiddling and singing his best:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thy hand for the dance thou didst pledge me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And then thy promise didst break;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To-night there’s a ball in the churchyard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Come with me, the dance to partake.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He forcibly seizes the maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And lures her from out her abode;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“She follows the skeleton wildly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who fiddles and sings on the road.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_206" id="page_206"></a>{206}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He hops and he skips and he fiddles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His bones they rattle away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With his skull he keeps nidding and nodding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the moonlight’s glimmering ray.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>25.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I stood, while sadly mused I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And her likeness closely did scan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her belovèd features<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To glow with life began.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Around her lips there gather’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sweet and wondrous smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as through tears of sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her clear eyes shone the while.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then my tears responsive<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Adown my cheeks did pour—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ah! I scarce can believe it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I’ve lost thee evermore.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>26.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unhappy Atlas that I am! I’m doom’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bear a world, a very world of sorrows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unbearable’s the load I bear, and e’en<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heart within me’s breaking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O thou proud heart! thy doing ’twas indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wouldst be happy, utterly be happy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or utterly be wretched, O proud heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now in truth thou’rt wretched!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>27.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The years are coming and going,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the grave whole races descend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet the love in my bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall never wax fainter or end.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O could I but once more behold thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before thee sink down on my knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And die, as these words I utter:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dear Madam, I love but thee!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>28.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I dreamt: the quivering moon gleam’d above,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the stars cast a mournful ray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was borne to the town where dwelleth my love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many hundred miles away<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_207" id="page_207"></a>{207}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I arrived at her dwelling so blest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I kiss’d the stones of the stair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which her little foot so often had press’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the train of her garment fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The night was long, the night was chill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cold were the stones that night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her pallid form from the window-sill<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Look’d down in the moonbeam’s light.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>29.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What means this tear all-lonely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That troubles now my gaze?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of olden times the offspring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still in mine eye it stays.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It had its shining sisters,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who all have faded from sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all my joys and sorrows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yea, faded in storm and night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like clouds have also fleeted<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The stars so blue and mild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which into my yearning bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those joys and sorrows once smiled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! even my love’s devotion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like idle breath did decay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou old, old tear all-lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Do thou, too, pass away!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>30.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pallid autumnal half-moon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks down from the clouds on high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The parsonage, silent and lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the side of the churchyard doth lie.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mother is reading her Bible,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The son on the light turns his eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All-sleepy, the elder daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Doth stretch, while the younger thus cries:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Good heavens, how dreadfully tedious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The days are! I’m quite in despair!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis only when there’s a burial<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“One sees aught of life, I declare!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_208" id="page_208"></a>{208}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mother then says, midst her reading:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“You’re mistaken, four only have died<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Since the time when they buried your father<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the gate of the churchyard outside.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The elder daughter says gaping:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll starve no longer with you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll go to the Count to-morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“He’s rich and he loves me too.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The son bursts out into laughter:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At the tavern drink huntsmen three;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They’re making money, and gladly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Would teach the secret to me.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mother then throws her Bible<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full hard in his lanky face:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wouldst thou dare, thou accursed of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As a robber thy friends to disgrace?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They hear a knock at the window,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And see a beckoning hand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And behold, outside the dead father<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his black preaching-garment doth stand.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>31.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The weather is bad and stormy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With rain and tempest and snow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sit at the window, gazing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the gloomy darkness below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One single light I see glimm’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That slowly moves in the street;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis a woman holding a lantern,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And walking with tottering feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I expect that she’s making a purchase<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of meal and butter and eggs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis to bake a cake for her daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That she is out now on her legs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The daughter’s at home in the arm-chair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sleepily looks at the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her golden locks stray over<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her face so lovely and bright.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_209" id="page_209"></a>{209}</span></p> - -<h4>32.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis thought that I am tormented,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By love’s bitter sorrow distress’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at length I myself believe it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As well as all the rest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou great-eyed little maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I ever have whisper’d apart:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love thee beyond expression,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While love is gnawing my heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas but in my lonely chamber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I dared my love to proclaim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, ah! I have ever been silent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When into thy presence I came.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When there, the evil angels<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appear’d, and my lips they held;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, ah! ’tis by evil angels<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That my joy hath now been dispell’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>33.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O thy tender lily-fingers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I once again but kiss them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Press them softly to my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then die in silent weeping!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O thy violet eyes so radiant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hover near me day and night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I’m troubled: what forebodeth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this sweet, this blue enigma?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>34.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hath she then no word e’er spoken<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of thy passion, hapless lover?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In her sweet eyes couldst thou never<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Signs of answering love discover?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Through her sweet eyes couldst thou never<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Reach her soul, and so get at her?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet thou art not thought a blockhead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Worthy friend, in such a matter.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>35.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They loved each other, but neither<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would be the first to confess;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like foes, they gaz’d at each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And would die of their love’s distress.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_210" id="page_210"></a>{210}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They parted at length, and thereafter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Except in vision, ne’er met;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From life they long have departed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And scarcely know of it yet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>36.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when I to you my grief did confide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You only yawn’d, and nothing replied;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when I reduced my sorrow to rhyme,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You praised me greatly, and call’d it sublime.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>37.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I call’d the devil, and he came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with wonder his form did I closely scan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is not ugly, and is not lame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But really a handsome and charming man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A man in the prime of life is the devil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Obliging, a man of the world, and civil;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A diplomatist too, well skill’d in debate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He talks right glibly of church and state.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s rather pale, but it’s really not strange,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his studies through Sanskrit and Hegel range.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fouqué is still his favourite poet;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But criticism he’ll touch no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But has handed that subject entirely o’er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his grandmother Hecate, that she may know it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My juridical works did he kindly praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His favourite hobby in former days.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He said that my friendship was not too dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then he nodded, and look’d severe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And afterwards asked if it wasn’t the case<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We had met at the Spanish ambassador’s rout?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I look’d him full in the face<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw him to be an old friend without doubt.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>38.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Man, revile not thou the devil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the path of life is short,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And damnation everlasting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is too true, not mere report.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Man, pay all the debts thou owest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the path of life is long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou’lt often have to borrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just as usual, right or wrong.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_211" id="page_211"></a>{211}</span></p> - -<h4>39.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The three holy kings from the Eastern land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inquired in every city:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where goeth the road to Bethlehem,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ye boys and maidens pretty?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The young and the old, they could not tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The kings went onward discreetly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They follow’d the track of a golden star,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That sparkled brightly and sweetly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The star stood still over Joseph’s house,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And they enter’d the dwelling lowly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The oxen bellow’d, the infant cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While sang the three kings holy.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>40.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My child, we once were children,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Two children, little and gay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We crawl’d inside the henhouse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hid in the straw in play.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We crow’d as the cocks are accustom’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when the people came by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”—and they fancied<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Twas really the cock’s shrill cry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The chests within our courtyard<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With paper we nicely lined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in them lived together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a dwelling quite to our mind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The aged cat of our neighbour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came oft to visit us there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We made her our bows and our curtsies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And plenty of compliments fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For her health we used to inquire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In language friendly and soft;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since then we have ask’d the same question<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of many old cats full oft.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We used to sit, while we wisely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Discoursed, in the way of old men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lamented that all was better<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the olden days than then;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_212" id="page_212"></a>{212}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How love and truth and religion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From out of the world had fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How very dear was the coffee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How scarce was the gold, we said.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Those childish sports have vanish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all is fast rolling away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world, and the times, and religion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gold, love, and truth all decay.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>41.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My heart is sore oppress’d, with sighing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I think upon the days of yore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world was then in calmness lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And men were peaceful evermore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All now is changed, in mournful chorus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Want and confusion round us spread;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lord seems dead that erst rul’d o’er us<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath us, is the Devil dead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All now appears so drear and sadden’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Decay’d and cold, of joy bereft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, were we not by love still gladden’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No single resting-place were left.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>42.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As the gleaming moon is piercing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the darksome clouds above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So from out time’s darksome mirror<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Peeps a vision full of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All upon the deck were sitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proudly sailing down the Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the shores, in summer verdure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the setting sun did shine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thoughtfully was I reclining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bent before a lovely maid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her beauteous, pallid features<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lo, the golden sunlight play’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lutes were sounding, youths were singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wondrous was our joy that day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the heavens became still bluer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And our souls soar’d high away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_213" id="page_213"></a>{213}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hills and castles, woods and meadows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a vision fleeted by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I saw them all reflected<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the lovely maiden’s eye.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>43.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vision saw I my loved one<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A worn, sad woman one day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her once so-blooming figure<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had wither’d and fallen away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A child in her arms she carried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the hand another she led,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And grief and poverty plainly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In her walk, looks, and garments I read.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Across the market she totter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then did I meet her eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She looked upon me, and gently<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I spake to her thus, with a sigh:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Come with me to my dwelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For thou art pale and ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And food and drink I’ll earn thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By industry and skill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll also nourish and cherish<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The children that with thee I see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, my child so poor and unhappy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll care the most for thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I never will remind thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That I loved thee so dearly of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And when at length thou diest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll weep at thy grave full sore.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>44.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Friend! why always thus endeavour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To repeat the same old story?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wilt thou brooding sit for ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On love’s eggs grown old and hoary?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah! ’tis but the usual custom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Chickens from the shells are crawling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In a book thou seek’st to thrust ’em,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“While they’re fluttering and calling!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_214" id="page_214"></a>{214}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>45.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Prythee, be not thou impatient<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If there still are loudly ringing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many of my old sad numbers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the newest songs I’m singing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wait awhile, and soon the echo<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will have died away of sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a new-born song-spring softly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the heal’d heart shoot to-morrow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>46.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis now full time that my folly I drop,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And return to sober reason;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This comedy now ’twere better to stop<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That we’ve played for so long a season.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In a gay and highly romantic style<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gorgeous coulisses were painted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My knight’s cloak glitter’d, while I was the while<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the finest sensations acquainted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now that I, while more sober I grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Am against this toying inveighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel that I’m still as wretched as though<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A comedy still I were playing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas! unconsciously and in jest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my feelings was I the narrator;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I’ve play’d, with my own death in my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dying gladiator.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>47.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The monarch Wiswamitra,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is restlessly striving now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must needs, by fighting and penance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Obtain Wasischta’s cow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O monarch Wiswamitra,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O what an ox art thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To have all this fighting and penance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all for nought but a cow!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>48.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let not grief, my heart, come o’er thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bear thy lot with faith unshaken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For what winter may have taken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will returning spring restore thee.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_215" id="page_215"></a>{215}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And how much remaineth over!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And how fair the world is still!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, my heart, if ’tis thy will,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou of All mayst be the lover!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>49.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A flow’ret thou resemblest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So pure and fair and blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when I view thee, sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Straight creepeth to my breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I feel as though inspired<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My hands on thy head to lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pray that God may keep thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So blest, fair, pure, for aye.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>50.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Child! it would be thy perdition,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the greatest pains I’ve taken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er within thy fond heart tow’rd me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loving feelings to awaken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now that I’ve so soon succeeded,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To my vow I’m wellnigh faithless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this thought steals o’er me often:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would that thou could’st love me nathless.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>51.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When on my couch I’m lying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In night and pillows conceal’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sweet and charming image<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before me stands reveal’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As soon as silent slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath closed mine eyes in sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into my dream this image<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Doth softly, gently creep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet with the dream of morning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It ne’er doth melt away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For in mine inmost bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I bear it all the day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>52.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Maiden with the mouth so rosy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the eyes so sweet and bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O my darling little maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I of thee think day and night.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_216" id="page_216"></a>{216}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long is now the winter evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fain would I disperse its gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sitting by thee, talking with thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In thy trusty little room.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To my lips I’d fain be pressing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy dear little snowy hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my falling tears caressing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy dear little snowy hand.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>53.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though outside snow-piles are forming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though ’tis hailing, though ’tis storming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rattling ’gainst the window-pane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nevermore will I complain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For within my breast I bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spring-joys and love’s image fair.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>54.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some make prayers to the Madonna,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Others unto Paul and Peter;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thee alone, of suns the fairest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee alone will I e’er honour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let me be with kisses laden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be thou kindly, be thou gracious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Mongst all maidens sun the fairest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Neath the sun the fairest maiden!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>55.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Did not my pallid face betray<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My loving woe unto thee?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wilt thou that my haughty mouth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With begging words shall woo thee?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas! this mouth is far too proud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Twas made but for kissing and sighing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance it may speak a scornful word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While I with sorrow am dying.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>56.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Worthy friend, thou’rt deep in love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And beneath new pangs thou’rt fretting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Darker grows it in thy head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In thy heart ’tis lighter getting.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_217" id="page_217"></a>{217}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Worthy friend, thou’rt deep in love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thou fain would’st hide thy yearning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I see thy heart’s fierce glow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through thy waistcoat hotly burning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>57.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I fain would linger by thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rest beside thee too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away thou needs must hie thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou hast so much to do.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I said that I surrender’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My very soul to thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An answering bow was tender’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou laughedst full of glee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou cruelly didst use me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And treat my love amiss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last thou didst refuse me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The usual parting kiss.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don’t think that I deem it my duty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To shoot myself any the more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all of this, my beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has happen’d to me before.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>58.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A pair of sapphires are thine eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So clear, so sweetly roving;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O three times happy is the man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom those fair eyes are loving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy heart, it is a diamond,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sparkling radiance throwing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O three times happy is the man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For whom with love ’tis glowing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy lips are very rubies bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One never can see fairer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O three times happy is the man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who of their love is sharer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O did I know the happy man!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O could I unattended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the green wood meet with him,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His luck would soon be ended!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_218" id="page_218"></a>{218}</span></p> - -<h4>59.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While with loving words, but lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I have bound me to thy breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now in my own fetters dying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into earnest turns my jest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thou jestingly dost fly me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By a rightful impulse led,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the powers of hell draw nigh me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I really shoot me dead.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>60.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Too fragmentary is World and Life;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll go to the German professor, who’s rife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With schemes for putting Life’s pieces together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whereby a passable System’s unfurl’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ragged nightcaps and dressing-gowns keep out the weather,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stop the gaps in the edifice crack’d of the world.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>61.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This evening they’ve a party,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The house is fill’d with light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By yonder shining window<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A shadowy form’s in sight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou see’st me not, in darkness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I stand below and apart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still less canst thou see ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inside my darksome heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My darksome heart doth love thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It loves thee and it breaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And breaks, and bleeds, and quivers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But thou see’st not how it aches.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>62.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I would that my woes all their fulness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In one single word could convey;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the merry winds straight would I give it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who would merrily bear it away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That word so teeming with sadness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They would carry, my loved one, to thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou wouldst hear it at every moment,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wouldst hear it where’er thou mightst be.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_219" id="page_219"></a>{219}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As soon as thine eyelids at nighttime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are peacefully closèd in sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My word would straightway pursue thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far into thy visions most deep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>63.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou hast pearls, thou hast diamonds also,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hast all that mortals adore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine eyes are among the fairest,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon thine eyes so beauteous<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ve written many a score<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of sweet immortal ballads,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And with thine eyes so beauteous<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hast thou tormented me sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brought me to utter perdition,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>64.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He who for the first time loveth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though ’tis hopeless, is a God;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the man who hopeless loveth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the second time’s—a fool.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I, a fool like this, am loving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more, with no love responsive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sun and moon and stars are laughing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I, too, join the laugh and—die.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>65.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Never match’d the timid coldness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of thy spirit, from the first,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my love’s untutor’d boldness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which through rocks delights to burst.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou in love dost love the highway,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I see thee walk through life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thy husband taking thy way,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As an honest teeming wife!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>66.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Counsel they gave me, and good instruction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pour’d on me honours, by way of seduction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said I had only to wait for a while,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their protection upon me should smile.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_220" id="page_220"></a>{220}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Spite the protection they bid me hold cherish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I before long should of hunger have perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I not happen’d a good man to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who took an interest kindly in me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Good man indeed! for he gives me my food;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never can I forget conduct so good.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pity I cannot with kisses reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the good man is no other than—I!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>67.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This young man, so good and worthy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cannot be too much respected;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft he gives me wine and oysters,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gives me liquors well selected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Coat and trousers fit him neatly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His cravat is still more sightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so comes he every morning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For my health to ask politely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of my wide-spread glory speaks he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my talents and my graces;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eagerly at my disposal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All his services he places.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in company at evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a face as if inspired<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He declaims before the ladies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All my poems so admired.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O it is indeed most pleasant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such a young man to discover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the present day, when surely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All things good will soon be over.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>68.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I dreamt that I was Lord of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sat in heaven proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The angels, ranged around my throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All praised my verses loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And cakes I ate, and comfits too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In value many a florin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Cardinal I drank the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And had no need of scorin’<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_221" id="page_221"></a>{221}</span>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Plagued by ennui, I long’d to be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On earth, with all its evil;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were I not the Lord of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’d fain have been the devil.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou long-legg’d Angel, Gabriel, go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hasten downward thither,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And find my worthy friend Eugene,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bring him to me hither.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Within the College seek him not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But o’er a glass of brandy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seek for him not in Hedwig’s Church,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But at Miss Meyer’s so handy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Angel then spread out his wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with his whole soul in it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flew down, and seized my worthy friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And brought him in a minute.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ay, youth, I am the Lord of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rule o’er every nation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I always told thee I should come<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To power and reputation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each day I work such miracles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As greatly would delight thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The town of A—— I’ll happy make<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To-day, and so excite thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The paving-stones upon the road<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall all be now converted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, lo, an oyster, fresh and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In each shall be inserted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A constant shower of lemon-juice<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like dew, shall serve as pickle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the gutters of the streets<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The finest wine shall trickle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How all the A—er’s straight rejoice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to the banquet hasten!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The judges from the gutter drink<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As if it were a basin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And how at this divine repast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rejoice the poets needy!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lieutenants lick the streets quite dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ensigns poor and greedy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_222" id="page_222"></a>{222}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ensigns and lieutenants are<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wise in their generation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They always think the present time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The weightiest in creation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>69.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From beauteous lips compell’d to part, and carried<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Away from beauteous arms fast clasp’d around me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet one more day I gladly would have tarried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When came the post-boy with his steeds, and found me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Child, this is very life, an endless wailing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An endless farewell-taking, endless parting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is then thy heart to clasp mine unavailing?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could not thine eye retain me, e’en at starting?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>70.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We travelled alone in the gloomy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Post-chaise the whole of the night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each lean’d on the other’s bosom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And jested with hearts so light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When morning dawn’d upon us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My child, how we did stare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the blind passenger,<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> Amor,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was sitting between us there!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>71.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heaven knows where the haughty hussy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May have will’d to pitch her tent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swearing, with the rain fast falling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the city through I went.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From one tavern to another<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ran I swiftly in the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to every surly waiter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Did I turn myself in vain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then I saw her at a window,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nodding, tittering as well:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I tell that thou wouldst live in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Maiden, such a grand hotel?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_223" id="page_223"></a>{223}</span></p> - -<h4>72.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like darkling visions the houses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are standing all in a row;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep hidden in my mantle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In silence I onward go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The high cathedral tower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hour of twelve doth proclaim:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love, with her charms and kisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Awaits me with rapturous flame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon is my attendant,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And kindly gleams in the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I arrive at her dwelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I joyfully call up on high:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I thank thee, my olden companion,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That thou hast thus lighted my way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I now at length can release thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Light the rest of the world now, I pray<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And find’st thou some mortal enamour’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In solitude mourning his fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As me thou of old time didst comfort,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Him also O comfort thou straight!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>73.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O what falsehood lies in kisses!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In mere show what joy’s convey’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In betrayal, O what bliss is!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweeter still to be betray’d!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though thou mayst resist me, fairest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet I know what thou allowest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll avow whate’er thou swearest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I will swear what thou avowest.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>74.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon thy snowy bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My head all-softly I lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And secretly can listen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To what thy heart doth say.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The blue hussars are blowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And riding in at the gate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-morrow my heart-beloved one<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will surely desert me straight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_224" id="page_224"></a>{224}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thou wilt desert me to-morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At least to-day thou art mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in thine arms so beauteous<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With twofold bliss I’ll recline.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>75.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The blue hussars are blowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And riding out at the gate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I come then, my loved one, and bring thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A nosegay of roses straight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Those were indeed wild doings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Much folk and warlike display!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By far too many were quarter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Within thy bosom that day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>76.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I in youthful years did languish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Suffer’d many a bitter anguish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From love’s fiery glow.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wood is now so dear, the fire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will for lack of fuel expire—<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Ma foi!</i> ’tis better so.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Think of this, O youthful fair one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chase away the tears that wear one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all foolish love’s alarms;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thy life may not have perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O forget thy love once cherish’d—<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>Ma foi!</i> within my arms.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>77.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The eunuchs controverted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I raised up my voice;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They grumbled and asserted<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My singing was not choice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then they all raised sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their voicelets petty and shrill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sang so finely and neatly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like crystal sounded their trill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They sang of love’s fierce yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of loving effusions and love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tears the ladies all turning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With tunes so adapted to move.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_225" id="page_225"></a>{225}</span></p> - -<h4>78.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I left you at first in July at the warmest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In January now I find you once more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the midst of the heat you then were complaining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And now you are cool’d, and cold to the core.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I shall soon leave again, and when next I’m returning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Neither warm shall I find you, nor yet quite cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I shall walk o’er your grave with silent composure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While my own heart within me is wretched and old.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>79.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Art thou then indeed so hostile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Art thou tow’rds me changed so sadly?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I by all means shall lament it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou hast treated me so badly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O ungrateful lips, how could ye<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Speak with malice cruel-hearted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the man who ofttimes kiss’d you<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lovingly, in days departed?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>80.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! once more the eyes are on me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which did greet me once with gladness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lips once more address me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which once sweeten’d life’s long sadness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">E’en the voice I hear, whose accents<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Charm’d me, as they sweetly falter’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I alone am not the same one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Having home return’d, all-alter’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By those arms so white and beauteous<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lovingly embraced and closely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To her heart I now am clinging,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dull of feeling and morosely.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>81.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the walls of Salamanca<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft refreshing winds are playing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, with my belovèd Donna,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On a summer’s eve I’m straying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Round the fair one’s slender body<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Doth my arm with rapture linger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her bosom’s haughty motion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feel I with a loving finger.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_226" id="page_226"></a>{226}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet a whisper fraught with sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the linden trees is moving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, beneath, the dusky millstream<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Murmurs sad dreams, disapproving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah, Señora! a foreboding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Tells me, I shall hence be driven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On the walls of Salamanca<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Ne’er again to walk ’tis given.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>82.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy voice and thine eye, when we first saw each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Convinced me thou saw’st me with heart not estranged;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had it not been for thy tyrant mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I think that we kisses should straight have exchanged.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To-morrow again I depart from the city,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And on, in my olden course, wander I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the window my fair one is lurking in pity,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And friendly greetings I throw up on high.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>83.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over the mountains the sun mounts in splendour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Afar sound the bells of the lambs as they stray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My loved one, my lamb, my sun bright and tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How gladly once more would I see thee to-day!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I gaze up on high, with looks fond and loving—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My child, fare thee well, I must wander from thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vain! for her curtain is still and unmoving—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She slumbering lieth and dreameth of me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>84.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Halle, in the market<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two mighty lions are standing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou lion-scorn of Halle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks they’ve tamed thee finely!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Halle, in the market,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mighty giant’s standing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hath a sword, and moves not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s turn’d to stone by terror.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Halle, in the market,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mighty church is standing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The students of each faction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have there a place for praying.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_227" id="page_227"></a>{227}</span></p> - -<h4>85.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Glimm’ring lies the summer even<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over wood and verdant meadows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the gold moon, fragrance shedding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gleameth from the azure heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Crickets at the brook with shrillness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chirp; there’s motion in the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the wand’rer hears a splashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a breathing in the stillness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yonder at the lone stream sparkling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">See, the beauteous elf is bathing;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Arm and neck, so white and lovely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glisten in the moonbeams darkling.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>86.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the strange roads night is lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heart is sick and limbs are weary;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the moonbeams, softly vying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shed their light like blessings cheery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, sweet moon! thy radiant splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scares away each terror nightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All my woes dissolve, and tender<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dew o’erflows my eyelids lightly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>87.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Death nothing is but cooling night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And life is nought but sultry day;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Darkness draws nigh, I slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wearied by day’s bright light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over my bed ariseth a tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There sings the youthful nightingale;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She sings of love exulting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dreams ’tis heard by me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>88.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Say, where is thy beauteous mistress,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whom thou sangest in the hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When thy heart was pierced so strangely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the flames of magic power?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All those flames are now extinguish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my heart is cold and weary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this book’s the urn that holdeth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My love’s ashes sad and dreary.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_228" id="page_228"></a>{228}</span></p> - -<h4>89.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full long have I my head tormented<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With ceaseless thinking, day and night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet thy darling eyes compel me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To love thee, in my own despite.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now stand I, where thine eyes are gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Charm’d by their sweet expressive light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I should love again thus deeply<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I scarcely can believe aright.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>90.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thou hast become my wedded wife<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy joy shall know no measure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt live in happiness all thy life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In uninterrupted pleasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I will very patient be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E’en ’neath thy reviling and curses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we must part most certainly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If thou abusest my verses.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>91.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little by thee comprehended,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Little knew I thee, good brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we in the mud descended<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon we understood each other.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>92.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Near me dwelleth Don Henriques,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the “handsome” known and fêted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our apartments are adjoining,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By a thin wall separated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Salamanca’s dames are blushing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As he in the streets is walking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rattling spurs, mustachios twirling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With his dogs behind him stalking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But at evening’s silent hour he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All alone at home is sitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His guitar his fingers twanging,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet dreams through his fancy flitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the chords with vigour plays he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His wild phantasies beginning—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O it drives me mad to hear him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Keeping up his wretched dinning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_229" id="page_229"></a>{229}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_HARTZ-JOURNEY" id="THE_HARTZ-JOURNEY"></a><i>THE HARTZ-JOURNEY.</i><br /><br /> -1824.</h2> - -<h3>PREFACE.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In black coats and silken stockings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">White and courtly frills they hide them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gentle speeches and embraces—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had they only hearts inside them!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hearts within the breast, and love, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the heart, yea, love all-burning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! I’m sick of their false prating<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of love’s sorrows and love’s yearning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll ascend the distant mountains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the peaceful huts are standing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the breezes free are blowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the bosom free’s expanding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll ascend the distant mountains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the dusky firs are springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the haughty clouds are roaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Brooks are murmuring, birds are singing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fare ye well, ye polish’d chambers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Polish’d lords and dames beguiling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the mountains now ascending<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll look down upon you, smiling.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the mountain stands the cottage<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the aged mountaineer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There the dark-green fir is rustling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the golden moon shines clear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the cottage stands an arm-chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Richly carved and wondrously;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He that on it sits is happy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the happy one am I!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the footstool sits the maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On my knee her arms repose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eyes are like two stars all azure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mouth is like the purple rose.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_230" id="page_230"></a>{230}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the stars so sweet and azure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Large as heaven, she on me throws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she puts her lily-finger<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mocking on the purple rose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No, we’re seen not by the mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For with industry she spins;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guitar the father playing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some old melody begins.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the maiden whispers softly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Softly, in a tone suppress’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many a most important secret<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She to me hath soon confess’d:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Since the death of aunt, however,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We can’t go to see the sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the shooting-match at Goslar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Which was such a great delight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Whereas here ’tis very lonely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On the mountain-top, you know;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All the winter we’re entirely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As though buried in the snow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And I am a timid maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And as fearful as a child<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the wicked mountain spirits,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who at night roam fierce and wild”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sudden is the sweet one silent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Terrified by what she said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her little eyes she covers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With her little hands in dread.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Louder roars outside the fir-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the spinning-wheel loud hums;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meanwhile the guitar is tinkling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the olden tune it strums:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Fear thee not, my little darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At the wicked spirits’ might;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Angels keep, my little darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Safe watch o’er thee, day and night.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fir-tree with green finger’s knocking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the window small and low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the moon, the yellow list’ner,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through it her sweet light doth throw.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_231" id="page_231"></a>{231}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Father, mother, gently snoring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the neighbouring chamber sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet we two are gaily talking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So that wide awake we keep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That thou’rt wont to pray too often,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is a thing I’ll credit ne’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For thy lips’ convulsive quiv’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Ill accords with thoughts of prayer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ay, that quiv’ring, cold and evil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Every time affrights me sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet thine eyes’ mild lustre husheth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy sad anguish evermore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I, too, doubt if thou believest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“All that is the Christian’s boast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dost believe in God the Father,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the Son and Holy Ghost?”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, my child! when yet an infant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sitting on my mother’s knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I believed in God the Father,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ruling all things wondrously;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who the beauteous earth created,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the men that on it move;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who to suns, moons, stars predestined<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All their tracks wherein to rove.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When, my child, I grew still bigger<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many more things I conceived,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my reason wax’d yet stronger,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I in the Son believed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the Son beloved, who, loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Open’d to us love’s door wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who in reward, as usual,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the mob was crucified.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now that I am grown, have read much,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wander’d over many a coast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth my heart swell, and in earnest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I believe the Holy Ghost.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He hath done the greatest marvels,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And still greater doeth he;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hath burst the tyrants’ strongholds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Servants from their yoke set free.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_232" id="page_232"></a>{232}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Olden deadly wounds he healeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And renews the olden law:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All men equal are, and noble<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the earliest breath they draw.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every evil cloud he chaseth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drives the brain’s dark weft away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That corrupteth love and pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grinning at us night and day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thousand knights well arm’d for battle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath the Holy Ghost ordain’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All his pleasure to accomplish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All by mighty zeal sustain’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See, their trusty swords are gleaming!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">See, their noble banners wave!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, my child! hast thou seen ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Knights like this, so proud and brave?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, my child, look on me boldly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kiss me, look upon me nigh!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a daring knight, my fair one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the Holy Ghost am I!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Silently the moon is hiding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the dark green fir-tree’s rear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our lamp within the chamber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Flickers faint, with glimmer drear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But my azure eyes are beaming<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a light that brighter plays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the purple rose is glowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the darling maiden says:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Little elves and little people<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Pilfer all our bread and bacon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the drawer at night they’re lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But by morning all is taken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Next our cream the little people<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From the milk are wont to sup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Leaving, too, the bowl uncover’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the cat the rest drinks up.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_233" id="page_233"></a>{233}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And the cat a witch indeed is,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For she crawls, while night-storms lower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Up the spirit-mountain yonder<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To the ancient ruin’d tower.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There a castle erst was standing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Full of joy and glittering arms;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Knights and squires, in merry torch-dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Mingled with the ladies’ charms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then a wicked old enchantress<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Men and castle too bewitch’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Nought remaineth but the ruins,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where the owls their nest have pitch’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet my late aunt used to tell us:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“If the proper word is said<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At the proper hour at nighttime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At the proper place o’erhead,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then the ruins will be changèd<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To a castle fair once more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Knights and squires and ladies gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will be dancing as of yore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Him by whom that word is spoken<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Men and castle will obey;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Drums and trumpets will proclaim him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Heralding his sov’reign sway.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus the charming legends issue<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the mouth so like a rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While an azure starry radiance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From her sweet eyes overflows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Round my hand the little maiden<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Twines her golden hair with glee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calls by pretty names my fingers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kisses, laughs, then mute is she.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All within that silent chamber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On me looks with trusting eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Table, cupboard,—I could fancy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I had seen them formerly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a friend the house-clock prattles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The guitar scarce audibly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of itself begins to tinkle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as in a dream sit I.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_234" id="page_234"></a>{234}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now’s the proper place discover’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now the proper hour hath sounded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the proper word I utter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Maiden, thou wouldst be astounded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If that word I straightway utter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Midnight would grow dim and quake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fir and streamlet roar more loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the aged mountain wake.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lute’s soft strains and pigmy music<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the mountain’s clefts would burst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a flowering wood shoot from them<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As in joyous spring-time erst.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Flowers, all-hardy magic flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leaves of size so fabulous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fragrant, varied, hasty-quiv’ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As though passion stirr’d them thus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Roses, wild as flames all-glowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dart from out the mass like gems;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lilies, like to crystal arrows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upward shoot tow’rd heaven their stems.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the stars, like suns in greatness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Downward gaze with yearning glow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the lily’s giant-calix<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They their gushing radiance throw.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet ourselves, my darling maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alter’d more than all we seem;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gold and silk and torches’ lustre<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Joyously around us gleam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou, yea thou, becom’st a princess,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a castle turns this cot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knights and squires and ladies gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dance with rapture, tiring not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thee and all, both men and castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I, yea I, have gain’d to-day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drums and trumpets loud proclaim me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heralding my sov’reign sway!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shepherd boy’s a king,—on green hills<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As a throne he sitteth down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er his head the sun all-radiant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is his ever golden crown.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_235" id="page_235"></a>{235}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At his feet the sheep are lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gentle fawners, streak’d with red;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calves as cavaliers attend him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proudly o’er the pastures spread.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kids are all his court-performers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the birds and cows as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he has his chamber-music<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the sound of flute and bell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And it sounds and sings so sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the time so sweetly keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waterfall and nodding fir-trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the king then goes to sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the meantime acts as ruler<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His prime minister, the hound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While his loud and surly barking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Echoes all the country round.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sleepily the young king murmurs:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis a heavy task to reign;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ah! right gladly would I find me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With my queen at home again!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In my queen’s arms soft and tender<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Calmly rests my kingly head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And my vast and boundless kingdom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In her dear eyes lies outspread.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Brighter in the East ’tis growing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the sun’s soft glimm’ring motion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far and wide the mountain-summits<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Float within the misty ocean.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the speed of wind I’d hasten,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If I seven-league boots had only,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over yonder mountain-summits<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To my darling’s dwelling lonely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gently would I draw the curtain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the bed wherein she’s lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gently would I kiss her forehead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And her mouth, with rubies vying,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_236" id="page_236"></a>{236}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still more gently would I whisper<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In her lily-ear so tender:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Think in dreams, we love each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And our love will ne’er surrender.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I Am the princess Ilse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dwell in Ilsenstein;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come with me to my castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there ’midst pleasures be mine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy head I’ll softly moisten<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With my pellucid wave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou shalt forget thine anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor sorrow-stricken knave!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Within my arms so snowy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon my snowy breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shalt thou repose, and dream there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of olden legends blest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll kiss thee and embrace thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As I embraced and kiss’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The darling Kaiser Henry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who doth no longer exist.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">None live except the living,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dead are dead and gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am fair and blooming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My laughing heart beats on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as my heart is beating,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My crystal castle doth ring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The knights and maidens are dancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The squires all-joyfully spring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The silken trains are rustling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The spurs of iron are worn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dwarfs beat drum and trumpet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fiddle and play the horn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But thee shall my arm hold warmly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As Kaiser Henry it held;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I held him fast imprison’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When loudly the trumpet’s note swell’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_237" id="page_237"></a>{237}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BALTIC" id="THE_BALTIC"></a><i>THE BALTIC.</i><br /><br /> -PART I. 1825.</h2> - -<h4>1. EVENING TWILIGHT.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By ocean’s pallid strand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat I, tormented in spirit and lonely.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun sank lower and lower, and threw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red glowing streaks upon the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the snowy, spreading billows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the flood hard-press’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foam’d and roar’d still nearer and nearer—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wonderful sound, a whisp’ring and piping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A laughing and murmuring, sighing and rushing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Between times a lullaby-home-sounding singing,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks I hear some olden tradition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Primeval, favourite legend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which I erst as a stripling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learnt from the neighbours’ children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we, on the summer evenings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the house-door’s steps all cower’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cosily for quiet talking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With our little hearts all attentive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our eyes all wisely curious;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst the bigger maidens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close by their fragrant flowerpots<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat at the opposite window<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rosy their faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiling, illumed by the moon.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2. SUNSET.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The glowing ruddy sun descends<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down to the far up-shuddering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silvery-grey world-ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Airy images, rosily breath’d upon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After him roll, and over against him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the’ autumnal glimmering veil of clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With face all mournful and pale as death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bursteth forth the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And behind her, like sparks of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Misty-broad, glimmer the stars.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_238" id="page_238"></a>{238}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once in the heavens there glitter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Join’d in fond union,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Luna the goddess and Sol the god,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And around them the stars all cluster’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their little, innocent children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But evil tongues then whisper’d disunion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they parted in anger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That glorious, radiant pair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, in the daytime, in splendour all lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wanders the Sun-god in realms on high,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On account of his majesty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Greatly sung-to and worshipp’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By haughty, bliss-harden’d mortals.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in the night-time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In heaven wanders Luna,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unhappy mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all her orphan’d starry children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she gleams in silent sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And loving maidens and gentle poets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Devote to her tears and songs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The gentle Luna! womanly minded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still doth she love her beautiful spouse.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Towards the evening, trembling and pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peeps she forth from the light clouds around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And looks at the parting one mournfully,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fain would cry in her anguish: “Come!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come! the children all long for thee—”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the disdainful Sun-god,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the sight of his spouse, ’gins glowing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With still deeper purple,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In anger and grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And inflexibly hastens he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Down to his flood-chilly widow’d bed.<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Evil and backbiting tongues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus brought grief and destruction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en ’mongst the godheads immortal.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the poor godheads, yonder in heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wander in misery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comfortless over their endless tracks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And death cannot reach them,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_239" id="page_239"></a>{239}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with them they trail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their bright desolation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I, the mere man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lowly-planted, the blest-with-death one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sorrow no longer.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3. THE NIGHT ON THE STRAND.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Starless and cold is the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ocean boils;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over the sea, flat on its belly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies the misshapen Northwind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With groaning and stifled mysterious voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sullen grumbler, good-humour’d for once,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prates he away to the waves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Telling many a wild tradition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giant-legends, murderous-humorous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Primeval Sagas from Norway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the while, far echoing, laughs he and howls he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exorcists’ songs of the Edda,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grey old Runic proverbs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So darkly-daring, and magic-forcible,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the white sons of Ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spring up on high, all exulting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In madden’d excitement.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Meanwhile, along the flat shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the flood-moisten’d sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Paces a stranger, whose heart within him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is wilder far than wind and waters;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There where he walks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sparks fly out, and shells are crackling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he veils himself in his dark-grey mantle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quickly moves on through the blustering night;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guided in safety by yon little light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sweetly, invitingly glimmers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the lone fisherman’s cottage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Father and brother are out on the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all all alone is staying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the hut the fisherman’s daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wondrously lovely fisherman’s daughter.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the hearth she’s sitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lists to the water-kettle’s<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_240" id="page_240"></a>{240}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Homely, sweet foreboding humming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shakes in the fire the crackling brushwood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on it blows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that the lights, all ruddy and flickering,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Magic-sweetly are reflected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her fair blooming features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her tender, snowy shoulder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, moving gently, peeps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out her coarse grey smock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on her little, anxious hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which fastens firmer her under-garment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over her graceful hip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But sudden, the door bursts open,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nightly stranger entereth in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love-secure, his eye reposes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the snowy, slender maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, trembling, near him stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like to a startled lily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he throws his mantle to earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And laughs and speaks:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“See now, my child, I’ve kept my word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I come, and with me hath come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The olden time, when the gods from the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Came down to earth, to the daughters of mortals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the daughters of mortals embraced they,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And from them there issued<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sceptre-bearing races of monarchs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And heroes, wonders of earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But start not, my child, any longer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Because of my godhead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I pray thee give me some tea mix’d with rum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For ’tis cold out of doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And amid such night breezes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Freeze even we, we godheads immortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And easily catch the divinest of colds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And a cough that proves quite eternal.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4. POSEIDON.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun’s bright rays were playing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the wide-rolling breadth of the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far in the roadstead glitter’d the ship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Destined to home to convey me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_241" id="page_241"></a>{241}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a propitious wind was yet wanting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I sat on the white downs all calmly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard by the lonely strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I read the song of Odysseus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The olden, ever-youthful song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out whose sea-beflutter’d leaves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joyfully rose to meet me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The breath of the deities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the shining spring-time of mortals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the blooming heaven of Hellas.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My generous heart accompanied truly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The son of Laërtes in wanderings and troubles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Placed itself with him, spirit-tormented,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At guestly hearths,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where beauteous queens were spinning their purple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And help’d him to lie, and succeed in escaping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From giants’ caverns and nymphs’ embraces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follow’d him down to Cimmerian night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in tempest and shipwreck,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with him endured unspeakable torments.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sighing spake I: “Thou wicked Poseidon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thine anger is fearful;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I myself am anxious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As to my own return.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Scarce breath’d I these words,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the sea foam’d on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And out of the snowy billows arose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sedge-becrowned head of the seagod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scornfully cried he:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Fear not, little poet!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll not for one moment endanger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thy poor little vessel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And thy dear life shall not be tormented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By any critical tossing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For thou, little poet, hast never annoy’d me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No single turret was injured by thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In Priam’s sacred fortress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No single hair didst thou e’er singe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the eye of my son Polyphemus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And thou hast ne’er been advised or protected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By the goddess of wisdom, Pallas Athene!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_242" id="page_242"></a>{242}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus cried Poseidon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sank ’neath the ocean again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at the vulgar seaman’s wit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laugh’d under the water<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amphitrite, the clumsy fishwoman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the silly daughters of Nereus.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>5. HOMAGE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye songs! O my trusty numbers!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up, up! and on with your arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bid the trumpet to blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raise high on my shield<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The youthful maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who’s now to rule my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My undivided heart, as queen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hail to thee, youthful queen!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the sun on high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tear I his sparkling ruddy gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of it weave a diadem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thine anointed head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the fluttering blue-silken heaven’s veil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherein night’s diamonds are gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cut I a costly piece,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hang, as coronation mantle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon thy regal shoulders.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I give to thee, as courtiers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some well-bedizen’d sonnets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haughty terzinas and courtly stanzas;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wit shall serve thee as footman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as court-fool my phantasy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As herald, the laughing tears on my scutcheon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My humour shall serve thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I, O my queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before thee kneel down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In homage, on red velvet cushion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to thee hand over<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The small bit of reason,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, out of compassion, was left me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By her who last govern’d thy kingdom.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>6. DECLARATION.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Onward glimmering came the evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wilder tossèd the flood,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_243" id="page_243"></a>{243}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I sat on the strand, regarding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The snowy dance of the billows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon my bosom swell’d like the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A deep home-sickness yearningly seized me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thee, thou darling form,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who everywhere surround’st me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And everywhere call’st me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Everywhere, everywhere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the moan of the wind, in the roar of the ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the sigh within my own breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With brittle reed I wrote on the sand:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Agnes, I love thee!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But wicked billows soon pour’d themselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the blissful confession,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Effacing it all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah too fragile reed, all fast-scatter’d sand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah fugitive billows, I’ll trust you no more!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavens grow darker, my heart grows wilder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with vigorous hand from the forests of Norway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tear I the highest fir-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And plunge it deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Etna’s glowing abyss, and thereafter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fire-imbued giant-pen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I write on the dark veil of heaven:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Agnes, I love thee!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every night gleams thenceforward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On high that eternal fiery writing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all generations of farthest descendants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Read gladly the heavenly sentence:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Agnes, I love thee!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>7. IN THE CABIN AT NIGHT.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The sea its pearls possesseth,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And heaven its stars containeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But, O my heart, my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">My heart its love hath also.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Vast is the sea and the heavens,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Yet vaster is my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And fairer than pearls or the stars<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Glitt’reth and beameth my love.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_244" id="page_244"></a>{244}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Thou little youthful maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Come to my heart so vast;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">My heart and the sea and the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i4">For very love are dying.<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> - -<span class="i4">’Gainst the azure veil of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Where the beauteous stars are twinkling,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Fain I’d press my lips with ardour,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Press them wildly, madly weeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Yonder stars the very eyes are<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of my loved one, thousand-changing<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Glimmer they and greet me kindly<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From the azure veil of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Tow’rd the azure veil of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tow’rd the eyes of my beloved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Lift I up my arms in worship,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And I pray, and thus beseech them:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Beauteous eyes, ye lights of mercy,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">O make happy my poor spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Let me die, and as my guerdon,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Win both you and all your heaven!<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> - -<span class="i4">From those heavenly eyes above me<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Light and trembling sparks are falling<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Through the night, and then my spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Loving-wide and wider stretcheth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">O ye heavenly eyes above me!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Weep yourselves into my spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That my spirit may run over<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With those tears so sweet and starry!<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> - -<span class="i4">Cradled by the ocean billows,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And by thoughts that seem like visions,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Silent lie I in the cabin,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In the dark bed in the corner.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Through the open hatchway see I<br /></span> -<span class="i4">There on high the stars all-radiant,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Those sweet eyes so dearly cherish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of my sweet and dearly loved one.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_245" id="page_245"></a>{245}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Those sweet eyes so dearly cherish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Far above my head are watching,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And they tinkle and they beckon<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From the azure veil of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Tow’rd the azure veil of heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Gaze I many an hour with rapture,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Till a white and misty curtain<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From me hides those eyes so cherish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">’Gainst the boarded side of the ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Where my dreaming head is lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Rave the billows, the furious billows.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They roar and they murmur<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Thus soft in my ear:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O foolish young fellow!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thine arm is short, and the heavens are wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And yonder stars are firmly nailed there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In vain is thy yearning, in vain is thy sighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The best thou can’st do is to sleep!”<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">I dreamt, and dreaming saw a spacious heath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far overspread with white, with whitest snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ’neath that white snow buried I was lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And slept the lonesome, chilly sleep of death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet from on high, from out the darkling heavens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look’d down upon my grave those eyes all-starry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those eyes so sweet! In triumph they were gleaming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In calm and radiant but excessive love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>8. STORM.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tempest is raging,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It floggeth the billows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the billows, fierce-foaming and rearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise up on high, and with life are all heaving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The snowy watery mountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the small bark climbs o’er them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Labouring hastily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And suddenly plungeth it down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the black, wide-gaping abyss of the flood.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O sea!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother of beauty, the foam-arisen one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grandmother of love! O spare me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Already flutters, corpse-scenting,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_246" id="page_246"></a>{246}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The snowy, spirit-like sea-mew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wetteth his beak ’gainst the mast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And longs,—eager to taste,—for the heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which proclaimeth the fame of thy daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And which thy grandson, the little rogue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chose for his plaything.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain my entreaties and prayers!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My cry dies away in the blustering storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the wind’s battle-shout;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It roars and pipes and crackles and howls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a madhouse of noises!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, between times, I audibly hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Harp-strains alluring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Songs all wild and yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spirit-melting and spirit-rending,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the voice I remember!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Far away, on the rock-coast of Scotland,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the old grey castle projecteth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the wild raging sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There at the lofty and archèd window,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Standeth a woman, beauteous but ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Softly-transparent and marble-pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she’s playing her harp and she’s singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wind through her long locks forceth its way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beareth her gloomy song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the wide and tempest-toss’d sea.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>9. CALM AT SEA.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Calm at sea! His beams all radiant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throws the sun across the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And amid the heaving jewels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Furrows green the ship is tracing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Near the steersman lies the boatswain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his stomach, snoring gently;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near the mast, the sails repairing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Squats the cabin-boy, all-tarry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But behind his cheeks so dirty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red blood springs, a mournful quiv’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round his wide mouth plays, and sadly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stare his eyes, so large and handsome.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_247" id="page_247"></a>{247}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the captain stands before him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raving, cursing, “thief” exclaiming:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thief! a herring you have stolen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From the barrel, O you rascal!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Calm at sea! From out the waters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lifts himself a clever fishkin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the sun his head he warmeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Splashing with his tail so gaily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the sea-mew, soaring over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shooteth down upon the fishkin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his sudden prize fast holding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his bill, again mounts upward.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>10. THE OCEAN SPECTRE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I upon the ship’s edge was lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gazed with my eyes all dreamy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down on the glassy pellucid water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gazed yet deeper and deeper—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till, deep in the ocean’s abysses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At first like a glimmering mist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, bit by bit, with hues more decided,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Domes of churches and towers appeared,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at last, clear as sunlight, a city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Antiquarian Netherlandish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swarming with life.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reverent men, in garments of black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With snowy frills and chains of honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lengthy swords and lengthy faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the crowded market are pacing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tow’rd the high-stair’d council-chamber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Emperors’ stony images<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep guard with sceptre and sword:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard by, in front of the long row of houses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With mirror-like glistening windows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand the lindens all trimm’d into pyramids,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silken rustling maidens are wandering,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A golden band round their slender bodies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their blooming faces neatly surrounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By head-dresses velvet and black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whence their abundant locks are escaping.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gay young fellows, in Spanish costume,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proudly are passing and nodding.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_248" id="page_248"></a>{248}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aged women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In garments all brown and strange-looking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Psalm-book and rosary in hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hasten with tripping step<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tow’rd the cathedral church,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impell’d by the sound of the bells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the rushing notes of the organ.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mysterious awe seizeth me too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caused by the distant sound;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A ne’er-ending yearning and sadness deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steal o’er my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My scarcely-heal’d heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seems as though its bitter wounds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By dear lips were kiss’d open,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And once again were bleeding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With drops hot and ruddy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which long and slowly downward fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon an ancient house below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In yon deep-ocean city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon an ancient and high-gabled house,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where sits in lonely melancholy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A maiden at the window,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her head on her arm reclined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like to some poor, forgotten child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I know thee, thou poor, forgotten child.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus deep, thus deep, then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hidd’st thyself from me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In some childish conceit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And couldst not reascend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sattest strange, among strange people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Five hundred years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I meanwhile, with soul full of grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sought thee over all the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ever sought thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou ever-beloved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou long-time-lost one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou finally-found one,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve found thee at last, and again behold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy countenance sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thine eyes so prudent and faithful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy smile so dear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never again will I leave thee,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_249" id="page_249"></a>{249}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And downward hasten I to thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with wide-spreading arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throw myself down on thy heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But just in time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was seized by the foot by the Captain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And torn from the side of the ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While he cried, laughing bitterly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Why, Doctor, are you mad?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>11. PURIFICATION.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remain thou in thy ocean-depths,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delirious dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That erst so many a night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart with false joy hast tormented,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now, an ocean-spectre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en in bright daylight threaten’st me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remain below, eternally,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I’ll throw down to thee there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All my sins and my sorrows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And folly’s cap and bells<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That round my head so long have rattled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the cold and glistening serpent-skin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of hypocrisy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which so long hath twined round my spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sickly spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My God-denying, angel-denying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unhappy spirit—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hoiho! hoiho! Here comes the wind!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the plain so destructive when smooth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hastens the ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my rescued spirit rejoices.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>12. PEACE.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">High in the heavens there stood the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cradled in snowy clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sea was still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And musing I lay at the helm of the ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreamily musing,—and half in waking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And half in slumber, I gazed upon Christ,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Saviour of man.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In streaming and snowy garment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wander’d, giant-great,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over land and sea;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_250" id="page_250"></a>{250}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His head reach’d high to the heavens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His hands he stretch’d out in blessing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over land and sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as a heart in his bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bore he the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun all ruddy and flaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the ruddy and flaming sunny-heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shed its beams of mercy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And its beauteous, bliss-giving light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lighting and warming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over land and sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sounds of bells were solemnly drawing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here and there, like swans were drawing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By rosy bands the gliding ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drew it sportively tow’rd the green shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where men were dwelling, in high and turreted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’erhanging town.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O blessings of peace! how still the town!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hush’d was the hollow sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of busy and sweltering trade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the clean and echoing streets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were passing men in white attire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Palm-branches bearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when two chanced to meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They view’d each other with inward intelligence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And trembling, in love and sweet denial,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kiss’d on the forehead each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gazed up on high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the Saviour’s sunny-heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, glad and atoningly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beam’d down its ruddy blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And three times blest, thus spake they:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Praisèd be Jesus Christ!”<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Couldst thou this vision have only imagined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What wouldst thou not give for it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My dearest friend!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou who in head and loins art so weak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so strong in thy faith,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Trinity worship’st in Unity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the dog and the cross and the paw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thy lofty patroness daily kissest,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_251" id="page_251"></a>{251}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hast work’d thy way upward by canting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As an Aulic Counsellor, Magistrate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at last as a Government Counsellor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the pious town<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where flourish both sand and religion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the patient water of sacred Spree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Washes souls and dilutes the tea—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Couldst thou this vision have only imagined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My dearest friend!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hadst borne it up high, to the market-place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy countenance pallid and blinking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had been dissolved in devotion and lowliness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her Serene Highness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enchanted and trembling with rapture,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had with thee sunk in prayer on the knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her eyes, beaming brightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had promised, by way of increase of salary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hundred Prussian dollars sterling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou, with folded hands, wouldst have stammer’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Praisèd be Jesus Christ!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="PART_II_1826" id="PART_II_1826"></a>PART II. 1826.</h2> - -<h2><a name="SEA_SALUTATION" id="SEA_SALUTATION"></a>1. SEA SALUTATION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thalatta! Thalatta!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hail to thee, O thou Ocean eterne!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hail to thee ten thousand times<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From hearts all exulting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As formerly hail’d thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten thousand Grecian hearts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Misfortune-contending, homeward-aspiring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">World-renown’d Grecian hearts.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The billows were heaving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They heaved and they bluster’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun shed hastily downwards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His light so sportive and rosy-hued;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sudden-startled flocks of sea-mews<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flutter’d along, loud screaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The horses were stamping, the bucklers were ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And afar there resounded triumphantly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thalatta! Thalatta!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_252" id="page_252"></a>{252}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hail to thee, O thou Ocean eterne!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like voices of home thy waters are rushing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like visions of childhood saw I a glimmering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over thy heaving billowy-realm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And olden remembrance again tells me stories<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the darling, beautiful playthings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the glittering Christmas presents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the ruddy coral branches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gold fish, pearls and colour’d shells<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which thou mysteriously dost keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down yonder in bright crystal house.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O how have I languish’d in drear foreign lands!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like to a wither’d flower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the tin case of a botanist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay in my bosom my heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought whole winters long I sat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An invalid, in darksome sick-room,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I suddenly leave it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with dazzling rays am I greeted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By emerald springtime, the sunny-awaken’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the snowy blossoming trees are all rustling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the youthful flowers upon me gaze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With eyes all chequer’d and fragrant;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s a perfume and humming and breathing and laughing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the birds in the azure heavens are singing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thalatta! Thalatta!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou valiant retreating heart!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How oft, how bitter-oft, wast thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard press’d by the Northern barbarian women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From large victorious eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shot they their burning arrows;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With words both crooked and polish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They threatened to cleave my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With cuniform billets-doux harass’d they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My poor distracted brain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vain I held my shield to resist them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The arrows whizz’d and the blows crash’d heavily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by the Northern barbarian women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Back to the sea was I driven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freely breathing I hailèd the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The darling life-saving sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thalatta! Thalatta!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_253" id="page_253"></a>{253}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THUNDERSTORM" id="THUNDERSTORM"></a>2. THUNDERSTORM.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heavily lies on the ocean the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the darksome wall of clouds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quivers the forkèd lightning flash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suddenly gleaming and suddenly vanishing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a thought from the head of Cronion.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the desert, far-heaving water<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Afar the thunders are rolling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The snowy billowy horses are springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which Boreas’ self did engender<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the beautiful mares of Erichton,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the seafowl are mournfully fluttering,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like shadowy corpses by Styx,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By Charon repulsed from his desolate bark.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor, but merry little ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yonder dancing the strangest dance!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Æolus sends it his briskest attendants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wildly strike up for the frolicsome dance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The one is piping, another is blowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The third is beating the hollow double-bass—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the staggering sailor stands at the rudder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the compass is steadily looking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That trembling soul of the vessel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And raises his hands in entreaty to heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O rescue me, Castor, thou hero gigantic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou, knight of the ring, Polydeuces!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SHIPWRECKED_ONE" id="THE_SHIPWRECKED_ONE"></a>3. THE SHIPWRECKED ONE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hope and love! All crumbled to atoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I myself, like to a corpse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrown up by the growling sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie on the strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dreary, naked strand.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before me, the watery waste is heaving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind me lie but sorrow and misery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over me high are passing the clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The formless grey-hued daughters of air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who out of the sea, in misty buckets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draw up the water,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wearily drag it and drag it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then spill it again in the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mournful and tedious business,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And useless as e’en my own life.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_254" id="page_254"></a>{254}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The billows murmur, the sea-mews are screaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Olden remembrances over me drift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreams long forgotten and images perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painfully sweet come to light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the North a woman is living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A beauteous woman, royally fair.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her slender figure, like a tall cypress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By an alluring white robe is embraced;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her dark and flowing tresses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like to a blissful night, are streaming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down from her lofty, braid-crownèd head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dreamily-sweetly form ringlets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over her sweet pale face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And out of her sweet pale face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Large and o’erpowering, beams an eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a black sun in radiance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O thou black sun, how often,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enchantingly often, I drank from thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wild flames of inspiration,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stood and reel’d, all drunk with fire,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then hover’d a mild and dovelike smile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the high-contracted haughty lips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the high-contracted haughty lips<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breath’d forth words as sweet as moonlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tender as the rose’s fragrance—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then my spirit ascended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flew, like an eagle, straight up into heaven!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Peace, ye billows and sea-mews!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All is now over, happiness, hope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hope, ay, and love! I lie on the shore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lonely and shipwreckèd man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And press my countenance glowing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep in the humid sand.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SUNSET" id="SUNSET"></a>4. SUNSET.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beauteous sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath calmly descended down to the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heaving waters already are dyed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By dusky night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nought but the evening’s red<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With golden light still spreadeth o’er them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the rushing force of the flood<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_255" id="page_255"></a>{255}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Gainst the shore presseth the snowy billows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which merrily, hastily skip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like wool-cover’d flocks of lambkins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom the singing sheep-boy at even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Homeward doth drive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“How fair is the sun!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So spake, after long silence, my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who with me wander’d along the strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And half in sport and half in sad earnest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Assured he me that the sun was only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lovely woman,<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> whom the old sea-god<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of convenience married;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the day long she joyously wander’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the high heavens, deck’d out with purple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And glitt’ring with diamonds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all-beloved and all-admired<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By every mortal creature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every mortal creature rejoicing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her sweet glances’ light and warmth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in the evening, impell’d all-disconsolate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more returneth she home<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the moist house and desert arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her grey-headed spouse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Believe me”—here added my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With laughter and sighing and laughter again:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They’re living below in the tenderest union!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Either they’re sleeping or quarrelling fiercely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So that up here e’en the ocean is roaring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the fisherman hears in the rush of the waves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How the old man’s abusing his wife:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Thou round wench of the universe!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Beaming coquettish one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>All the day long thou art glowing for others,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>At night for me thou art frosty and tired.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“After this curtain lecture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As a matter of course the proud sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Bursts into tears, lamenting her misery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And cries so sadly and long, that the sea-god<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Suddenly springs from his bed all distracted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And hastily swims to the surface of ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To recover his breath and his senses.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_256" id="page_256"></a>{256}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I saw him myself, in the night just past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Rising out of the sea as high as his bosom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A jacket of yellow flannel he wore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And a lily-white nightcap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And a face all wither’d and dry.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SONG_OF_THE_OCEANIDES" id="THE_SONG_OF_THE_OCEANIDES"></a>5. THE SONG OF THE OCEANIDES.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shadows of evening o’er ocean are falling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lonely, with none but his lonely soul with him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sits there a man on the dreary strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And looks, with death-chilly look, up on high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tow’rd the spacious, death-chilly vault of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And looks on the spacious billowy main,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over the spacious billowy main<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like airy sailors, his signs are floating,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Returning again despondingly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they have found fast closèd the heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherein they fain would anchor—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he groans so loud, that the snowy sea-mews,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Startled away from their sandy nests,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flutter around him in flocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he speaks unto them these laughing words:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ye black-leggèd birds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With snowy pinions o’er the sea fluttering,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With crooked beaks the sea-water sucking up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And train-oily seal’s flesh devouring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Your life is bitter as is your food!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But I, the happy one, taste nought but sweetness!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I taste the rose’s sweet exhalation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The moonlight-nourished bride of the nightingale;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I taste, too, the sweetness of all things:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Loving and being loved!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She loves me! she loves me! the beauteous maiden!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Now stands she at home in her house’s high balcony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And looks in the twilight abroad, o’er the highway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And darkens, and for me doth yearn—I assure you!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In vain she looketh around and she sigheth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And sighing descends she down to the garden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And wanders in fragrance and moonlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And speaks to the flowers and telleth them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How I, the beloved one, so precious am,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So worthy of love—I assure you!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_257" id="page_257"></a>{257}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And then in bed, in slumber, in dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My darling form around her sports blissfully,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And then at morning at breakfast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Upon her glistening bread and butter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sees she my countenance smiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And she eats it for love—I assure you!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus is he boasting and boasting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And betweentimes the sea-mews are screaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like old ironical chuckling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mists of twilight rise up on high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of the violet clouds, all-gloomily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peepeth the grass-yellow moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High are roaring the billows of ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from the depths of the high-roaring sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mournful as whispering gales of wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soundeth the song of the Oceanides,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauteous compassionate sea-nymphs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And loudest of all the voice so enthralling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Peleus’ spouse, the silvery-footed one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they’re sighing and singing:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O fool, thou fool! thou hectoring fool!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou sorrow-tormented one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Cruelly murder’d are all thy bright hopes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thy bosom’s frolicsome children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And ah! thy heart, thy Niobe-heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Through grief turn’d to stone!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Within thy head ’tis now night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And through it are flashing the lightnings of frenzy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And thou boastest of sorrow!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O fool, thou fool! thou hectoring fool!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Headstrong art thou as thy forefather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The lofty Titan, who heavenly fire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Stole from the gods and gave unto mortals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And, vulture-tormented, chain’d to the rock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Defied e’en Olympus, defied, groaning loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So that in ocean’s far depths did we hear it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And to him came with a comforting song.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O fool, thou fool! thou hectoring fool!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But thou art more powerless even than he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And thou would’st do well to honour the deities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And patiently bear the burden of sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And patiently bear with it, long, ay, full long,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_258" id="page_258"></a>{258}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Till Atlas himself his patience hath lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the heavy world from his shoulders throws off<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Into eternal night.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus sounded the song of the Oceanides,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauteous compassionate water-nymphs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till still louder billows at last overpower’d it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then went the moon in the rear of the clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And night ’gan to yawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And long I sat in the darkness, with weeping.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_GODS_OF_GREECE" id="THE_GODS_OF_GREECE"></a>6. THE GODS OF GREECE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full-blossoming moon! In thy fair light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like liquid gold, the ocean gleams:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like daylight’s clearness, yet charm’d into twilight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the strand’s wide plain all is lying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the starless clear azure heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hover the snowy clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like colossal figures of deities<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of glittering marble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No, ’tis not so, no clouds can they be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis they themselves, the Gods of old Hellas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who once so joyously ruled o’er the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now, tormented and perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like monster spectres are moving along<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the midnight heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wond’ring and strangely blinded, observed I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The airy pantheon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The solemnly mute and fearfully moving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Figures gigantic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He yonder’s Cronion, the monarch of heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snow-white are the locks of his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Locks so famous for shaking Olympus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He holds in his hand his extinguishèd bolt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in his face lie misfortune and grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet without change his olden pride.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those times indeed were better, O Zeus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When thou didst take pleasure divinely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In youths and in nymphs and in hecatombs!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But even the Gods can reign not for ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The younger press hard on their elders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thou didst once on thy grey-headed father<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_259" id="page_259"></a>{259}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all thy Titan uncles hard press,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jupiter Parricida!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee, too, I recognise, haughty Here!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spite of all thy jealous anxiety,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath another thy sceptre obtain’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou art no longer the queen of the heavens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fixed is now thy beaming eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And powerless lie thy lily-white arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And never more thy vengeance can reach<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The God-impregnated virgin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wonder-working son of the deity.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee, too, I recognise, Pallas Athene!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With shield and wisdom couldest thou not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Avert the destruction of deities?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thee, too, I recognise, thee, Aphrodite!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Erst the golden one! now the silver one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True thou’rt still deck’d with the charms of thy girdle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I secretly tremble at thought of thy beauty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And would I enjoy thy bountiful charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like heroes before me, of fear I should die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To me thou appearest the goddess of corpses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Venus Libitina!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer with love is tow’rd thee looking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yonder, the terrible Ares;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sadly is looking Phœbus Apollo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stripling. His lyre is silent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sounded so joyous at feasts of the Gods.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still sadder appeareth Hephaestus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And truly, the lame one! no longer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fills he the office of Hebe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And busily pours, in the Gods’ congregation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nectar delicious—And long is extinguish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The inextinguishable laughter of deities.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O ye Gods, I never could love you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever distasteful I’ve found the Grecians,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And e’en the Romans I greatly hate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet holy compassion and shuddering pity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stream through my heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I now behold you on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Godheads deserted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dead and night-wandering shadows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Misty and weak, scared by the very wind—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_260" id="page_260"></a>{260}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I bethink me how airy and cowardly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The godheads are, who overcame you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The new, now-ruling, mournful godheads.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mischievous ones in the sheepskin of meekness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then over me steals a glorious resentment,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fain would I break the new-born temples,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fight on your side, ye ancient deities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you, and your good ambrosial rights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And before your lofty altars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The once-more-restored, the sacrifice steaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fain would I kneel down and pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, praying, raise tow’rd you my arms.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For evermore, ye ancient deities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have ye been wont, in the combats of mortals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To join yourselves to the side of the victor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And therefore is man more high-minded than ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in combats of deities deem I it right<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take the part of the vanquish’d deities.<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> - -<span class="i0">Thus did I speak, and visibly redden’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yon pale cloudy figures on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on me they gazed like dying ones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrow-illumined, and suddenly vanish’d.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon, too, hid herself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind the clouds that darkly came over her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High up roarèd the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then triumphantly stood in the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars all-eternal.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="QUESTIONS" id="QUESTIONS"></a>7. QUESTIONS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the sea, by the desert night-cover’d sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Standeth a youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His breast full of sadness, his head full of doubtings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with gloomy lips he asks of the billows:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O answer me life’s hidden riddle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The riddle primeval and painful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Over which many a head has been poring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Heads in hieroglyphical nightcaps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Heads in turbans and swarthy bonnets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Heads in perukes, and a thousand other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Poor and perspiring heads of us mortals—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_261" id="page_261"></a>{261}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tell me what signifies man?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From whence doth he come? And where doth he go?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who dwelleth amongst the golden stars yonder?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The billows are murm’ring their murmur eternal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars are twinkling, all listless and cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a fool is awaiting an answer.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_PHOENIX" id="THE_PHOENIX"></a>8. THE PHŒNIX.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There comes a bird who hath flown from the westward,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He flies tow’rd the east,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tow’rd the eastern garden-home,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the spices so fragrant are growing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And palms are waving and wells are cooling—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, flying, the wondrous bird thus singeth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She loves him, she loves him!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His image she bears in her little bosom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bears it sweetly and secretly hidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor knows it herself!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in her vision, before her he stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She prays, and she weeps, and she kisses his hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And calls on his name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And calling awakes she and lieth all-startled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rubbeth her beauteous eyes in amazement—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She loves him! she loves him!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ECHO" id="ECHO"></a>9. ECHO.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Gainst the mast reclining, and high on the lofty deck<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood I and heard I the song of the bird.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like black-green steeds, with silvery manes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The white and curling billows were springing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like flocks of swans were sailing past us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With glittering sails, the men of Heligoland,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nomads bold of the Baltic.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over my head, in the azure eterne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snowy clouds were fluttering on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While sparkled the sun everlasting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rose of the heavens, the fiery-blooming one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who joyfully mirror’d himself in the ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heaven and ocean and with them my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In echo resounded:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She loves him! She loves him!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_262" id="page_262"></a>{262}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="SEA-SICKNESS" id="SEA-SICKNESS"></a>10. SEA-SICKNESS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dark-grey clouds of the afternoon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deeper are sinking fast over the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which darkly seemeth to rise to meet them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And between them the ship drives on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sea-sick sit I unmoved by the mast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make observations respecting myself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Primeval, ash-grey observations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which Father Lot of old did make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he had drunk too much of the grape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And afterwards found himself amiss.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At times I bethink me of olden stories:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How cross-mark’d pilgrims of olden days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In stormy journeys the comforting image<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Religiously kiss’d of the Holy Virgin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How knights, when sick in such sea-misery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The darling glove of their worshipp’d mistress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Press’d to their lips and then were comforted—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I am sitting, and chew with vexation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An ancient herring, the comforter salty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After hard drinking or indigestion!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All this time the ship is fighting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the furious, heaving flood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now like a rearing battle-steed stands it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On its hinder part, so that the rudder cracks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now it plunges headforward down again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the howling abyss of the waters;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again, as though carelessly love-faint,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinks it to lay itself down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the black breast of the billow gigantic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who mightily onward roars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sudden, a desolate ocean-waterfall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In snowy curlings plunges down headlong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And covers me over with foam.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All this swaying and hov’ring and tossing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is quite unendurable!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vain doth my eye keep watch and seek for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The German coast. But, alas, nought but water!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Evermore water, fast-moving water!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As the winter-wanderer at evening<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Longs for a comforting warm cup of tea,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_263" id="page_263"></a>{263}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So now doth long my heart for thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My German Fatherland!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever may thy sweet soil be cover’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With whims and hussars and horrible verses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lukewarm slender treatises;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever may thy stately zebras<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feed upon roses instead of on thistles;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever may thy noble baboons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In idle adornment trick themselves out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And think themselves better than all the other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lowminded heavy and lumbering cattle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever may thy assemblage of snails<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look on themselves as immortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because they creep so slowly along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And may they daily collect men’s opinions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether the cheesemite belongs to the cheese?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hold for a long time grave consultations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the Egyptian sheep to improve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that their wool may be better in quality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the shepherd may shear them like all other sheep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a distinction—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For evermore may folly and wrong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cover thee, Germany, utterly!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still am I yearning for thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For thou art <i>terra firma</i> at least!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="IN_HARBOUR" id="IN_HARBOUR"></a>11. IN HARBOUR.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Happy the man who arrives safe in harbour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And behind him hath left the ocean and tempests,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now so warmly and quietly sits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the townhall-cellar of Bremen!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how the world is truly and lovingly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the bumper fully depicted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how the heaving microcosm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sunnily flows to the thirsty heart!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All I discern in the glass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Olden and new traditions of nations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turks and Greeks, and Hegel and Gans,<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Citron forests and watch-parades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Berlin and Schilda and Tunis and Hamburg,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_264" id="page_264"></a>{264}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But most of all the form of my loved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That angel-head on the Rhenish wine’s gold ground.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, how fair, how fair art thou, loved one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art a very rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not like the rose of fair Schiras,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nightingale’s bride, of whom Hafis once sang;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not like the rose of Sharon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sacred and red one, the prophet-honour’d one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thou’rt like the rose in the cellar at Bremen!<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is the rose of all roses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The older she grows, the fairer she blossoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her heavenly fragrance hath gladden’d my bosom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath served to inspire me, served to enchant me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And did the head of the cellar of Bremen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not hold me fast, yes fast by my hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I surely had tumbled!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The worthy man! we sat together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drank like brethren,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We spoke of lofty mysterious things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We sigh’d and sank in the arms of each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he did convert me to love’s religion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I drank to the health of my bitterest enemies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every wretched poet I pardoned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I myself for pardon would hope;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wept with devotion, and lastly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The doors of the place were unto me open’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the twelve apostles, the sacred tuns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silently preach, though understood plainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By every nation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True men indeed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In wooden coats, from without all-invisible,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inwardly are they more radiant and fairer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than all the haughty priests of the temple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Herod’s satellites cringing and courtiers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All glitt’ring in gold and clothèd in purple;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever my wont is to say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not amongst the mere common people,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_265" id="page_265"></a>{265}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, in the best and politest society,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Constantly lived the monarch of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hallelujah! How sweetly wave round me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The palm-trees of Bethel!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How fragrant the myrrh is of Hebron!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How Jordan is roaring, and reeling with rapture,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While my immortal soul also is reeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I reel with it, and whilst thus reeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m brought up the stairs and into the daylight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the worthy head of the cellar of Bremen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou worthy head of the cellar of Bremen!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See where sit on the roofs of the houses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The angels, all well-drunken and singing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glowing sun high up in the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is nought but the red and drunken nose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which the World-Spirit sticks out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And round the World-Spirit’s red nose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whirleth the whole of the drunken world.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>12. EPILOGUE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As on the plain shoot up the wheatstalks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So do the thoughts in the spirit of man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grow up and waver;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the gentle thoughts of the poet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are as the red and blue-colour’d flowers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merrily blooming between them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Red and blue-colour’d flowers!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The surly reaper rejects you as useless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wooden flails all-scornfully thresh you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even the needy traveller,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom your sight rejoices and quickens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shaketh his head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And calleth you pretty weeds;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the rustic virgin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The twiner of garlands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doth honour and pluck you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with you decketh her beauteous locks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus adorn’d, makes haste to the dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where pipes and fiddles sweetly are sounding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or to the silent beech-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the voice of the loved one still sweeter doth sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than pipes or than fiddles.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_266" id="page_266"></a>{266}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MONOLOGUE" id="MONOLOGUE"></a>MONOLOGUE.<br /><br /> -(From Book “Le Grand.”)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In olden legends, golden castles stood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where harps were sounding, beauteous maidens danced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spruce attendants flash’d, and jessamine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rose and myrtle shed their fragrance round—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet one single word of disenchantment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made all this splendour in a moment vanish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nought remain’d behind but olden ruins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And croaking birds of night and drear morass.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So have I, too, with but one single word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Nature’s blooming glories disenchanted.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There lies she now, as lifeless, cold, and pale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As some bedizen’d regal corpse might be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose cheekbones have been colour’d red by art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in whose hand a sceptre hath been placed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lips however wither’d look and yellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they forgot to dye them red as well;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mice are springing o’er his regal nose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ridicule the pond’rous golden sceptre.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_267" id="page_267"></a>{267}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="ATTA_TROLL" id="ATTA_TROLL"></a>ATTA TROLL,<br /><br /> -A SUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM.</h2> - -<h3>CAPUT I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hemm’d close in by gloomy mountains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proudly o’er each other rising,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lull’d to sleep by wildly-dashing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cataracts, like some fair vision,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the valley lies the charming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cauterets. Its snow-white houses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All have balconies; upon them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand fair ladies, laughing loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laughing loudly, downward look they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the chequer’d noisy market,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where there dance a male and female<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear, to sound of bagpipe-music.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll and his dear wife ’tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Her they call the swarthy Mumma),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who are dancing, and with wonder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Biscayans are rejoicing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stately, and with solemn grandeur,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dances noble Atta Troll;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet his shaggy partner’s wanting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both in dignity and manners.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, I have a shrewd suspicion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she is too much accustom’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the vulgar shameless dances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the Grand’-Chaumière at Paris.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">E’en the excellent bear-leader,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who with chain conducts the couple<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems the immorality<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her dance to notice plainly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_268" id="page_268"></a>{268}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he oft bestows upon her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his whip fast-falling lashes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the swarthy Mumma howls then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And awakes the mountain echoes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This bear-leader six Madonnas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wears upon his pointed hat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To protect his head from bullets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or from lice perchance it may be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O’er his shoulder there is hanging,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many-hued, an altar covering,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doing office as a mantle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knife and pistol lurk beneath it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He had been a monk when younger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then became a robber-captain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, to join the two vocations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took the service of Don Carlos.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Don Carlos had to scamper<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the knights of his round table,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his paladins were driven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pursue some honest calling,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Thus Schnapphahnski turn’d an author)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then our knight became bear-leader,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And across the country travell’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leading Atta Troll and Mumma.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in sight of all the people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the market, they must dance now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll must in the market<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this city dance in fetters!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Atta, Troll, who once was dwelling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a haughty desert-monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the airy mountain, dances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a valley to the rabble!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And for filthy lucre merely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must dance, who formerly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the majesty of terror<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Felt himself so high exalted!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When his younger days recalls he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lost lordship of the forest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then growl forth despairing noises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the soul of Atta Troll.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_269" id="page_269"></a>{269}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gloomy looks he, like a swarthy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moorish prince of Freiligrath;<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the latter drums but badly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So with rage he badly dances.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But instead of pity, wakes he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only laughter. Even Juliet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the balcony laughs downward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At his leaps of desperation.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Juliet has not in her bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any feelings; French by nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Outwardly she lives; her outside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is delightful and enchanting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her sweet looks compose a blissful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Net of rays, within whose meshes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is our heart fast held in prison,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a fish, and gently struggles.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That a swarthy Freiligrathian<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moorish prince with anxious longing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the big drum’s skin should rattle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till with violence ’tis broken,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is a very drum-affecting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a drumskin-breaking matter—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But just fancy the confusion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a bear has burst his fetters!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Both the music and the laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Straight are hush’d; with screams of terror<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rush the people from the market,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale as death turn all the ladies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, from out his slavish fetters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll has freed himself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suddenly, and springing wildly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the narrow streets he hastens—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Each one civilly makes way),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up the rocks he nimbly clambers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then looks down, as if in scorn,—then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vanishes within the mountains.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_270" id="page_270"></a>{270}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the empty market stand now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swarthy Mumma, and bear-leader<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All alone. In angry fury<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the ground his hat he flingeth,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Trampling on it,—the Madonnas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trampling also, tears the covering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his ugly naked body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swears at such ingratitude,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such black bear’s ingratitude!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he constantly had treated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll in friendly fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And instructed him in dancing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All he had to him was owing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en his very life. In vain they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Offer’d him a hundred dollars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the skin of Atta Troll!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then upon the poor black Mumma,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, a form of silent sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her hinder paws imploring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood before the much enraged one,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fell the much enraged one’s fury<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With redoubled strength. He beats her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calls her even Queen Christina,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madame Muñoz and Putana.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All this happen’d in a beauteous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sultry summer afternoon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the night which then succeeded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To that day was quite superb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Almost half that night consumed I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the house’s balcony;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Juliet was beside me standing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gazing on the stars above us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sighing said she: “Ah, in Paris<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fairest are the stars of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When they on a winter evening<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the street mud are reflected!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Summer-night’s dream! All-fantastic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aimless is my song. Yes, aimless<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As our love and as our living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Creator and creation!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_271" id="page_271"></a>{271}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His own will alone obeying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Galloping along or flying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Revels in the realms of fable<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My belovèd Pegasus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He’s no serviceable, virtuous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carthorse of the citizens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor a battle-steed of party,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pathetic neighs and stamping!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Golden-mounted are the hoofs all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my white and wingèd charger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cords of pearls the guiding reins are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at will I let him wander.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bear me whereso’er thou wouldest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over steep and merry hill-paths,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where cascades with mournful shrieking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warn ’gainst madness’s abysses!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bear me on through silent valleys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the solemn oaks are standing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While primeval sweet traditions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From their knotted roots have birth!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let me drink there, while I moisten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My dim eyes,—ah, now I languish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the sparkling wondrous water<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That imparts both sight and knowledge!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All my blindness goes! my gaze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pierces to the deepest rock-cleft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the cave of Atta Troll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I understand his language!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strange ’tis how familiar to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This bear-language now appeareth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my dear home have I never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard those sounds in earlier days?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT IV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ronceval, thou noble valley!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whensoe’er I hear thy name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That blue flower so long departed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er my bosom sheds its fragrance!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the glitt’ring dream-world rises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which for thousand years had faded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the mighty spirit-eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaze upon me, till I’m awe-struck!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_272" id="page_272"></a>{272}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rattling sounds awake. There struggle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saracen and Frankish knight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though bleeding and despairing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ring Orlando’s bugle-notes<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the vale of Ronceval,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard beside Orlando’s gap—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Christen’d thus, because the hero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeking how to force a passage,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With his trusty sword Duranda<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Struck with such death-dealing fury<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the wall of rock, that plainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this day are seen its traces—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There within a gloomy hollow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close surrounded by a thicket<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of wild fir-trees, safely hidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies the cave of Atta Troll.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the bosom of his fam’ly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rests he after all the hardships<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his flight and the distresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his public show and travels.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet the meeting! all his young ones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Found he in that happy cavern<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where with Mumma he begot them,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four his sons, and daughters two.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well-lick’d maidens were the latter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair their hair, like parsons’ daughters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brown the youths, the youngest only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the single ear is black.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now this youngest was the darling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his mother, who when playing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happen’d once to bite his ear off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for very love she ate it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He’s a very genial stripling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At gymnastics very clever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he turns a somersault<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the posture-master Massmann.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sprig of autochthonic humour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He his mother-tongue loves only,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And has never learnt the jargon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Grecian and the Roman.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_273" id="page_273"></a>{273}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fresh and free and good and merry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soap he holds in detestation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Luxury of modern washing,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the posture-master Massmann.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But our young friend is most genial<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where upon the tree he clambers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which along the steepest rock-side<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the deep abyss upriseth,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And extendeth to the summit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the family at night-time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gather all around their father,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toying in the evening coolness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the old one loves to tell them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What he in the world has witness’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How he many men and cities<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had beheld, and greatly suffer’d,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like Laertes’ noble offspring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in one thing still unlike him,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Namely, that his wife went with him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His dear black Penelope.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll then also tells them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the wondrous approbation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he, by his skill in dancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had acquired in ev’ry quarter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He assured them young and old<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had exultingly admired him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he danced upon the market<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the sweet notes of the bagpipe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In particular the ladies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those dear connoisseurs of all things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had with vehemence applauded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had ogled him with favour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O the vanity of Artists!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our old dancing bear with simpers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calls to mind the time when late he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the public show’d his talent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Overcome by self laudation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would fain by act exhibit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he’s no mere boaster only,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a really first-rate dancer.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_274" id="page_274"></a>{274}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the ground then sudden springs he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his hinder paws upstanding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, as formerly, he dances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gavotte, his favourite dance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mute, with muzzles gaping open,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The young bears look on with wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While their father in the moonlight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Capers here and there thus strangely.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT V.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the cavern, by his young ones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sick at heart, upon his back lies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll, while thoughtful sucks he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At his paws, and sucks, and growls:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Mumma, Mumma, swarthy jewel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whom I out of life’s wide ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Once did fish, in life’s wide ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Once again I now have lost thee!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Shall I ne’er again behold thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Or beyond the grave p’rhaps only,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where, set free from earthly trammels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thy dear soul is glorified?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Would that I, alas! could once more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Lick thy well-belovèd muzzle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My dear Mumma, which so sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Stroked me over, as with honey!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Would that I again could snuffle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That sweet smell, thy own peculiar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O my dear and swarthy Mumma,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Charming as the scent of roses!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But, alas! my Mumma’s pining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the fetters of those rascals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who, the name of men adopting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Deem themselves creation’s masters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Death and hell! These men unworthy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Aristocracy’s arch-emblems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Look down on the an’mal kingdom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Proudly and disdainfully.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_275" id="page_275"></a>{275}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Take away our wives and children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fetter us, ill-treat us, even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Kill us, for the sake of selling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Our poor hide and our poor carcass!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And they think themselves permitted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wicked deeds like this to practise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Gainst us bears especially,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the rights of man they call it!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Rights of man indeed! Fine rights these.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tell me who bestow’d them on you?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Nature certainly ne’er did so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For she’s not unnatural!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Rights of man indeed! Who gave you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This great privilege, I wonder?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Reason certainly ne’er did so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For she’s not unreasonable!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Men, pray are ye any better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than we others, just for eating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All your dinners boil’d or roasted?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In a raw state we eat ours,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet is the result the same<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To us both.—No, food can never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Make one noble; he is noble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who both nobly feels and acteth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Men, pray are ye any better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just because the arts and science<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With success ye follow? We now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Never give ourselves the trouble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Are there not such things as learnèd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dogs, and horses too, who reckon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just like councillors of Commerce?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Do not hares the drum play finely?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Are not many beavers adepts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the art of hydrostatics?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Were not clysters first invented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By the cleverness of storks?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Write not asses criticisms?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Are not apes all good comedians?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is there any greater mimic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than Batavia, long tail’d monkey?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_276" id="page_276"></a>{276}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Are not nightingales good singers?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And is Freiligrath no poet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who can sing of lions better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than his countryman the Camel?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I myself the art of dancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Have advanced as much as Raumer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That of writing. Writes he better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than I dance,—yes, I the bear?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Men, why are ye any better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than we others? Upright hold ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“It is true, your heads, but in them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Low-born thoughts are ever creeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Men, pray are ye any better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than are we, because your skin is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Smooth and glist’ning? This advantage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ye but share with every serpent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Human race, two leggèd serpents!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Well I see the reason why ye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Breeches wear; with foreign wool ye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hide your serpent-nakedness!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Children, guard yourselves against these<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hairless and misshapen creatures!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My dear daughters, never marry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Any monster that wears breeches!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">More than this I’ll not report now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the bear in his wild mania<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For equality, kept reasoning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All about the human race.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For, to say the truth, I also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am a man, and never will I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell again such foolish libels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which are, after all, offensive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, I am a man, and better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the other sucking creatures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the interests of the race<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er will I renounce promoting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the fight with other creatures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faithfully I’ll ever struggle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For humanity,—the holy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rights of man that he is born to.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_277" id="page_277"></a>{277}</span></p> - -<h3>CAPUT VI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet perchance ’tis beneficial<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For us men, who form the higher<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kind of livestock, to discover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they reason down below us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, below us, in the gloomy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mournful spheres of fellowship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the beasts’ inferior strata,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brood resentment, misery, pride.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That which natural hist’ry ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Equally with common custom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has for centuries admitted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is denied with impious muzzle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That false doctrine by the aged<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the young ones’ ears is grumbled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which assails both cultivation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And humanity on earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Children!” Atta Troll thus growl’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he hither roll’d and thither<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his carpet-wanting couch:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Unto us belongs the Future!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If each bear but thought as I do,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If all beasts but thought so too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With united forces would we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Take up arms against the tyrants.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then the bear would form alliance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With the horse, the elephant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Twine his trunk in loving fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Round the valiant ox’s horn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Bear and wolf of every colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Goat and monkey, e’en the hare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For a time would work in common,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And our triumph would be certain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Union, union is the’ essential<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Requisite; alone, we’re conquer’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Easily, but join’d together<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We would overreach the tyrants.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Union! union! and we’ll triumph,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And Monopoly’s vile sway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Be o’erthrown, and we’ll establish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A just kingdom for us beasts,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_278" id="page_278"></a>{278}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Full equality for all, then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of God’s creatures, irrespective<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of their faith, or skin, or odour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Be its fundamental maxim!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Strict equality! Each donkey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Be entitled to high office;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On the other hand, the lion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Carry to the mill the sack.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“As respects the dog, indeed he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is a very servile rascal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Since for centuries has man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like a dog ne’er ceased to treat him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet in our free state we’ll give him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Once again his olden rights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His prescriptive birthright, and he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Soon again will be ennobled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, the Jews shall then enjoy too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All the rights of citizens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And by law be made the equals<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of all other sucking creatures.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Only dancing in the market<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For the Jew shall not be lawful;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This amendment I insist on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the interest of my art.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For a sense of style, of rigid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Plastic art in motion’s wanting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To that race, who really ruin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What there is of public taste.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT VII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gloomy, in his gloomy cavern,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Squats, in his belov’d home-circle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll, the misanthrope,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he shows his teeth, and growls thus:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Men, the pert and vulgar fellows!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Smile away! From all your smiling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And from your offensive yoke too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Shall the coming day release us!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_279" id="page_279"></a>{279}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am always most offended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By that sour-sweet kind of quiv’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Round the mouth,—these smiles of man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Find I really past all bearing!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“When I in his pallid visage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“See display’d that fatal quiv’ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All my entrails in my body<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Turn right round with indignation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“More impertinently even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than by words, a man lays open<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By his smile the deepest hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Insolence of his vile spirit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They are always smiling! Even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When by decency is needed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Real solemnity of feature,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“E’en in love’s most solemn moment!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They are always smiling! Even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When they’re dancing. In this manner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They degrade this noble science,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which should be a kind of worship.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, the dance throughout all ages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Was a pious act of faith;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Solemnly around the altar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Turn’d the priests in mystic circle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thus in olden time King David<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Danced before the ark of cov’nant;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dancing was an act of worship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Was a prayer upon the legs!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I have ever understood thus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dancing, when upon the market<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the people I was dancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who with their applause repaid me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This applause, I must confess it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Often made me feel quite happy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For extorting admiration<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From one’s foes is very sweet!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But in their enthusiasm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Still they smile. The art of dancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Powerless is to make them better,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And they frivolous remain.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_280" id="page_280"></a>{280}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT VIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many a very virtuous burgher<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smells but badly, whilst the servants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a king with ambergris<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or else lavender are scented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Virgin spirits may be met with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which of green soap bear the odour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst the criminal with rose-oil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May have wash’d himself demurely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Do not therefore turn your nose up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gentle reader, if the cave of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll may not remind you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Arabia’s sweetest spices.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tarry in that reeking circle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mid those miserable stenches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where to his young son the hero<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As from out a cloud thus speaks:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Child, my child, thou youngest offspring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of my loins, now place thy one ear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Close beside thy father’s muzzle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And suck in my solemn words!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Guard against man’s ways of thinking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They destroy both soul and body;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Mongst all men there’s no such thing as<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Any ordinary man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“E’en the Germans, once so noble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“E’en the very sons of Tuisco,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Our own primitive relations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They too have degenerated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They’ve become now faithless, godless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Even preaching atheism—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Child, my child, be on thy guard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Gainst both Feuerbach and Bauer!<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Never be an Atheist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Monster void of all respect for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The Creator—a Creator<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Twas who made this universe!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_281" id="page_281"></a>{281}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“High above us, sun and moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the stars too (both the tail-less<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And all those with tails provided)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Are reflections of His power.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Down below us, land and sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Are the echo of His glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And each living creature praises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Evermore His excellencies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“E’en the smallest silver-louse that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the aged pilgrim’s beard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In life’s pilgrimage is sharer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sings the great Eternal’s praises!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In yon starry bright pavilion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On the golden seat of power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“World-directing and majestic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sits a mighty polar bear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Free from spot and snow-white glitt’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is his skin; his head is cover’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With a crown of diamonds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which illumines all the heavens.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In his face is harmony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the silent deeds of thinking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If he signs but with his sceptre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All the spheres resound with singing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At his feet bear-saints are sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Piously, who meekly suffer’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“While on earth, and in their paws they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hold the palms of martyrdom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ofttimes one amongst them rises,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then another,—by the Spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Seeming mov’d, and straightway dance they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their most solemn sacred dance—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Sacred dance, where mercy’s radiance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Renders talent quite superfluous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the soul for very rapture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From the skin attempts to leap!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O shall I, unworthy Troll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“E’er partake this great salvation?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And from earth’s debasing sorrows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the realms of bliss soar upwards?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_282" id="page_282"></a>{282}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O shall I, all-drunk with heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the stars’ pavilion yonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With the palm and with the glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dance before the Master’s throne?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT IX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like the tongue as red as scarlet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which a swarthy Freiligrathian<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moorish prince with scornful fury<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his sullen mouth protruded,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So the moon from out the gloomy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clouds of heaven advanced. Afar off<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cataracts are roaring, sleepless<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And morosely through the night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll upon the summit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his fav’rite rock stands lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lonely, and to the abyss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Downward howls he in the nightwind:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, I am a bear, I am so,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Him ye christen shaggy bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Growler, Isegrim, and Bruin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And heav’n knows how many others.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, I am a bear, I am so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The uncouth and boorish creature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m the awkward dromedary<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of your scorn and cruel laughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m the butt of all your wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m the bugbear, with whose terrors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ye at night your children frighten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Human children, when they’re naughty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m the joke of all your idle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Nurs’ry stories, well I know it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I now proclaim it loudly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To man’s paltry world below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hear it, hear; a bear am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My descent I’m not ashamed of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But am proud of it, as though I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sprang from Moses Mendelssohn!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_283" id="page_283"></a>{283}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT X.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Two dark figures, wild and surly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upon their all-fours gliding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Force their way across the gloomy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grove of firs at midnight’s hour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This is Atta Troll, the father,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his son, young master one-ear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the wood grows somewhat lighter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the stone of blood they halted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This old stone”—growl’d Atta Troll,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is the altar where the Druids<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the days of superstition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Human sacrifices offer’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O their cruelty accursèd!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All the hair upon my back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Bristles when I think upon it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Blood was pour’d out to God’s honour!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now these men are more enlighten’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And no longer kill each other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Merely in excessive zeal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For the interests of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis no longer pious fancies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Madness, nor enthusiasm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But mere vanity and self-love<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Makes them now commit their murders.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“On the good things of the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Eagerly they’re ever seizing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis an endless round of fighting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For himself each person stealeth!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes! the heritage of all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is the individual’s booty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the rights, then, of possession<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Speaks he, thinking of his own!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Of his own! Possession’s rights too!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O, the cruel theft, the lying!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“None but man could have invented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Such commingled fraud and madness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Private property was never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Made by Nature; pocketless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With no pockets in our skins, we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ev’ry one the world first entered.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_284" id="page_284"></a>{284}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Not a single one amongst us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At his birth had such a pocket<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In his body’s outer skin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where he might conceal his robb’ries.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Man alone, that smooth-skinn’d being,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who with foreign wool so nicely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Clothes himself, had e’er the sharpness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To provide himself with pockets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Pockets! They’re as much ’gainst nature<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As is private property,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As possession’s rights themselves are—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Men in fact are but pickpockets!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Fiercely hate I them! My hatred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Unto thee, my son, bequeath I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Here upon this altar shalt thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Swear to man undying hatred!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Be implacably the death-foe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of those wicked vile oppressors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the very end of life,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Swear it, swear it here, my son!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the youngster swore, as once did<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hannibal. The moon, all yellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the stone of blood look’d wildly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the pair of misanthropes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By-and-by we’ll tell the story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the young bear ever faithful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his oath remain’d. Our lyre shall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In another Epic praise him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As respects friend Atta Troll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will leave him for the present,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presently to come across him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the surer, with a bullet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All thy stealthy machinations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Traitor ’gainst man’s majesty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now at length are terminated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy hour will sound to-morrow!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like some drowsy bayaderes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look the mountains, standing shiv’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their snowy shirts of clouds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flutt’ring in the breeze of morning.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_285" id="page_285"></a>{285}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet they soon become enliven’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the sun-god stripping from them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the veil that’s hanging o’er them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lighting up their naked beauty!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Early in the morn I started<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Lascaro on our journey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bound to hunt the bear. At noonday<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We arrived at Pont d’Espagne.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So they call the bridge which leadeth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of France and into Spain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the land of west barbarians,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who’re a thousand years behind us,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, a thousand years behind us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all modern civ’lisation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My barbarians to the eastward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a hundred years behind are.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Slowly, almost trembling, left I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">France’s sacred territory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blessèd fatherland of freedom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the women that I love!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the middle of the bridge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A poor Spaniard sat. Deep mis’ry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lurk’d behind his tatter’d mantle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Misery in his eyes was lurking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An old crazy mandoline<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his wither’d fingers pinch’d he;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shrill the discord which re-echoed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the rocks, as in derision.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oftentimes his figure bent he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Downward tow’rd the’ abyss with laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tinkling harder then than ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the following words he sang:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the middle of my bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Stands a little golden table;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Round the little golden table<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Stand four little golden chairs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“On the golden chairs are sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Little ladies, golden arrows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In their hair,—at cards they’re playing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But ’tis only Clara wins.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_286" id="page_286"></a>{286}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“As she wins, she laughs with slyness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ah! within my bosom, Clara,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou’lt be ev’ry time a winner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For thou holdest nought but trumps.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wand’ring onward, to myself I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spoke: “<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis singular that madness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sits and sings upon yon bridge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That from France to Spain leads over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Is this madman but the emblem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the interchange ’mongst nations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of their thoughts? or his own country’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wild and crazy title-page?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We arrived not until evening<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the wretched small posada,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where an olla-podrida<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a dirty dish was smoking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There I swallow’d some garbanzos,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavy, large as musket-bullets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indigestible to Germans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though to dumplings they’re accustom’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fit companion to the cooking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the bed. With insects pepper’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It appear’d. The bugs, alas! are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far the greatest foes of man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fiercer than the wrath of thousand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Elephants, I find the hatred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of one tiny little bug,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When across my bed it crawleth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One must let them bite in quiet,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is bad enough,—still more ’tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If one crushes them. The stink then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeps one all night long in torment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, the fiercest earthly trouble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the fight with noxious vermin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who a stench employ as weapons,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a duel with a bug!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How they rave, the race of poets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en the tame ones, singing ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And exclaiming: “Nature’s surely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The Creator’s mighty temple—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_287" id="page_287"></a>{287}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Is a temple all whose glories<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To our Maker’s fame bear witness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sun and moon and stars all hanging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In its cupola as lamps.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well and good, my worthy people!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet confess that in this temple<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the stairs uncomfortable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bad and inconvenient stairs!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All this up-and-down-stairs going,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mountain-climbing and this jumping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over rocks is very tiring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the legs as well as spirit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Close beside me walk’d Lascaro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale and lanky, like a taper;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never spoke he, never laugh’d he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, the dead son of the sorc’ress.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, ’tis said that he’s a dead man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dead long since, but yet his mother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Uraca’s magic science<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kept him living in appearance.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That accursèd temple-staircase!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It exceeds my comprehension<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How my neck escaped from breaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stumbling o’er a precipice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the cataracts were shrieking!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the tempest flogg’d the fir-trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till they howl’d! The clouds began too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crashing suddenly—bad weather!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In a little fishing cottage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the Lac-de-Gobe soon found we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shelter and some trout for luncheon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most delicious were the latter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In an arm-chair was reclining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ill and grey, the ferryman;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On him his two pretty nieces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a pair of angels, waited.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stoutish angels, rather Flemish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeming from a frame descended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a Rubens; gold their tresses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of health their eyes, and liquid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_288" id="page_288"></a>{288}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their vermilion cheeks were dimpled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a secret slyness in them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strong their limbs were, and voluptuous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giving pleasure to the fancy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dear, affectionate young creatures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeping up a sweet discussion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to which drink would be relish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most of all by their sick uncle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If the one the cup should bring him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of well-boil’d linden blossoms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the other hastes to feed him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With an elder-flow’r decoction.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll not drink of either of them,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Cried impatiently the old man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fetch some wine, that I may offer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To my guests some better drink!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whether it was wine they gave me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the Lac-de-Gobe, I really<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cannot say. Methinks in Brunswick<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the name of Mum they’d call it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of the very best black goat-skin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the wine-skin, stinking foully;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet the old man drank with pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he seem’d quite well and joyous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He recounted the achievements<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the smugglers and banditti<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merrily and freely living<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Pyrenean forests.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many old traditions also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well he knew: amongst the others<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were the battles of the giants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the bears in times primeval.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, the bears then and the giants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Struggled fiercely for the mast’ry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of these mountains and these valleys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere by man they were discover’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when man arrived, the giants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fled away from out the country<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stupified, for little brains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are contain’d in heads gigantic.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_289" id="page_289"></a>{289}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ’tis said the silly fellows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On arriving at the ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And observing how the heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In its azure depths were mirror’d,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cleverly supposed the ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be heaven, and plunged down in it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of godlike confidence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were drown’d, the whole together<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As respects the bears, however,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are gradually being<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kill’d by man, their numbers yearly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the mountain still decreasing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thus on earth” exclaim’d the old man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“One gives place unto another,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And when men are put an end to,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then the dwarfs will be the masters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, the clever little people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who the mountain’s womb inhabit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Mongst the golden mines of riches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Digging and collecting nimbly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“How they from their hiding-places<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With their small sly heads keep peeping!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oft I’ve seen them in the moonlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And then trembled at the future;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At the power their gold will give them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ah, I fear lest our descendants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fly for refuge, like the stupid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Giants, to the watery heaven!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the black and rocky caldron<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rest the waters deep of ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stars, all pale and melancholy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peep from heaven. Night reigns, and silence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Night and silence. Oars are moving.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a splashing wondrous secret<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Floats the bark. The old man’s nieces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play the part of ferrymen,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_290" id="page_290"></a>{290}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Joyously and nimbly rowing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ofttimes glisten in the darkness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their stout naked arms, illumined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the stars,—their great blue eyes, too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By my side Lascaro sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is as pale and mute as usual,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fearful thought shoots through me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is he but a very corpse then?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I myself,—am I dead also,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And embarking on my journey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my ghostly comrades by me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the chilly realm of shadows?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And this lake, can it be Styx’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gloomy flood? Has Proserpina,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In default of Charon’s presence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent her waiting-maids to fetch me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No! I am not yet departed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And extinguish’d; in my spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the living flame of life still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glowing, blazing and exulting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And these maidens, gaily pulling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At their oars, and o’er me splashing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the water dripping from them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of merriment and laughter,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These two fresh and sprightly damsels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are most certainly not ghostly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chambermaids in hell residing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waiting-maids of Proserpina!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That I might be fully certain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of their upper-worldliness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by practical experience<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ascertain my own existence,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hastily my lips applied I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To their rosy cheeks’ soft dimples,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then framed this syllogism:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, I kiss, and so I’m living!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When we reach’d the shore, again I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kiss’d the pair of kindly maidens;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this coin, and no other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would they take the passage-money.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_291" id="page_291"></a>{291}</span></p> - -<h3>CAPUT XIV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Violet-colour’d mountain summits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smile from out the sunny gold-ground;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the slope a village clingeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeming like a daring bird’s nest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I climb’d up to it, found I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the old ones all had flown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that none were now remaining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save the young, who could not fly yet;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pretty boys, and little maidens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Almost hidden in their scarlet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or white woollen caps, whilst playing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At a marriage, in the market.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still they play’d regardless of me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I saw how the enamour’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mouse-prince knelt pathetically<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the fair cat-emperor’s daughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor young prince! Alas! he’s married<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the beauty. She morosely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrangles, bites him, and then eats him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he’s dead, the game is over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Almost all the day I linger’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the children, and we chatted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like old friends. They fain would ask me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who I was, and what my business.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Dear young friends, my native country<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is call’d Germany,” I told them:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Bears are found there in abundance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And my business is bear-hunting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There I’ve torn the skin from many<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of their bearish ears, and sometimes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Found myself full sorely handled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By the paws of Master Bruin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet with ill-lick’d doltards daily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I was forced to keep on wrangling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In my own dear home, and found it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Get at length beyond all bearing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And accordingly here came I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Some more noble prey desiring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I fain would try my forces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Gainst the mighty Atta Troll.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_292" id="page_292"></a>{292}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He’s a noble adversary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Worthy of me. Ah! I often<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Have in Germany been victor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When my victory ashamed me.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I took my leave, around me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Danced the pretty little beings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a rondo, whilst thus sang they:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Girofflino, Girofflette!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full of charming impudence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stepp’d at last the youngest tow’rds me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bowing lowly twice, thrice, four times,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While with pleasing voice thus sang she:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“When the king I chance to meet with,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then I make him two low curtsies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When the queen I chance to meet with,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then I make her curtsies three.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But whene’er the devil happens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With his horns to come across me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then I curtsey twice, thrice, four times—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Girofflino, Girofflette!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Girofflino, Girofflette!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sang the chorus, and with bant’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round my legs kept gaily whirling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their circling dance and sing-song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst descending to the valley<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sweet echo still pursued me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Evermore, like birds’ soft chirping:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Girofflino, Girofflette!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rocky blocks, of size gigantic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All-misshapen and distorted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaze upon me like fierce monsters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn’d to stone, from times primeval.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strange the sight! Grey clouds are hov’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High above me, like their double;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’re the pallid counterfeit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of those wild and stony figures.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_293" id="page_293"></a>{293}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the distance roars the streamlet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wind howls through the fir-trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis a noise inexorable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as wretched as despair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Solitude most terrible!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Troops of jackdaws black are sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the batter’d crumbling fir-trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fluttering with their lame wings strangely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Close beside me goes Lascaro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale and silent,—I myself, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looking like incarnate madness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With grim death as my companion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wild and wretched is the country;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies it ’neath a curse? Methinks I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the roots of yonder stunted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tree can marks of blood discover.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It o’ershadoweth a cottage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is modestly half-hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the earth; with meek entreaty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems its thatch to gaze upon thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They who this poor cot inhabit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are <i>Cagots</i>,<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> surviving relics<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a race that deep in darkness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lives a sad despised existence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the hearts of the Biscayans<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still is rooted fast the loathing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Cagots, dark heritage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From dark days of superstition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Bagnères cathedral even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a narrow grated entrance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This, the sacristan inform’d me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the door Cagots went in at.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once to them all other ingress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the church was interdicted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by stealth they had to enter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In God’s holy house, like felons.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There, upon a lowly footstool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat the poor Cagots, and pray’d there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All alone,—as though infected,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sever’d from the congregation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_294" id="page_294"></a>{294}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the consecrated tapers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this century flare brightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their lustre scares the evil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shadows of the middle ages!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So outside remained Lascaro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst I the Cagot’s poor cottage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enter’d, and my hand extended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kindly to my suff’ring brother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I also kiss’d his infant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, close-clinging to the bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his wife, suck’d greedily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looking like a sickly spider.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XVI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thou see’st yon mountain summits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a distance, they are gleaming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though deck’d with gold and purple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud and princely in the sunlight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when close at hand, this splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vanishes, and, as in other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earthly loveliness and glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis the play of lights deceived thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What to thee seem’d gold and purple<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is, alas! but common snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Common snow, which, pale and wretched,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lives a weary life and lonely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just above me heard I plainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the hapless snow was crackling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the heartless cold winds telling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the tale of its white sorrows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O, how slowly pass here,” sigh’d it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the desert waste the hours!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O these hours that seem quite endless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like eternities hard frozen!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hapless snow! O had I only,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Stead of on these mountain summits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fallen into yonder valley,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yonder vale, where flow’rs are blooming,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_295" id="page_295"></a>{295}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then should I have softly melted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And become a brook, whilst fairest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Village maidens in my waters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Would have washed their smiling faces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, perchance I should have floated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the ocean, there becoming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Some fair pearl, and so be destin’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To adorn a monarch’s crown!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I heard this pretty language,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said I: “Darling snow, I’m doubtful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whether such a brilliant future<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Would have met thee in the valley.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Comfort take! But few amongst you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Turn to pearls; thou wouldst have fallen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Probably in some small puddle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And become a piece of dirt!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst I in this friendly fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the snow held conversation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came a shot, and from above me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell to earth a tawny vulture.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas a joke of friend Lascaro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sportsman’s joke; and yet his features<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still continued fix’d and solemn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His gun-barrel only smoking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He in silence tore a feather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the bird’s tail, and then stuck it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the top of his peak’d felt-hat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then hasten’d on as usual.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wellnigh ghostly ’twas to see him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As his shadow with the feather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the white snow of the mountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Black and long, was onward moving.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XVII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a street there runs a valley,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Known by name of Spirit-Hollow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rugged cliffs on either side of’t<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rise to giddy elevation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_296" id="page_296"></a>{296}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the widest, steepest slope there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peers Uraca’s daring cottage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a watch-tow’r o’er the valley;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thither follow’d I Lascaro.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With his mother held he counsel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mysterious signal-language,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to how great Atta Troll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might be best allur’d and vanquish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For we had explored his traces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carefully, and he no longer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could escape us. Now are number’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll, thy days on earth!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As to whether old Uraca<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was in truth a mighty witch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of distinction, as the people<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Pyrenees asserted,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll not venture to determine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This much know I, her exterior<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was suspicious, and suspicious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was her red eyes’ constant dripping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Evil was her look, and squinting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the poor cows (’tis reported)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom she look’d on, in their udders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had the milk dried suddenly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is even said that many<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fatted swine and strongest oxen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She had put to death, by merely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stroking with her wither’d hands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She at times for such offences<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was exposed to accusations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the justice. But the latter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a follower of Voltaire,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just a modern, shallow worldling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Void of faith and penetration,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the’ accusers sceptically<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were dismiss’d, wellnigh with insult.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Publicly Uraca follow’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite an honest occupation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Namely, selling mountain-simples<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stuff’d birds to those who sought them.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_297" id="page_297"></a>{297}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full her cottage was of suchlike<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Curiosities, and frightful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the smell of fungi in it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cuckoo-flow’rs and elderberries.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was quite a fine collection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the vulture tribe display’d there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their wings extended fully,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their monstrous beaks projecting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Was’t the strange plants’ smell that mounted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my head and stupified me?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wondrous feelings stole across me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I gazed upon those birds.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They’re perchance enchanted mortals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, by magic art o’erpower’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the wretched stuff’d condition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of poor birds have been converted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fixedly they gaze upon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sadly, yet with much impatience;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Often they appear to throw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tow’rd the witch shy glances also.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the latter, old Uraca,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close beside her son Lascaro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cowers in the chimney corner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melting lead and casting bullets,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bullets that by fate are destined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To destroy poor Atta Troll.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How the flames with hasty motion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quiver o’er the witch’s features!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She incessantly keeps moving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her thin lips, but nothing says she;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mutters she the witches’ blessing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the casting be successful?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oft she chuckles and oft nods she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To her son, but he continues<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earnestly his occupation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as silently as Death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Swelt’ring ’neath my awe-struck feelings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the window went I, seeking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fresh air, and then look’d downward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the valley far below me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_298" id="page_298"></a>{298}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What I saw on that occasion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tween the hours of twelve and one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will faithfully and neatly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell you in the following chapters.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XVIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And it was the time of full moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On St. John the Baptist’s evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the wild hunt’s apparition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rush’d along the Spirit-Hollow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the window of Uraca’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Witchlike hut I excellently<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could observe the spirit-army<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it sped along the valley.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Capital the place I stood in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For observing what was passing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I enjoy’d a full sight of the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grave-arisen dead men’s pastime.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cracking whips, and shouts and halloing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yelping dogs and neighing horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Notes of hunting-horns and laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they joyously re-echoed!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On in front by way of vanguard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ran the wondrous game they hunted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stag and sow, in herds enormous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the pack of hounds behind them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Huntsmen out of every region<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of every age were gather’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard by Nimrod of Assyria,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For example, rode Charles X—.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">High upon their snowy horses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On they rush’d; on foot there follow’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The piqueurs, the leashes holding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the pages with the torches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many in the wild procession<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seem’d to me well-known. The horseman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the golden glist’ning armour,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was he not the great King Arthur?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_299" id="page_299"></a>{299}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Sir Ogier, he of Denmark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wore he not his green and glancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coat of ringèd mail, that gave him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the’ appearance of a frog?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the long train also saw I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many intellectual heroes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There I recognized our Wolfgang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By his eyes’ exceeding lustre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Being damn’d by Hengstenberg,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his grave he cannot slumber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But his earthly love for hunting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the heathen throng continues.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By his mouth’s sweet smile I also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew again the worthy William,<a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom the Puritans had likewise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cursed with bitterness; this sinner<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Needs must join at night that savage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Army, on a black steed mounted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On an ass, and close beside him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rode a man,—and, O good heavens,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By his weary, praying gestures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By his pious snow-white nightcap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By his grief of soul, I straightway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew our old friend, Francis Horn!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just for writing commentaries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the world-child Shakespear, must he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After death, poor fellow, with him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ride amidst the wild hunt’s tumult!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! he now must ride, poor Francis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who to walk was well-nigh frighten’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who ne’er moved, except when praying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or when chatting o’er the tea-tray!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Would not all the aged maidens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long accustomed to caress him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shudder if they came to hear that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Francis was a savage huntsman!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he breaks into a gallop,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great William with derision<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looks on his poor commentator<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who at donkey’s pace goes after,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_300" id="page_300"></a>{300}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Helplessly and wildly clinging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the pommel of his donkey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in death as well as lifetime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Following faithfully his author.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many ladies saw I also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the spirits’ wild procession,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many beauteous nymphs amongst them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their slender, youthful figures.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They astraddle sat their horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mythologically naked;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet their long and curling tresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell low down, like golden mantles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Garlands on their heads they carried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with saucy backward-bending<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Supercilious wanton postures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leafy wands kept ever swinging.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hard beside them saw I certain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Closely-button’d dames on horseback<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On their ladies’ saddles sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their falcons on their fists.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As in parody behind them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On their knackers, lanky ponies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rode a troop of gay bedizen’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Women, looking like comedians.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full of beauty were their features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But perchance a little bold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madly were they shouting with their<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cheeks so full and wanton-painted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How they joyously re-echoed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Notes of hunting-horns and laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yelping dogs and neighing horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cracking whips and shouts and halloing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XIX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, resembling beauty’s trefoil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the midst of the procession<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Figures three I noticed; ne’er I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can forget those lovely women.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_301" id="page_301"></a>{301}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Easily the first one knew I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the crescent on her forehead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a statue pure, all-proudly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Onward rode the mighty goddess.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">High up-turn’d appear’d her tunic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Half her breast and hip disclosing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Torchlight, moonlight both were playing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaily round her snowy members.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">White as marble were her features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cold as marble too; and fearful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the numbness and the paleness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that face, so stern and noble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet within her black eye plainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Terribly but sweetly sparkled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mysterious, glowing fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spirit-dazzling and consuming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, how alter’d was Diana<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, with haughty chastity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a stag once turn’d Acteon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as prey to dogs abandon’d!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Does she expiate this crime now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Join’d to these gallant companions?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a wretched spectral creature<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nightly through the air she travels.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Late, indeed, but all the stronger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She to thoughts of lust awakens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And within her eyes ’tis burning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a very brand of hell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the lost time now laments she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When mankind were far more handsome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by quantity perchance she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now makes up for quality.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Close beside her rode a beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose fair features were not chisell’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such Grecian mould, yet glisten’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the Celtic race’s charms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This one was the fay Abunde,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom I easily distinguish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the sweetness of her smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her mad and hearty laughter!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_302" id="page_302"></a>{302}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hale and rosy were her features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though limn’d by Master Greuze;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heart-shaped was her mouth, and open,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Showing teeth of dazzling whiteness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Night-dress blue and flutt’ring wore she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the wind to lift attempted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even in my brightest visions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never saw I such fair shoulders!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Scarcely could I keep from springing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of window to embrace them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ill should I have fared, however,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my neck should I have broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She, alas! would but have titter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If before her feet, all-bleeding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the deep abyss I tumbled,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! a laugh like this well know I!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the third of those fair women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who so deeply stirr’d thy bosom,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was she but a female devil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the other two first mention’d?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whether devil she or angel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know I not; in case of women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One knows never where the angel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ceases, and the deuce commences.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On her glowing sickly features<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay an oriental charm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her costly robes reminded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Schehezerade’s sweet stories.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Soft her lips, just like pomegranates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her nose a bending lily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her members cool and slender<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the palms in the oasis.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On a snowy palfrey sat she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose gold bridle by two negroes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was conducted, who on foot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the princess’ side were walking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in truth she was a princess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the queen of far Judæa,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the lovely wife of Herod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who the Baptist’s head demanded.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_303" id="page_303"></a>{303}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For this deed of blood she also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was accurs’d, and as a spectre<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the wild hunt must keep riding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even to the day of judgment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In her hands she evermore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bears the charger with the Baptist’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Head upon it, which she kisses,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, the head she kisses wildly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For she once loved John the Baptist;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Bible ’tis not written,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in popular tradition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lives Herodias’ bloody love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Otherwise there’s no explaining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That strange fancy of the lady,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would a woman ever ask for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That man’s head for whom she cared not?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She was somewhat angry, may be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With him,—had him, too, beheaded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when she upon the charger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the much-loved head lie lifeless,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sore she wept, and lost her senses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she died of love’s delirium.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Love’s delirium! Pleonasm!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love must always be delirium!)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every night arising, bears she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I’ve said, the bloody head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her hand as she goes hunting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet with foolish woman’s fancy<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She at times the head hurls from her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the air, with childish laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then catches it again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Very nimbly, like a plaything.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as she was riding by me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On me look’d she, and she nodded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So coquettishly and fondly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That my inmost heart was shaken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three times up and downward moving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The procession pass’d, and three times<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did the lovely apparition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Greet me, as she rode before me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_304" id="page_304"></a>{304}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the train at last had faded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the tumult was extinguish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still that loving salutation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glow’d within my inmost brain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And throughout the livelong night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I my weary limbs kept tossing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the straw (for feather beds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were not in Uraca’s cottage),<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And methought: What meaning was there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that strange, mysterious nodding?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherefore didst thou gaze upon me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With such tenderness, Herodias?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas the sunrise. Golden arrows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shot against the white mist fiercely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which turn’d red, as though sore wounded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in light and glory melted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Finally the victory’s won,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the day, the triumphator,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood, in full and beaming splendour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the summit of the mountain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the birds in noisy chorus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twitter’d in their secret nests,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a smell of herbs arose too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a concert of sweet odours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the earliest dawn of morning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the valley we descended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whilst friend Lascaro follow’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the traces of the bear,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I the time to kill attempted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my thoughts, and yet this thinking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made me at the last quite weary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a little mournful even.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Weary, then, and mournful sank I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the soft moss-bank beside me.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under yonder mighty ash-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the little streamlet flow’d,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_305" id="page_305"></a>{305}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Which, with its mysterious plashing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So mysteriously befool’d me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That all thoughts and power of thinking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From my spirit pass’d away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And a raging yearning seized me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a dream, for death, for madness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For that woman-rider, whom I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the spirit-march had seen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O ye lovely nightly faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scared away by beams of morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, whither have ye fleeted?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me, where ye dwell at daytime?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Under olden temples’ ruins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far away in the Romagna<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(So ’tis said) Diana refuge<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeks by day from Christ’s dominion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only in the midnight darkness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From her hiding place she ventures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rejoices in the chase<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her heathenish companions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the beauteous fay Abunde<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Nazarenes is fearful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And throughout the day she lingers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Safe within her Avalun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This fair island lies deep-hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far off, in the silent ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of romance, that none can reach save<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the fabled horse’s pinions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Never there casts care its anchor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never there appears a steamer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of wonder-seeking blockheads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With tobacco-pipes in mouth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Never reaches there the languid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound of bells, so dull and tedious,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That incessant bim-bom clatter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which the fairies so detest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There, in never-troubled pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in youth eternal blooming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still resides the joyous lady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our blond dame, the fay Abunde.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_306" id="page_306"></a>{306}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laughingly her walks there takes she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under lofty heliotropes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her talking train beside her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">World-departed Paladins.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well, and thou, Herodias, prythee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say where art thou? Ah, I know it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art dead, and liest buried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the town Jerusalem!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stiffly sleeps by day thy body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In its marble coffin prison’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet the cracking whips and halloing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waken thee at midnight’s hour,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the wild array thou followest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Diana and Abunde,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thy merry hunting comrades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hold cross and pain detested.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O what sweet society!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could I hunt with you by night-time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the forests! By thy side<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Always would I ride, Herodias!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For ’tis thee I love the dearest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than yonder Grecian goddess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than yonder Northern fairy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love I thee, thou Jewess dead!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, I love thee! Well I know it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the trembling of my spirit;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love thou me, and be my darling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Herodias, beauteous woman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m the very knight thou wantest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little truly it concerns me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thou’rt dead and damn’d already,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I’m free from prejudices.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My own happiness ’tis only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That concerns me, and at times I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feel inclined to doubt if truly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the living I belong!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take me as thy knight, I pray thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As thy Cavalier servente,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thy mantle will I carry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And e’en all thy whims put up with.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_307" id="page_307"></a>{307}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every night I’ll ride beside thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the army wild careering;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merrily we’ll talk and laugh then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At my frenzied conversation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus the time I’ll shorten for thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the night; but yet by day-time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All our joy will fly, and weeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On that grave I’ll take my seat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, I’ll sit by day-time weeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the regal vault’s sad ruins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the grave of thee, my loved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the town Jerusalem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Aged Jews, who chance to pass me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then will surely think I’m sorrowing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the temple’s desolation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the town Jerusalem.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Argonauts without a ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who on foot the mountain visit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And instead of golden fleeces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aim at nothing but a bear’s skin,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’re, alas! poor devils only,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heroes of a modern fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And no classic poet ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will in song immortalize us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet we notwithstanding suffer’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Serious hardships! O what rain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell upon us on the summit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where no tree or hackney-coach was!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fierce the storm, its bonds were broken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in buckets it descended;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jason surely was at Colchis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never drench’d in such a show’r-bath!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“An umbrella! Gladly would I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Give you six-and-thirty kings<a name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For the loan of one umbrella!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Cried I,—and the water dripp’d still.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_308" id="page_308"></a>{308}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fagg’d to death, and out of temper,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We return’d, like half-drown’d puppies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Late at night, as best we could,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the witch’s lofty cottage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There beside the glowing fire-place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat Uraca, busy combing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her great fat and ugly pug-dog;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quickly she dismiss’d the latter,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To attend to us instead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my bed she soon got ready,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loosening first my espardillas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That uncomfortable foot-gear—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Help’d me to undress, my stockings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pulling off; I found them sticking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my legs, as close and faithful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the friendship of a blockhead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Quick! a dressing-gown! I’d give you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Six-and-thirty kings for only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“One dry dressing-gown!” exclaim’d I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As my wet shirt steam’d upon me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Freezing and with chattering teeth, I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood awhile upon the hearth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the fire then driven senseless<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the straw at length I sank.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I slept not. Blinking look’d I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the witch, who by the chimney<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat, and held the head and shoulders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her son upon her lap,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Helping to undress him. Near her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood upright her ugly pug-dog,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he in his front paw managed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cleverly to hold a pot.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the pot Uraca took some<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reddish fat, and with it rubb’d the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ribs and bosom of her son,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rubbing hastily, with trembling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And while rubbing him and salving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She a cradle-song was humming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through her nose, whilst strangely crackled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the hearth the ruddy flames.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_309" id="page_309"></a>{309}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a corpse, all yellow, bony,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his mother’s lap the son lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrowful as death, wide open<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stared his hollow, pallid eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is he truly but a dead man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who each night by love maternal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath a life enchanted giv’n him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the aid of strongest witch-salve?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wondrous the half-sleep of fever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the leaden limbs feel weary<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though fetter’d, and the senses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er-excited, wide awake!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the herb-smell in the chamber<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Troubled me! With painful effort<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thought I where I had already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smelt the same, but vain my thoughts were.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the wind a-down the chimney<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave me pain! Like sighs it sounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of dejected dried-up spirits,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the sound of well-known voices.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Most of all was I tormented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the stuff’d birds, which were standing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a shelf above my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near the place where I was lying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They their wings were slowly flapping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with awful motion, bending<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Downward tow’rd me, forward pushing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their long beaks, like human noses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! where have I seen already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noses such as these? At Hamburg,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or at Frankfort, in the Jews’ street?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sad the glimmering recollection!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I at last was overpower’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite by sleep, and in the place of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wakeful, terrible phantasmas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came a healthful, steady dream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I dreamt that this poor cottage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suddenly became a ball-room<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which by columns was supported,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And by candelabra lighted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_310" id="page_310"></a>{310}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some invisible musicians<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play’d from out Robert-le-Diable<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fine crazy dance of nuns;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All alone I walk’d about there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But at length the doors were open’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Open’d wide and then advanced<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a step both slow and stately<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guests of wonderful appearance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They were solely bears and spirits!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walking bolt upright, each bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Led a spirit as his partner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a snow-white grave-cloth hidden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In this manner pair’d, began they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waltzing up and down with vigour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the hall. The sight was curious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laughable, but also fearful!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the awkward bears soon found it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Difficult to keep in step<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the white and airy figures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who whirl’d round with easy motion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But those poor unhappy creatures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were inexorably driven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their snorting overpower’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en the’ orchestral double bass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oftentimes one couple jostled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Gainst another, and the bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave the spirit that had push’d him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some hard kicks on his hind quarters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Often in the dance’s bustle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would a bear tear off the shroud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the head of his companion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a death’s head was disclosed then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But at length with joyous uproar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crash’d the trumpets and the cymbals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the kettle-drums loud thunder’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there came the gallopade.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the end of this I dreamt not,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a stupid clumsy bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trod upon my corns, and made me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cry aloud, and so awoke me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_311" id="page_311"></a>{311}</span></p> - -<h3>CAPUT XXII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Phœbus in his sunny droschka<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lash’d his flaming horses onwards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had half his course already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the spacious heavens completed,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst I still in slumber lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of bears and spirits, strangely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intertwining with each other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In quaint arabesque, was dreaming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Midday ’twas ere I awaken’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I found myself alone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both my hostess and Lascaro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the chase had started early.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the hut the pug-dog only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still remain’d. Beside the hearth he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood upright before the kettle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While his paws a spoon were holding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Admirably had they taught him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whensoe’er the broth boil’d over<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hastily to stir it round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to skim away the bubbles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But am I myself bewitch’d?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or still blazes there the fever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my head? I scarce can credit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My own ears—the pug-dog’s talking!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, he’s talking, and his accent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gentle is and Swabian; dreaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though buried in deep thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speaks he in the foll’wing fashion:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Poor unhappy Swabian poet!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In a foreign land I sadly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Languish, as a dog enchanted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And a witch’s kettle watch!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What a shameful sin is witchcraft!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O how sad, how deeply tragic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is my fate,—with human feelings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Underneath a dog’s exterior!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_312" id="page_312"></a>{312}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Would that I at home had tarried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With my trusty school companions!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They’re at any rate no wizards,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ne’er bewitch’d a single being!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Would that I at home had tarried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With Charles Mayer, with the fragrant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wallflow’rs of my native country,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With its pudding-broth delicious!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m half dead now with nostalgia—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Would that I could see the smoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Rising from the chimneys where they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Vermicelli cook at Stukkert!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I heard this, deep emotion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came across me; quickly sprang I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the couch, approach’d the fireplace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And address’d him with compassion:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Noble bard, say how it happens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That thou’rt in this witch’s cottage?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tell me wherefore have they changed thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Cruelly into a pug-dog?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But with joy exclaim’d the other:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then thou’rt really not a Frenchman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But a German, understanding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All my silent monologue?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah, dear countryman! how sad that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Counc’llor-of-legation Kölle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When we o’er our pipes and glasses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Held discussions in the beershop,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Always harp’d upon the thesis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That by travelling alone we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Could obtain that polish, which he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Had from foreign lands imported!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“So, that I might wipe away all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That raw crust which stuck upon me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And like Kölle might acquire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Elegant and polish’d manners,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From my country I departed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And while thus the grand tour making,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Came I to the Pyrenees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the cottage of Uraca.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_313" id="page_313"></a>{313}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I an introduction brought her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From Justinus Kerner<a name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a>, never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thinking that this so-called friend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Was in wicked league with witches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Kindly welcomed me Uraca,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet, to my alarm, her friendship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Kept on growing, till converted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At the last to sensual passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, immodesty still flicker’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wildly in the wither’d bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of this wretched, worthless woman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And she now must needs seduce me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet implored I: ‘Ah, excuse me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Worthy madam! I’m no friv’lous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Goethe’s pupil, but belong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>To the poet-school of Swabia.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Modesty’s the muse we worship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>And the drawers she wears are made of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Thickest leather—Ah, good madam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Do not violate my virtue!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Other poets boast of genius,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Others fancy, others passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>But the pride of Swabian poets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Is especially their virtue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>That’s the only wealth we boast of!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Do not rob me of the modest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>And religious simple garment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Which my nakedness doth cover!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thus I spoke, and yet the woman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Smiled ironically; smiling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“She a switch of mistletoe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Took, and then my head touch’d with it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thereupon I felt a chilly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Strange sensation, like a goose-skin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Being o’er my members drawn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet in truth a goose-skin ’twas not—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_314" id="page_314"></a>{314}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“On the contrary, a dog-skin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Was it rather; since that fearful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Moment have I been converted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As thou see’st me, to a pug-dog!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor young fellow! Through his sobbing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a word more could he utter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he wept with so much fervour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in tears wellnigh dissolved he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Listen now,” I said with pity:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Can I possibly relieve you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of your dog-skin, and restore you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To humanity and verses?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the other raised his paws up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the air disconsolately<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And despairingly; at length he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spake with sighing and with groaning:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Till the Judgment Day, alas! I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In this dog-skin must be prison’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If I’m freed not from enchantment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By a virgin’s self-devotion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, a pure unsullied virgin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who ne’er touch’d a human being,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the following condition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Truly keeps, alone can free me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This unsullied virgin must,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the night of Saint Sylvester,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Read Gustavus Pfizer’s<a name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> poems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And not go to sleep one moment!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If she keeps awake while reading,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And her modest eye ne’er closes,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then shall I be disenchanted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Be a man,—yes, be undogg’d!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In that case, good friend,” replied I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I at any rate can never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Undertake to disenchant you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For I’m no unsullied virgin;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_315" id="page_315"></a>{315}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And still less should I be able<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To fulfil the task of reading<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All Gustavus Pfizer’s poems,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And not fall asleep instanter!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the witch’s entertainment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the valley we descended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our footsteps to the region<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Positive return’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hence, ye spirits! Nightly spectres!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Airy figures! Fev’rish visions!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We find rational employment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once again with Atta Troll.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the cavern, by his young ones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies the old bear, soundly sleeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the snore of conscious virtue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at length he wakes with gaping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Near him squats young Master One-ear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his head he’s gently scratching.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a bard whose rhyme is wanting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upon his paws he’s scanning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Likewise by their father’s side<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On their backs are dreaming lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Innocent four-footed lilies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll’s belovèd daughters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Say, what tender thoughts are pining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the softly blooming spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of these snowy young bear-virgins?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moist with tears their eyes are glist’ning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Most of all appears the youngest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deeply moved. Within her bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She a blissful twinge is feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to Cupid’s might succumbs she.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, that little god’s sharp arrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through her thick skin penetrated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she saw Him—O, good heavens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him she loves, a living man is!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_316" id="page_316"></a>{316}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is a man, yclept Schnapphahnski;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst before his foes retreating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He arrived by chance one morning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the mountain in his flight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Woes of heroes touch all women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And within our hero’s features<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were depicted want of money,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale distress and gloomy sorrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All his military chest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two-and-twenty silver groschen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which he had when Spain he enter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the prey of Espartero.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">E’en his watch was not preserved him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But remain’d at Pampeluna<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a pawn-shop. ’Twas an heirloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Costly and of genuine silver.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And with long legs swiftly ran he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But unconsciously whilst running<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Won he something that’s far better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the best of fights,—a heart!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, she loves him, him, the archfoe!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O thou most unhappy bearess!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thy father knew the secret,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would growl in frightful fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As the aged Odoardo<a name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stabb’d Emilia Galotti<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his pride of citizenship,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So would also Atta Troll<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sooner have destroy’d his daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, with his own paws destroy’d her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than permitted her to tumble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the arms of any monarch<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet he at this very moment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is of tender disposition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With no wish to crush a rosebud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere the hurricane has stripp’d it.<a name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_317" id="page_317"></a>{317}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tenderly lies Atta Troll<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the cavern, by his young ones.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er him creep, like death’s forebodings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mournful yearnings for the future.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Children,” sigh’d he, as his great eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Suddenly ’gan dripping, “children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All my earthly pilgrimage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is accomplish’d, we must part now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For to-day at noon whilst sleeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Came a vision full of meaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And my soul enjoy’d the blissful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Foretaste of an early death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now, I’m far from superstitious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m no giddy bear,—yet are there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Certain things ’twixt earth and heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Unaccountable to thinkers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Over world and fate whilst poring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fell I fast asleep, with yawning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I dreamt that I was lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Underneath a mighty tree.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From the branches of this tree there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Trickled down some whitish honey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Gliding in my open muzzle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I felt a sweet enjoyment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“As I blissfully peer’d upwards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Saw I on the very tree-top<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Seven tiny little bears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sliding up and down the branches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tender, pretty little creatures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With a skin of rose-red colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“While, like silk, from their dear shoulders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hung a something, like two pinions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, those rose-red little bears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Were adorn’d with silken pinions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And with sweet celestial voices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sounding like a flute’s notes, sang they!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“As they sang, my skin turn’d ice-cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And from out my skin there mounted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like a soaring flame, my spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Radiantly to heaven ascending.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_318" id="page_318"></a>{318}</span>—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus spake Atta Troll in quivering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tender grunting tones; a moment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Paused he, full of melancholy—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But his ears with sudden impulse<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Prick’d he up, and strangely shook they,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst from off his couch upsprang he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trembling, bellowing with rapture:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Do ye hear that sound, my children?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Is it not the darling accents<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of your mother? O, well know I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis the roaring of my Mumma!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Mumma! Yes, my swarthy Mumma!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll, these words pronouncing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hasten’d, like a crazy being,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the cavern to destruction!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, he rush’d to meet his doom!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the vale of Ronceval<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the very spot where whilome<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Charlemagne’s unhappy nephew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the foe his life surrender’d,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There, too, fell poor Atta Troll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he fell by cunning, like him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom the base equestrian Judas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ganelon of Mainz, betrayed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! that noblest bear’s-emotion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Namely his uxorious feelings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a snare which old Uraca<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cunningly avail’d herself of.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She the growl of swarthy Mumma<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Copied with such great perfection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That poor Atta Troll was tempted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of his secure bear’s-cavern.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the wings of yearning ran he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the vale,—oft stood he, gently<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snuffing at a rock in silence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinking Mumma was conceal’d there.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_319" id="page_319"></a>{319}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! conceal’d there was Lascaro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his musket, and he shot him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the middle of his heart, whence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gush’d a ruddy stream of blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once or twice his head he waggled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But at last with heavy groaning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell he down, and wildly gasp’d he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his latest sigh was—“Mumma.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus the noble hero fell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus he died. And yet immortal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will he in the poet’s numbers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After death arise in glory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, he’ll rise again in numbers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his glory, grown colossal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On four-footed solemn trochees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er the face of earth stride proudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And his tomb Bavaria’s monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will erect in the Walhalla,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Writing on it this inscription,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In true lapidary style:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Atta Troll; a bear of impulse;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Devotee; a loving husband;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Full of sans-culottic notions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thanks to the prevailing fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wretched dancer; strong opinions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Bearing in his shaggy bosom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Often stinking very badly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Talentless; a character!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three-and-thirty aged women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wearing on their heads the scarlet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Biscayan caps we read of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood around the village entrance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One, like Deborah, amongst them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beat the tambourine, and danced too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she sang a song of triumph<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er Lascaro, the bear-slayer.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_320" id="page_320"></a>{320}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Four strong men upon their shoulders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bore the vanquish’d bear in triumph;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upright sat he on the seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a sickly bathing patient.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And behind, as if related<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the dead bear, went Lascaro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Uraca; right and left she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bow’d her thanks, though much embarrass’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the Mayor’s Assistant gave them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite a speech before the town hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the grand procession got there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he spoke on many subjects,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As, for instance, on the increase<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the navy, on the press,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the weighty beetroot question,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the curse of party spirit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">After fully illustrating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Louis Philippe’s special merits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He proceeded to the bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Lascaro’s great achievement.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou, Lascaro!” cried the speaker,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As with his tricolour’d sash he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wiped the sweat from off his forehead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou, Lascaro! Thou, Lascaro!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou who bravely hast deliver’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“France and Spain from Atta Troll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou’rt the hero of both countries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pyrenean Lafayette!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Lascaro in this manner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard officially his praises,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his beard with pleasure laugh’d he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quite blush’d with satisfaction,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in very broken accents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One word o’er another stumbling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave he utt’rance to his thanks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For this most exceeding honour!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every one with deep amazement<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gazed upon this sight unwonted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the aged women mutter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In alarm, beneath their breath:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_321" id="page_321"></a>{321}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Why, Lascaro has been laughing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Why, Lascaro has been blushing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Why, Lascaro has been speaking!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He, the dead son of the witch!”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Atta Troll that very day was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flay’d, and then they sold by auction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His poor skin. A furrier bought it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For one hundred francs, hard money.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He most beautifully trimm’d it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a lovely scarlet border,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then sold it for just double<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What it cost him in the first place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Juliet then became its owner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At third hand, and in her bedroom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies it now in Paris, serving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a rug beside her bed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O, with naked feet how often<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I stood at night upon this<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earthly brown coat of my hero,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the skin of Atta Troll!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And o’ercome by sad reflections,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Schiller’s words I then remember’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What in song shall be immortal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Must in actual life first die!”<a name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXVI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well, and Mumma? Ah, poor Mumma<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a woman! Frailty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is her name! Alas! all women<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are as frail as any porcelain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When by fate’s hand she was parted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From her glorious noble husband,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She by no means died of sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor succumb’d to her affliction.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the contrary, she gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went on living, went on dancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As before, with ardour wooing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the public’s daily plaudits.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_322" id="page_322"></a>{322}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Finally she found a solid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Situation, and provision<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the whole of life, at Paris<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the famed <i>Jardin des Plantes</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I chanced the other Sunday<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With my Juliet to go thither<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And expounded Nature to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the plants and beasts conversing,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Showing the giraffes and cedars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Mount Lebanon, the mighty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dromedary, the gold pheasants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the zebra,—as we chatted<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It so happen’d that at length we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood before the pit’s close railing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the bears are all collected,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gracious heavens, what saw we there!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An enormous desert-bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Siberia, white and hairy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a lady-bear was playing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A too-tender game of love there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the latter was our Mumma!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the wife of Atta Troll!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well I knew her by the tender<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humid glances of her eye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, ’twas she! the South’s black daughter!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She it was,—yes, Madame Mumma<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a Russian is now living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a Northern wild barbarian!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With a simp’ring face a negro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who approach’d us, thus address’d me:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is there any sight more pleasing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than to see two lovers happy?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I replied: “Pray tell me whom, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve the honour of addressing?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the other cried with wonder:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Don’t you really recollect me?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Why, the Moorish prince am I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who in Freiligrath was drumming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Things in Germany went badly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I was far too isolated.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_323" id="page_323"></a>{323}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Here, however, where as keeper<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am station’d, where I’m living<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mongst the lions, plants, and tigers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my home within the tropics,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Here I find it much more pleasant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than your German fairs attending,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where I day by day was drumming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was fed so very badly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I quite recently was married<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a fair cook from Alsatia;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When within her arms reposing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feel I then at home completely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Her dear feet remind me closely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of our darling elephants;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she speaks in French, her language<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My black mother-tongue resembles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oft she scolds me, and I think then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the rattling of that drum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which had skulls around it hanging;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snake and lion fled before it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet with feeling in the moonlight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weeps she, like a crocodile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peeping from the tepid river<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To enjoy a little coolness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And she gives me charming tit-bits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I thrive upon them, eating<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once again, as on the Niger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With old African enjoyment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am getting fat; my belly’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grown quite round, and from my shirt it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is projecting, like a black moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the snow-white clouds advancing.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXVII.</h3> - -<p>(To Augustus Varnhagen Von Ense.)</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where in heaven, Master Louis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did you pick up all this crazy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nonsense?”—these the very words were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">hich the Card’nal d’Este made use of.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_324" id="page_324"></a>{324}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he read the well-known poem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Orlando’s frantic doings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which politely Ariosto<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his Eminence inscribed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, my good old friend Varnhagen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, I round thy lips see plainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hov’ring those exact expressions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the same sly smile attended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Often dost thou laugh whilst reading,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet at intervals thy forehead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Solemnly is wrinkled over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these thoughts then steal across thee:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Sounds it not like those young visions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I dreamt once with Chamisso,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Brentano and Fouqué,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the blue and moonlight evenings?<a name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Is it not the dear notes rising<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the long-lost forest chapel?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sound the well-known cap and bells not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roguishly at intervals?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the nightingale’s sweet chorus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breaks the bear’s deep double-bass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dull and growling, interchanging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In its turn with spirit-whispers!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Nonsense, which pretends to wisdom!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wisdom, which has turn’d quite crazy!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dying sighs, which suddenly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into laughter are converted!”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, my friend, the sounds indeed ’tis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the long departed dream-time;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save that modern quavers often<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Midst the olden keynotes jingle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Signs of trembling thou’lt discover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here and there, despite the boasting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I commend this little poem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To thy well-proved gentleness!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_325" id="page_325"></a>{325}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! perchance it is the last free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forest-song of the Romantic;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the daytime’s wild confusion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will it sadly die away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Other times and other birds too!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Other birds and other music!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a crackling, like the geese’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who preserved the Capitol!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What a twitt’ring! ’Tis the sparrows,.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While their claws hold farthing rushlights;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet they’re strutting like Jove’s eagle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the mighty thunderbolt!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What a cooing! Turtledoves ’tis;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sick of love, they now are hating,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And henceforward, ’stead of Venus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draw the chariot of Bellona!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What a humming, world-convulsing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis in fact the big cock-chafers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the springtime of the people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smitten with a sudden frenzy!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Other times and other birds too!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Other birds and other music!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They perchance could give me pleasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I only other ears!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_326" id="page_326"></a>{326}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="GERMANY40" id="GERMANY40"></a>GERMANY.<a name="FNanchor_40_40" id="FNanchor_40_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a><br /><br /> -A WINTER TALE.</h2> - -<h3>CAPUT I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the mournful month of November ’twas,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The winter days had returnèd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind from the trees the foliage tore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I tow’rds Germany journied.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when at length to the frontier I came<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I felt a mightier throbbing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within my breast, tears fill’d my eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I wellnigh broke into sobbing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when I the German language heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strange feelings each other succeeding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt precisely as though my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Right pleasantly were bleeding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A little maiden sang to the harp;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Real feeling her song was conveying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though false was her voice, and yet I felt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deep moved at hearing her playing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She sang of love, and she sang of love’s woes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of sacrifices, and meeting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again on high, in yon better world<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where vanish our sorrows so fleeting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She sang of this earthly valley of tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of joys which so soon have vanish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of yonder, where revels the glorified soul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In eternal bliss, grief being banish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The song of renunciation she sang,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The heavenly eiapopeia,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherewith the people, the booby throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are hush’d when they soothing require.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_327" id="page_327"></a>{327}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know the tune, and I know the text,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know the people who wrote it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know that in secret they drink but wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in public a wickedness vote it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A song, friends, that’s new, and a better one, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall be now for your benefit given!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our object is, that here on earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We may mount to the realms of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On earth we fain would happy be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor starve for the sake of the stronger;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The idle stomach shall gorge itself<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the fruit of hard labour no longer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bread grows on the earth for every one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Enough, and e’en in redundance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And roses and myrtles, beauty and joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sugarplums too in abundance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, sugarplums for every one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As soon as the plums are provided;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To angels and sparrows we’re quite content<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That heaven should be confided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If after death our pinions should grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We’ll pay you a visit auspicious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In regions above, and with you we’ll eat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet tarts and cakes delicious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A song that’s new, and a better one, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Resounds like fiddle and flute now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Miserere’s at last at an end,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The funeral bells are mute now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The maiden Europe has been betroth’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the handsome Genius Freedom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They clasp and kiss each other with warmth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As their newborn passions lead ’em.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The priestly blessing may absent be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the wedding is still a wedding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So here’s long life to the bridegroom and bride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the future fruit of their bedding!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An epithalamium is my song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My latest and best creation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within my soul are shooting the stars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That proclaim its inauguration.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_328" id="page_328"></a>{328}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Those stars inspired blaze wildly on<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In torrents of flame, and with wonder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel myself full of unearthly strength,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I could rend e’en oaks asunder!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Since I on Germany’s ground have trod,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’m pervaded by magical juices;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The giant has touch’d his mother once more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the contact new vigour produces.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst heavenly joys were warbled thus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sung by the little maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Prussian douaniers search’d my trunk,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As soon as the coach was unladen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They poked their noses in every thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each handkerchief, shirt, and stocking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sought for jewels, prohibited books,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lace, with a rudeness quite shocking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye fools, so closely to search my trunk!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ye will find in it really nothing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My contraband goods I carry about<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my head, not hid in my clothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Point lace is there, that’s finer far<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than Brussels or Mechlin laces;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If once I unpack my point, ’twill prick<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cruelly scratch your faces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In my head I carry my jewelry all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Future’s crown-diamonds splendid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The new god’s temple-ornaments rich,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The god as yet not comprehended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And many books also you’d see in my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If the top were only off it!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My head is a twittering bird’s nest, full<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of books that they gladly would forfeit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Believe me that matters are no worse off<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the library e’en of the devil;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en Hoffmann of Fallersleben<a name="FNanchor_41_41" id="FNanchor_41_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> ne’er wrote<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Any works that were half so evil.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_329" id="page_329"></a>{329}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A passenger who stood by my side<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remark’d that we now had before us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The famous Prussian Zollverein,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The customhouses’ vast chorus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Zollverein”—thus he observed,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will found our nationality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And join our scatter’d fatherland<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In bonds of cordiality.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Twill give us external unity,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That kind that’s material and real:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The censorship gives us the other kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That’s ghostly and ideal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“It gives us internal unity,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In thought as well as in feelings;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A united Germany need we to rule<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Our outward and inward dealings.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the old cathedral at Aix-la-Chapelle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lie buried great Charlemagne’s ashes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Not the living Charles Mayer in Swabia born,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who the writer of so much trash is!)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As the smallest of poets I’d sooner live<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At Stukkert, by Neckar’s fair river,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than be buried as Emp’ror at Aix-la-Chapelle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And so be extinguish’d for ever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the streets of Aix-la-Chapelle the dogs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are ennui’d, and humbly implore us:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O stranger, prythee give us a kick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to life for a time thus restore us.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saunter’d along in this tedious place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For an hour, with great perseverance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saw that the Prussian soldiery<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are not the least changed in appearance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The high red collar still they wear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the same grey mantle below it—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The Red betokens the blood of the French,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sang Körner the youthful poet).<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_330" id="page_330"></a>{330}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They are still the wooden pedantic race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In every motion displaying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The same right angle, and every face<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A frigid conceit still betraying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They walk about stiffly, as though upon stilts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stuck up as straight as a needle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appearing as if they had swallow’d the stick<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once used as the best means to wheedle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, ne’er has entirely vanish’d the rod,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They carry it now inside them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Familiar <i>Du</i> will recall the old <i>Er</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wherein they were wont to pride them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The long mustachio nothing more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than the pigtail of old discloses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tail that formerly hung behind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is hanging right under their noses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I was not displeased with the new costume<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the cavalry, I must confess it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And chiefly the headpiece, the helmet in fact<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the steel point above it, to dress it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It seems so knightly, and takes one back<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the sweet romance of past ages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Countess Johanna of Mountfaucon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tieck, Uhland, Fouqué, and such sages.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The middle ages it calls to mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With their squires and noble inferiors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who in their bosoms fidelity bore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And escutcheons upon their posteriors.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Crusades and tourneys it brings back too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And love, and respect at a distance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And times of faith, ere printing was known,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When newspapers had no existence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, yes, I admire the helmet, it shows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An intellect truly enchanting!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right royal indeed the invention was,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The <i>point</i> is really not wanting!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If a storm should arise, a peak like this<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(The thought is terribly fright’ning)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On your romantic head might attract<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The heavens’ most modern lightning!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_331" id="page_331"></a>{331}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Aix-la-Chapelle, on the posthouse arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw the bird detested<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet once again. With poisonous glare<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His eyes upon me rested.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Detestable bird! If e’er thou should’st fall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my hands, thou creature perfidious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would tear thy feathers from off thy back,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hack off thy talons so hideous!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then I would stick thee high up on a pole<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the air, thou wicked freebooter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then to the joyful shooting match<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Invite each Rhenish sharpshooter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As for him who succeeds in shooting thee down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The crown and sceptre shall proudly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reward the worthy; the trumpets we’ll blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Long life to the king,” shouting loudly.<a name="FNanchor_42_42" id="FNanchor_42_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT IV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas late at night when I reach’d Cologne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Rhine was past me rushing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The air of Germany on me breath’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I felt its influence gushing<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon my appetite. I ate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some omelets, together with bacon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as they were salt, some Rhenish wine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was by me also taken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Rhenish wine gleams like very gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When quaff’d from out a green rummer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thou drink’st a few pints in excess, ’twill give<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy nose the colour of summer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So sweet a tickling attacks the nose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One’s sensations grow fonder and fonder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It drove me out in the darkening night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the echoing streets to wander.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The houses of stone upon me gazed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As if wishing to tell me the mysteries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And legends of times that have long gone by,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The town of Cologne’s old histories.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_332" id="page_332"></a>{332}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, here it was that the clergy of yore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dragg’d on their pious existence;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here ruled the dark men, whose story’s preserved<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By Ulrich von Hutten’s<a name="FNanchor_43_43" id="FNanchor_43_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> assistance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas here that the nuns and monks once danced<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In mediæval gyrations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here Cologne’s own Menzel, Hoogstraaten<a name="FNanchor_44_44" id="FNanchor_44_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> by name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wrote his bitter denunciations.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas here that the flames of the funeral pile<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both books and men once swallow’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bells rang merrily all the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Kyrie Eleison follow’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stupidity here and spitefulness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like dogs in the street coquetted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In religious hatred the brood still exists,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though greatly to be regretted,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But see, where the moonlight yonder gleams,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A form of a monstrous sort is!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As black as the devil it rears its head,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cologne Cathedral in short ’tis.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas meant a bastile of the spirit to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the cunning papists bethought them:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In this prison gigantic shall pine away<br /></span> -<span class="i2">German intellects, when we have caught them.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Luther appear’d, and soon by his mouth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A thundering “Halt!” was spoken.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since then the Cathedral no progress has made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In building, the charm being broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It never was finish’d, and this is as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For its very non-termination<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A monument makes it of German strength<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Protestant reformation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye Cathedral-Society’s members vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With powerless hands have ye risen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To continue the work that so long has been stopp’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And complete the ancient prison.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_333" id="page_333"></a>{333}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O foolish delusion! In vain will ye shake<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The money-boxes so bootless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beg of the Jews and heretics too,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your labour is idle and fruitless.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain will Liszt on behalf of the fund<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Make concerts all the fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all in vain will a talented king<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Declaim with impetuous passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cologne Cathedral will finish’d be ne’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Although the Swabian Solons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have sent a shipload full of stones<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To help it, nolens volens.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twill ne’er be completed, despite all the cries<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the ravens and owls without number,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, full of antiquarian lore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In high church-steeples slumber.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Indeed, the time will by-and-by come,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When instead of completing it rightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The inner space as a stable will serve<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For horses,—a change but unsightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And if the cathedral a stable becomes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Pray tell us how they will then tackle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The three holy kings who rest there now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Within the tabernacle?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus ask they. But why should we, in these days,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stand up as their supporters?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The three holy kings from the Eastern land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Must find some other quarters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take my advice, and place them all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In those three iron cages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That high upon St. Lambert’s tower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At Münster have hung for ages.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If one of the three should missing be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Select in his stead some other;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replace the king of the Eastern land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By some regal Western brother.<a name="FNanchor_45_45" id="FNanchor_45_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_334" id="page_334"></a>{334}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king of the tailors<a name="FNanchor_46_46" id="FNanchor_46_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> sat therein<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With his two advisers by him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we will employ the cages now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For monarchs who greatly outvie him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the right Balthasar shall have his place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the left shall be Melchior’s station,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the midst shall be Gaspar. I know not what<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When alive, was their right situation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Holy Alliance from out of the East,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now canonised so duly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance has not always its mission fulfill’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quite properly and truly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Balthasar perchance and Melchior too<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were men of but weak resolution,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who promised, when sorely press’d from without,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their kingdom a constitution,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And afterwards broke their word.—Perchance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">King Gaspar, who reign’d o’er the Moormen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rewarded with black ingratitude<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His foolish fond subjects, the poor men!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT V.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when I came to the bridge o’er the Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the bastion its corner advances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There saw I Father Rhine flowing on<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the silent moonbeam’s glances.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“All hail to thee, good Father Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now that I’m home returning!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full often have I on thee thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With longing and deep yearning.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus spake I, and heard in the waters deep<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A voice at once strange and moaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the wheezing cough of an aged man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With grumbling and feeble groaning:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou’rt welcome, and as thou rememberest me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I see thee, good youth, again gladly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis thirteen long years since I saw thee last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My affairs have meanwhile gone badly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_335" id="page_335"></a>{335}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Biberich many a stone I’ve gulp’d down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My digestion in consequence worse is;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet heavier far on my stomach, alas,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Lie Nicholas Becker’s<a name="FNanchor_47_47" id="FNanchor_47_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> verses!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My praises he chants, as though I were now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The purest and best-behaved maiden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who never allow’d any mortal to steal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The crown with her purity laden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Whenever I hear the stupid song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I could tear my beard in a passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And feel inclined to drown myself<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In myself, in a curious fashion!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That I am a virgin pure no more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The French know better than any;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For they with my waters have mingled oft<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Their floods of victory many.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The stupid song and the stupid man!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Indeed he has treated me badly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To a certain extent he has compromised me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In matters political sadly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For if the French should ever come back,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I must blush at their reappearance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Though I’ve pray’d with tears for their return<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To heaven with perseverance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I always have loved full well the French,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So tiny yet full of sinew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Still wear they white breeches as formerly?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Does their singing and springing continue?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Right glad should I be to see them again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And yet I’m afraid to be twitted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On account of the words of that cursèd song;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the sneers of its author half-witted!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That Alfred de Musset<a name="FNanchor_48_48" id="FNanchor_48_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a>, that lad upon town,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Perchance will come as their drummer,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_336" id="page_336"></a>{336}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And march at their head, and his wretched wit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Play off on me all through the summer.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor Father Rhine thus made his complaints,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And discontentedly splutter’d.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In order to raise his sinking heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These comforting words I utter’d:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O do not dread, good Father Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The laugh of a Frenchman, which is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Worth little, for he is no longer the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And they also have alter’d their breeches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Their breeches are red, and no longer are white,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“They also have alter’d the button;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No longer they sing and no longer they spring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But hang their heads like dead mutton.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They now are philosophers all, and quote<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hegel, Fichte, Kant, over their victuals;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tobacco they smoke, and beer they drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And many play also at skittles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They’re all, like us Germans, becoming mere snobs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But carry it even farther;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No longer they follow in Voltaire’s steps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But believe in Hengstenberg<a name="FNanchor_49_49" id="FNanchor_49_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> rather.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“As for Alfred de Musset, indeed it is true<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That he still to abuse gives a handle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But be not afraid, and we’ll soon chain down<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His tongue so devoted to scandal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And if he should play off his wretched wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We’ll punish him most severely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Proclaiming aloud the adventures he meets<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With the women he loves most dearly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then be contented, good Father Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Bad songs treat only with laughter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A better song ere long thou shalt hear,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Farewell, we shall meet hereafter.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_337" id="page_337"></a>{337}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT VI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On Paganini used always to wait<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Spiritus Familiaris,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ofttimes as a dog, ofttimes in the shape<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the late lamented George Harris.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Napoleon, before each important event,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saw a man in red, as they mention,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Socrates he had his Dæmon too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No fanciful mere invention.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">E’en I, when I sat at my table to write,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the darkness of night had entwined me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have sometimes seen a muffled form,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mysteriously standing behind me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hid under his mantle, a Something he held,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when the light happen’d to catch it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It strangely gleam’d, and methought ’twas an axe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An executioner’s hatchet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His stature appear’d to be under the mean,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His eyes like very stars glisten’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He never disturb’d me as I wrote,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But quietly stood there, and listen’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For many a year I had ceased to see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This very singular fellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But found him here suddenly at Cologne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the moonlight silent and mellow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saunter’d thoughtfully through the streets,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And saw him behind me stalking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just like my shadow, and when I stood still,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He also left off walking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He stood, as if he were waiting for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when I onward hurried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He follow’d again, and thus I reach’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Cathedral yard, quite flurried.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I could not bear it, so turn’d sharp round,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And said: “I insist on an answer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Why follow me thus in the silent night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And lead me this wandering dance, Sir?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I come across thee just at the time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When world-wide feelings are dashing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Across my breast, and through my brain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The spirit-lightnings are flashing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_338" id="page_338"></a>{338}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou gazest upon me so fixedly—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Now answer me, what is there hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Beneath thy mantle that secretly gleams?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy business say, when thou’rt bidden.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The other replied in a somewhat dry tone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“If not a little phlegmatic:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I pray thee, exorcise me not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And be not quite so emphatic!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No ghost am I from the days gone by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No grave-arisen spectre;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I have no affection for rhetoric,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’m no philosophic projector.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am of a practical nature in fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And of silent resolution;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But know, that whatever thy spirit conceives,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I put into execution.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And even when years have pass’d away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I rest not, nor suffer distraction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Till I’ve changed to reality all thy thoughts;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thine’s the thinking, and mine is the action.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The judge art thou, and the jailer am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And, like a servant obedient,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The judgments execute pleasing to thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whether right or inexpedient.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Before the Consul they carried an axe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In Rome of old, let me remind thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And thou hast also thy lictor, but he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Now carries the axe behind thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thy lictor am I, and follow behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And carry in all its splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The polish’d executioner’s axe—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’m the deed which thy thoughts engender.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT VII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I homeward went, and as soundly I slept<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As if by the angels tended;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In German beds one cosily rests,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For they are all featherbeds splendid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_339" id="page_339"></a>{339}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How often I’ve yearn’d for the sweet repose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my own native country’s pillows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While I lay on hard mattresses, sleepless all night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my exile far over the billows!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One sleeps so well, and one dreams so well<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In our featherbeds delicious;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The German spirit here feels itself free<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From all earth’s fetters pernicious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It feels itself free, and upward soars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the highest regions Elysian;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O German Spirit, how proud is the flight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou takest in nightly vision!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The gods turn pale, when thou drawest nigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When soaring tow’rds heaven’s dominions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou hast snuff’d out the light of many a star,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the strokes of thine eager pinions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The land belongs to the Russians and French,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the British the ocean is vested,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we in dream’s airy regions possess<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The mastery uncontested.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The art of ruling practise we here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And here we are never dissever’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While other nations on earth’s flat face<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To develop themselves have endeavour’d.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as I slumber’d, methought in my dream<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I was once more sauntering slowly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the moonlight clear through the echoing streets<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Cologne’s ancient city so holy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Behind me once again my black<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mask’d attendant speeded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt so weary, my knees wellnigh broke,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet on, still on, we proceeded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We onward went. My heart in my breast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gaped open, and parted in sunder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the red drops glided out of the wound<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my heart,—a sight of wonder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I oftentimes dipp’d my finger therein,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And often the fancy came o’er me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To streak with the blood, as I onward pass’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each doorpost lying before me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_340" id="page_340"></a>{340}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And every time that I mark’d a house<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In this very peculiar fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A funeral bell was heard in a tone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of mournful and soft compassion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now in the heavens the moon grew pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And darkness came over me thickly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over her face, like horses black,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The stormy clouds sped quickly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And still behind me onward went<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My dark companion ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His hidden axe grasping,—on, still on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pausing and resting never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We went and went, till we reach’d at length<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Cathedral precincts’ centre;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The doors of the church wide open stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And straightway did we enter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Within its capacious expanse but death<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And night and silence hover’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While here and there a glimmering lamp<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The darkness plainly discover’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wander’d long the pillars among,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And heard the footsteps only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of my attendant, who follow’d me still<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E’en here in the silence lonely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At length we came to a certain place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With gold and jewels quite glorious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And illumed by the tapers’ sparkling light,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Twas the three kings’ chapel notorious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the three holy kings, who were wont to lie<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quite still, and in order befitting—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O sight of wonder!—were now upright<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon their sarcophagi sitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three skeletons, deck’d in fantastic array,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With crowns on their skulls dry and yellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each one held in his bony hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sceptre, beside his fellow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like dancing puppets they moved about<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their bones which so long had perish’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They smelt of mould, and they also smelt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of incense fragrant and cherish’d.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_341" id="page_341"></a>{341}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One ’mongst the number soon moved his mouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And utter’d a lengthy oration,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Explaining the reasons why he claim’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My respectful salutation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The first, because he was a corpse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because a monarch, the second;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because a saint, the third,—but the whole<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of little account I reckon’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I gave him an answer in laughing mood:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In vain is all thy endeavour!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I see that thou’rt still in ev’ry respect<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As strange and old-fashion’d as ever!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Away! away! In the deep grave alone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Your lengths ye ought to measure!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Real life will shortly confiscate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“This chapel’s mighty treasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hereafter the merry cavalry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shall make the Cathedral their dwelling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If ye will not go gently, then force shall be used,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With clubs your exit compelling!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thus I had spoken, I turn’d me round,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And saw where was glimmering brightly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My silent attendant’s terrible axe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he read my meaning rightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So he quickly approach’d, and with the axe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remorselessly he shatter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those skeletons poor of bigotry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And into atoms scatter’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The echoing blows from the vaulted roof<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rang wildly, in countless numbers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While streams of blood pour’d out from my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I awoke from my slumbers.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT VIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From Cologne to Hagen it costs to post<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Five Prussian dollars, six groschen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The diligence chanced to be full, so I came<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a chaise, though rough was the motion.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_342" id="page_342"></a>{342}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas a late autumn morning, both damp and grey<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The coach in the mud groan’d sadly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet despite the bad weather, despite the bad road,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet thoughts pervaded me gladly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis my own native air, and the glow on my cheek<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could bear no other construction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The very dirt in the highway itself<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is my fatherland’s production!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The horses wagg’d their tails like old friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As they went along in a canter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their very dung appear’d to me fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the apples of Atalanta!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We pass’d through Mühlheim. The people are dull<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And busy, the town far from dirty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I last was there in the merry month<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of May, in the year one and thirty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All things then stood in blooming attire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the sunlight sweetly was blinking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The birds were singing their yearning song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the men were hoping and thinking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus thought they: “The lanky order of knights<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will depart from amongst us shortly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their farewell draught they shall drink from long flasks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of iron, in fashion not courtly!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And freedom shall come with sport and with dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With the banner, the white-blue-red one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Perchance she will fetch from out of the grave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“E’en Bonaparte, even the dead one!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas! the knights remain as before;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">More than one of those fools so derided<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who enter’d the country as thin as a lath<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are now with fat bellies provided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pallid canaille, who used to look<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The pictures of faith, hope, charity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have got red noses by tippling our wine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the utmost regularity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Freedom has sprain’d her foot, and has lost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For springing and raving all power;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Paris itself the tricolour flag<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks mournfully down from each tower.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_343" id="page_343"></a>{343}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Emperor truly arose again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet the English, fearing a riot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Converted him into a peaceable man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he let them inter him in quiet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, I myself his funeral saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The golden carriage so splendid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And victory’s golden goddesses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who the golden coffin attended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Along the famous Champs Elysées,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the Arc de Triomphe stately,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Across the mist and over the snow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The procession wended sedately.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The music was painful and out of tune,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And frozen was every musician;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eagles perch’d over the standards look’d down<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Upon me in woeful condition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In ghostly fashion the men all appear’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All lost in old recollections,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wondrous imperial dream revived,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Awakening olden affections.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wept on that day. Tears rose in my eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And down my cheeks fast fleeted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I heard the long-vanish’d loving shout<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of “Vive l’Empereur!” repeated.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT IX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I left Cologne on my onward road<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At a quarter to eight precisely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We got to Hagen at three o’clock,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there had our dinners nicely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The table was cover’d. Here found I all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The old-fashion’d German dishes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All hail, thou savoury sour-krout, hail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The reward of my utmost wishes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Stuff’d chestnuts all in green cabbages dress’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My food when I was a baby!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All hail, ye native stockfish, ye swim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the butter as nicely as may be!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_344" id="page_344"></a>{344}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One’s native country to each fond heart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grows ever dearer and dearer—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its eggs and bloaters, when nicely brown’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Come home to one’s feelings still nearer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the sausages sang in the spluttering fat.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fieldfares, those very delicious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And roasted angels with apple sauce,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All warbled a welcome propitious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou’rt welcome, countryman,” warbled they,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Full long hast thou been delaying!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Full long hast thou with foreign birds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In foreign lands been straying!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon the table stood also a goose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A silent, kindhearted being;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance she loved me in younger days,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When our tastes were nearer agreeing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full of meaning she eyed me, cordial but sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fond, like the rest of her gender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She surely possess’d an excellent soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But her flesh was by no means tender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A boar’s head they also brought in the room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On a pewter dish, for me to guzzle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The <i>bores</i> with us are always deck’d out<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With laurel leaves round their muzzle.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT X.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On leaving Hagen the night came on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I felt a chilly sensation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Inside. At the inn at Unna I first<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Recover’d my animation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A pretty maiden found I there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who pour’d out my punch discreetly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like yellow silk were her comely locks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her eyes like the moonlight gleam’d sweetly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her lisping Westphalian accents I heard<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With joy, as she utter’d them clearly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The punch with sweet recollections smoked,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I thought of my brethren loved dearly;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_345" id="page_345"></a>{345}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dear Westphalians, with whom I oft drank<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At Göttingen, while we were able,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till we sank in emotion on each other’s necks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And also sank under the table.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That loveable, worthy, Westphalian race!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I ever have loved it extremely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A nation so firm, so faithful, so true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ne’er given to boasting unseemly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How proudly they stand, with their lion-like hearts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the noble science of fencing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their quarts and their tierces, so honestly meant,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With vigorous arm dispensing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Right well they fight, and right well they drink;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When they give thee their hand so gentle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To strike up a friendship, they needs must weep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like oaks turn’d sentimental.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">May heaven watch over thee, worthy race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On thy seed shower down benefactions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Preserve thee from war and empty renown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From heroes and heroes’ actions!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">May it evermore grant to thy excellent sons<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An easy examination,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And give thy daughters marriages good,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So Amen to my invocation!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Behold the wood of Teutoburg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Described in Tacitus’ pages;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behold the classical marsh, wherein<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stuck Varus, in past ages.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here vanquish’d him the Cheruscian prince,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The noble giant, named Hermann;<a name="FNanchor_50_50" id="FNanchor_50_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas in this mire that triumph’d first<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our nationality German.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Had Hermann with his light-hair’d hordes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not triumph’d here over the foeman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then German freedom had come to an end,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We had each been turn’d to a Roman!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_346" id="page_346"></a>{346}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nought but Roman language and manners had now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our native country ruled over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Munich lived Vestals, the Swabians e’en<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As Quirites have flourish’d in clover!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An harúspex had Hengstenberg surely been,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And groped about in the bowels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of oxen; Neander<a name="FNanchor_51_51" id="FNanchor_51_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> an Augur, and based<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On flights of birds his avowals.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Birch-Pfeifer<a name="FNanchor_52_52" id="FNanchor_52_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> had tippled her turpentine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like the Roman ladies admired.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(’Tis said that they, by its frequent use,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A pleasing odour acquired).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Friend Raumer<a name="FNanchor_53_53" id="FNanchor_53_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> had been no German scamp,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But a regular Roman Scampatius,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Freiligrath written without using rhyme,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like worthy Flaccus Horatius.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The clumsy beggar, Father Jahn,<a name="FNanchor_54_54" id="FNanchor_54_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had then been call’d Clumsianus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me Hercule! Massmann<a name="FNanchor_55_55" id="FNanchor_55_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> would Latin have talk’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As Marcus Tullius Massmanus!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The friends of truth, instead of with curs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the papers, would in the arena<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have had to wage a mortal fight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the lion, jackal, hyena.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One single Nero we now should have had,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Stead of three dozen pieces of knavery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our veins should we have open’d, and so<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Defied the bailiffs of slavery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thank heaven! The Romans were driven away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A glorious triumph was Hermann’s;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both Varus and all his legions succumb’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And we remain’d still Germans!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_347" id="page_347"></a>{347}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We Germans remain, and German we speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As we before times have spoken;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An ass is an ass, not asinus,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Swabian line is unbroken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Friend Raumer remain’d a German scamp<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In our northern German climate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Freiligrath no Horace became,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But in verse is accustom’d to rhyme it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thank heaven that Massmann no Latin e’er writes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Birch-Pfeifer writes nothing but dramas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And drinks no nasty turpentine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like those lovely Roman charmers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Hermann, for this we’re indebted to thee!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So at Dettmoldt<a name="FNanchor_56_56" id="FNanchor_56_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> thy friends and extollers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A monument proud of late have design’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And towards it I gave a few dollars.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through the wood in the dark the postchaise bump’d on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When a crash took place, sudden and frightful—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wheel came off, and we came to a stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An occurrence by no means delightful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The postilion dismounted, and made all haste<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the village for help, and I found me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At midnight alone in the darksome wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While a howling I heard all around me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wolves it was, who wildly howl’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With half-starv’d voices all wiry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like lights in the darkness brightly gleam’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their eyes so fierce and fiery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of my arrival certainly knew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The beasts, and to honour me, proudly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They lighted up the forest thus,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sang in chorus loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I soon observed ’twas a real serenade,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Design’d for my glorification,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So threw myself in an attitude fit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And spoke with extreme animation:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_348" id="page_348"></a>{348}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Brother wolves! it gives me great pleasure to-day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To tarry awhile ’midst your growling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where so many noble spirits have met,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Around me lovingly howling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My feelings just at the moment I speak<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Are truly beyond all measure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This present hour I ne’er shall forget,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So fraught with exceeding pleasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I thank you for the confidence thus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Evinced beyond denial,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And which by the clearest proofs ye have shown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In every period of trial.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Brother wolves! ye ne’er doubted that true I remain’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Ye set all the rogues at defiance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who falsely asserted that I had of late,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Struck up with the dogs an alliance,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And turn’d an apostate, and e’en in the fold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As a Councillor soon they would show me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To answer such base assertions as these<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I feel to be really below me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The sheepskin that I for a time had on<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As a piece of warm clothing merely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Believe me, will never make me love<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The sheep’s race an atom more dearly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No sheep am I, and no dog am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No Councillor, or such like;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A wolf am I, and my heart and teeth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A wolf’s are very much like.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A wolf am I, and with the wolves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I ever will be a yelper;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yes, reckon upon me, and help yourselves,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And God will be your helper!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This was the speech deliver’d by me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without the least preparation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Allgemeine Zeitung, I’m told,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It appear’d, though with much mutilation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun arose near Paderborn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a look by no means bright’ning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fact he leads but a sorry life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This wretched earth enlight’ning.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_349" id="page_349"></a>{349}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As soon as he has lighted one side,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hastens with beams all sparkling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lighten the other, already the first<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is getting gloomy and darkling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor Sisyphus’ stone keeps rolling down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Danaids’ bucket never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gets fill’d, and to lighten this earthly ball<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In vain is the sun’s endeavour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the mist of morning dispersed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw by the wayside projecting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the early glow, His figure, who died<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the cross a death so affecting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m filled with dejection every time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I see Thee, my poor Relation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose mission was to redeem the world,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And be mankind’s salvation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A sorry trick they play’d Thee indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The lords of the Council stately;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O why didst Thou speak of Church and State<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a manner to wound them greatly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To Thy misfortune the printing art<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To mortals had then not been given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or else a book had been written by Thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the subjects relating to heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Censor would then have erased whate’er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Satirical seem’d in its diction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so the loving censorship<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have saved Thee from crucifixion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! if for Thy sermon on the mount<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Another text Thou hadst taken!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sufficient genius and talent were Thine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the pious Thou need’st not have shaken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Money-changers and bankers Thou drov’st with the scourge<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the temple, in just indignation—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unhappy Enthusiast! Now on the cross<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou dost suffer a sad expiation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XIV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind was humid, and barren the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chaise floundered on in the mire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet a singing and ringing were filling my ears:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O Sun, thou accusing fire!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_350" id="page_350"></a>{350}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The burden is this of the olden song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That my nurse so often was singing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O Sun, thou accusing fire!” was then<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like the note of the forest horn ringing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This song of a murderer tells the tale,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who lived a life joyous and splendid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hung up in the forest at last he was found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From a grey old willow suspended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The murderer’s sentence of death was nail’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the willow’s stem, written entire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Vehm-gericht’s avengers’ work ’twas—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O Sun, thou accusing fire!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Sun was accuser,—’twas he who condemn’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The murderer foul, in his ire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ottilia had cried, as she gave up the ghost:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O Sun, thou accusing fire!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the song I recall, the remembrance too<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my dear old nurse never ceases<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see once more her swarthy face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With all its wrinkles and creases.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the district of Münster she was born,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And knew, in all their glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many popular songs and wondrous tales,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a wild ghost-story.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How my heart used to beat when the old nurse told how<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The king’s daughter, in days now olden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat all alone on the desert heath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While glisten’d her tresses so golden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her business was to tend the geese<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As a goosegirl, and when at nightfall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She drove the geese home again through the gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her tears would in piteous plight fall.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For nail’d up on high, above the gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She saw a horse’s head o’er her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The head it was of the dear old horse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who to foreign countries bore her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king’s poor daughter deeply sigh’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O Falada! hangest thou yonder?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The horse’s head from above replied:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Alas that from home thou did’st wander!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_351" id="page_351"></a>{351}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king’s poor daughter deeply sigh’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O would that my mother knew it!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The horse’s head from above replied:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Full sorely she would rue it!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With gasping breath I used to attend<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When my nurse, with a voice soft and serious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Barbarossa began to speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our Emperor so mysterious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She assured me that he was not dead, as to think<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By learned men we were bidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with his comrades in arms still lived<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a mountain’s recesses safe hidden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kyffhauser is the mountain’s name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a cave in its depths benighted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By lamps its high and vaulted rooms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In ghostly fashion are lighted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The first of the halls is a stable vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where in glittering harness the stranger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who enters may see many thousand steeds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each standing at his manger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They all are saddled, and bridled all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet amongst these thousands of creatures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No single one neighs, no single one stamps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like statues of iron their features.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon the straw in the second hall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The soldiers are seen in their places;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many thousand soldiers, a bearded race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With warlike and insolent faces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They all are full arm’d from top to toe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet out of this countless number,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not one of them moves, not one of them stirs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They all are wrapp’d in slumber.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the third of the halls in lofty piles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Swords, spears, and axes are lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And armour and helmets of silver and steel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With old-fashion’d fire-arms vying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cannons are few, but yet are enough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To build up a trophy olden.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A standard projects from out of the heap,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its colour is black-red-golden.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_352" id="page_352"></a>{352}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the fourth of the halls the Emperor lives,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For many a century dosing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a seat made of stone near a table of stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His head on his arm reposing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His beard, which has grown right down to the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is red as a fiery ocean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At times his eye to blink may be seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his eyebrows are ever in motion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But whether he sleeps or whether he thinks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the present we cannot discover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet when the proper hour has come,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He’ll shake himself all over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His trusty banner he then will seize,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And “To horse! Quick to horse!” shout proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His cavalry straight will awake and spring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the earth, all rattling loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each man will forthwith leap on his horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each stamping his hoofs and neighing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’ll ride abroad in the clattering world,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While their trumpets are merrily playing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Right well they ride, and right well they fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No longer they slumber supinely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In terrible judgment the Emperor sits,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To punish the murd’rers condignly,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The murderers foul, who murder’d erst<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her whose beauty such awe did inspire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The golden-hair’d maiden Germania hight,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O Sun, thou accusing fire!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full many who deem’d themselves safely hid,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sat in their castles cheerful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall then not escape Barbarossa’s fierce wrath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the cord of vengeance fearful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My old nurse’s tales, how sweetly they ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How dear are the thoughts they inspire!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart superstitiously shouts with joy:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O Sun, thou accusing fire!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A fine and prickly rain now descends,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like needle-tops cold, and wetting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The horses mournfully waggle their tails,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wade through the mud with sweating.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_353" id="page_353"></a>{353}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon his horn the postilion blows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The old tune loved so dearly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Three horsemen are riding out at the gate”—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its memory crosses me clearly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I sleepy grew, and at length went to sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as for my dream, this is it:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Emperor Barbarossa I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the wondrous mount paid a visit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On his stony seat by the table of stone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like an image no longer I saw him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor had he that very respectable look<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With which for the most part they draw him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He waddled about with me round the halls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Discoursing with much affection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like an antiquarian pointing out<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The gems of his precious collection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the hall of armour he show’d with a club<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How the strength of a blow to determine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rubb’d off the dust from a few of the swords<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With his own imperial ermine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He took in his hand a peacock’s fan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And clean’d full many a dusty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old piece of armour, and many a helm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a morion rusty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The standard he carefully dusted too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And said, “My greatest pride is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That not e’en one moth hath eaten the silk,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And not e’en one insect inside is.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when we came to the second hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where asleep on the ground were lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many thousand arm’d warriors, the old man said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their forms with contentment eyeing:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We must take care, while here, not to waken the men,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And make no noise in the gallery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A hundred years have again passed away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And to-day I must pay them their salary.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And see! the Emperor softly approach’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While he held in his hand a ducat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quietly into the pocket of each<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the sleeping soldiery stuck it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_354" id="page_354"></a>{354}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then he remark’d with a simpering face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I observ’d him with wonder:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I give them a ducat apiece as their pay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At periods a century asunder.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the hall wherein the horses were ranged,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And drawn out in rows long and silent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together the Emperor rubb’d his hands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While his pleasure seem’d getting quite vi’lent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He counted the horses, one by one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And poked their ribs approving;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He counted and counted, and all the while<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His lips were eagerly moving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The proper number is not complete,”—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus angrily he discourses:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of soldiers and weapons I’ve quite enough,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But still am deficient in horses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Horse-jockeys I’ve sent to every place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In all the world, to supply me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With the very best horses that they can find<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And now I’ve a good number by me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I only wait till the number’s complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Then, making a regular clearance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll free my country, my German folk,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who trustingly wait my appearance.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus spake the Emperor, while I cried:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Old fellow! seize time as it passes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Set to work, and hast thou not horses enough,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Then fill up their places with asses.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Barbarossa smiling replied:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For the battle there need be no hurry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Rome certainly never was built in one day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Nothing’s gained by bustle and flurry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Who comes not to-day, to-morrow will come,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The oak’s slow growth might shame us;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<i>Chi va piano va sano</i> wisely says<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The Roman proverb famous.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XVI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The carriage’s jolting woke me up<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From my dream, yet vainly sought I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep awake, so I slumber’d again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And of Barbarossa thought I.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_355" id="page_355"></a>{355}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Again we went through the echoing halls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And talked of great and small things;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He ask’d me this, and he ask’d me that,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wish’d to know about all things.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He told me that not one mortal word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the world above had descended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For many a year,—in fact not since<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Seven-years’ war had ended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With interest he for Karschin<a name="FNanchor_57_57" id="FNanchor_57_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> ask’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For Mendelssohn (Moses the glorious),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Louis the Fifteenth’s mistress frail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Countess Du Barry notorious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O Emperor,” cried I, “how backward thou art!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Old Moses is dead and forgotten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his Rebecca; and Abraham too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The son, is dead and rotten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This Abraham and Leah, his wife, gave birth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To Felix<a name="FNanchor_58_58" id="FNanchor_58_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a>, who proved very steady;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His fame through Christendom far has spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“He’s a Chapel-master already.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Old Karschin likewise has long been dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And Klenke, her daughter, is dead too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Helmine Chezy, the granddaughter, though,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Still lives—at least she is said to.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Du Barry lived merrily, keeping afloat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For Louis the Fifteenth screen’d her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As long as he lived, but when she was old<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“They cruelly guillotined her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“King Louis the Fifteenth died in his bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the doctors attended and seen to;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But Louis the Sixteenth was guillotined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And Antoinette the Queen too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Queen the greatest courage display’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And died like a monarch, proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But Madame Du Barry, when guillotined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Kept weeping and screaming loudly.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_356" id="page_356"></a>{356}</span>—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Emperor suddenly came to a stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stared, as if doubting my meaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said: “For the sake of heaven explain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What is meant by that word guillotining?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Why, guillotining,” I briefly replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is a method newly constructed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By means of which people of every rank<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From life to death are conducted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For this purpose, a new machine is employ’d”—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I continued, while closely he listen’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Invented by Monsieur Guillotin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And ‘guillotine’ after him christen’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“You first are fasten’d to a board;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis lower’d; then quickly they shove you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Between two posts; meanwhile there hangs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A triangular axe just above you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They pull a string, and downward shoots<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The axe, quite lively and merry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And so your head falls into a bag,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And nothing remains but to bury.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Emperor here interrupted my speech:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Be silent! May heaven confuse it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That foul machine! and God forbid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That I should ever use it!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The King and Queen! What? To a board<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Both fasten’d! What a position!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis contrary to all respect,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And etiquette in addition!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And who art thou, that darest to speak<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So coolly and so much, man?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just wait a while, and I’ll soon clip<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy wings, or I’m a Dutchman!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My inmost bile is deeply stirr’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At words so out of season;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thy very breath is full of crime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And guilty of high treason!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When in his zeal the old man rail’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And treated me thus cavalierly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surpassing all bounds,—I sharply replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And told him my mind quite clearly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_357" id="page_357"></a>{357}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Barbarossa!” I cried, “thou’rt just as absurd<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As an old woman’s silly fable;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Go, lie down and sleep! without thy aid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To free ourselves we are able.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The republicans all would scoff and jeer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And shake their sides with laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To see such a spectre, with sceptre and crown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Act as leader, while we went after.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thy standard, too, no more I respect;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My love for the black-red-golden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Has been quench’d by the fools of the <i>Burschenschaft</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With their rage for the so-call’d olden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In Old Kyffhauser ’twere better that thou<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shouldst pass thy days morosely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In truth, we’ve no need of an Emperor now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When I view the matter closely.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XVII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wrangled in dream with the Emperor thus,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In dream,—I say it advisedly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In waking hours we never dare talk<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To princes so undisguisedly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Germans only venture to speak<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When asleep, in a dream ideal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thoughts that they bear in their faithful hearts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So German and yet so real.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I awoke, I was passing a wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the sight of the trees in such numbers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their naked wooden reality,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon scared away my slumbers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The oaks with solemnity shook their heads;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The twigs of the birch-trees, in token<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of warning, nodded,—and I exclaim’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Dear monarch, forgive what I’ve spoken!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Forgive, Barbarossa, my headstrong speech,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I know that thou art far wiser<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than I, for impatient by nature I am—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yet hasten thy coming, my Kaiser!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_358" id="page_358"></a>{358}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If guillotining contents thee not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Retain the old plan for the present:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The sword for the nobleman, keeping the rope<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For the townsman and vulgar peasant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But frequently change the order, and let<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The nobles be hang’d, beheading<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The townsmen and peasants, for God cares alike<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For all who life’s pathways are treading.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Restore again the Criminal Court<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That Charles the Fifth invented;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With orders, corporations, and guilds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Let the people again be contented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To the sacred old Roman Empire again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In all its integrity yoke us;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Its musty frippery give us once more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And all its hocus-pocus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The middle ages, if you like,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The genuine middle ages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll gladly endure,—but free us, I pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From the nonsense that now all the rage is,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From all that mongrel chivalry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That such a nauseous dish is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of Gothic fancies and modern deceit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And neither flesh nor fish is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The troops of Comedians drive away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And close the theatres sickly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wherein they parody former times,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O Emperor, come thou quickly!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XVIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The town of Minden’s a fortress strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With arms and stores well provided;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Prussian fortresses, truth to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I never have abided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We got there just as evening fell;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The planks of the drawbridge sadly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath us groan’d, as over we roll’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the dark moat gaped on us madly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_359" id="page_359"></a>{359}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lofty bastions on me gazed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With threat’ning and sulky wonder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heavy gate open’d with rattling loud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And closed with a noise like thunder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas! my soul felt as sad as the soul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Odysseus, the world-renown’d warrior,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he heard Polyphemus rolling a rock<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In front of the cave as a barrier.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A Corporal came to the door of the coach<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For our names; I replied to this latter act:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m Nobody call’d; I an oculist am,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who couch the giants for cataract!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the inn I found my discomfort increase,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My victuals fill’d me with loathing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I straight went to bed, but slept not a wink,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So heavy I found the bed-clothing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bed was a large, broad featherbed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Red damask curtains around it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The canopy wrought with faded gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While a dirty tassel crown’d it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Accursèd tassel! of all my repose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It robb’d me all the night through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It hung over head, like Damocles’ sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And threaten’d to pierce me right through!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A serpent’s head it often appear’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I heard its hissing mysterious:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the fortress thou art, and canst not escape”—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A position especially serious!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O would that I were”—I thought with a sigh,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of my peaceable home a sharer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With my own dear wife in Paris once more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the Faubourg-Poissonière!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I felt that a Something oftentimes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was over my forehead stealing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just like a Censor’s chilly hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all my thoughts congealing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gendarmes, in the dresses of corpses conceal’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In white and ghostly confusion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Surrounded my bed, while a rattling of chains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I heard, to swell the illusion.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_360" id="page_360"></a>{360}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas! the spectres carried me off,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And at length with amazement I found me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside a precipitous wall of rocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there they firmly had bound me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Detestable tassel, so dirty and foul!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Again it appear’d before me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now in the shape of a vulture with claws<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And black wings hovering o’er me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now like the well-known eagle it seem’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And grasp’d me, and breathing prevented;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It ate the liver out of my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While sadly I groan’d and lamented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long time I lamented, when crow’d the cock,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the feverish vision faded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perspiring in bed at Minden I lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a tassel the bird was degraded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I travell’d with post-horses on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And free breath presently drew I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the domain of Bückeburg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As by my feelings knew I.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XIX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Danton, great was thy mistake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy error was paid for dearly!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One can carry away one’s fatherland<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the soles of one’s feet, pretty nearly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of the princely domain of Bückeburg<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One half to my boots clung in patches;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all my life I never have seen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A place that in filth its match is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the town of Bückeburg shortly I stopp’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see the ancestral castle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence my grandfather came; my grandmother though<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Hamburg was part and parcel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I got to Hanover just at noon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there had my boots clean’d neatly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And afterwards went to visit the town;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I travel, I do it completely.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_361" id="page_361"></a>{361}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By heavens, how spruce the place appear’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No mud in its streets was lying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many handsome buildings there I saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In massive splendour vying.<a name="FNanchor_59_59" id="FNanchor_59_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I was mostly charm’d by a very large square,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Surrounded by houses superior;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There lives the king and his palace there stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of a really handsome exterior,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(The palace I mean.) On each side of the door<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sentry-box had its station;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Redcoats with muskets there kept guard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of threat’ning and wild reputation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My cicerone said: “Here lives<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“King Ernest Augustus, a tory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the olden school, and a nobleman,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Very sharp, though his hairs are hoary.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In safety idyllic here he dwells,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For he’s far more securely protected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By the scanty courage of our dear friends<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Than his satellites ever effected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I see him sometimes, and then he complains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“How very tedious his post is,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The regal post, of which he here<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In Hanover now the boast is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Accustom’d to a British life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And plagued by spleen, to cure it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He finds it not easy, and greatly fears<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That he cannot much longer endure it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“T’other day I found him at early morn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the fireside mournfully bending;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For his dog, who was sick, with his own royal hands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A comforting draught he was blending.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In an hour from Harburg to Hamburg I went;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The shades of evening were thick’ning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stars in the heavens their greetings sent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the air was soft and quick’ning.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_362" id="page_362"></a>{362}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when I reach’d my mother at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She was wellnigh frighten’d with gladness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cried “My darling child!” and clasp’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her hands together with madness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My darling child, full thirteen years<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Have pass’d since our last meeting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You surely are hungry; tell me now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What you’ll take in the way of eating?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ve here some fish, and goose-flesh too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And handsome oranges also!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then give me some fish, and goose-flesh too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And handsome oranges also!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And whilst I ate with an appetite good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My mother was lively and merry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She ask’d me this, and she ask’d me that,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And her questions were awkward, very.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My darling child, in your foreign home<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Do you get all the things you require?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is your wife pretty skilful at keeping house?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Are your shirts and stockings darn’d by her?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The fish is good, my mother dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But in silence one ought to eat it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis easy to get a bone in one’s throat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Pray leave me in peace to complete it.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when I had finish’d the excellent fish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The goose next made its appearance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My mother again ask’d for this and for that,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the same ill-timed perseverance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My darling child, which land do you think<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is the best for people to dwell in,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This place, or France? which nation’s the best?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What thing does each excel in?”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A German goose, my mother dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is good as one of the courses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But the French stuff geese far better than we,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And they also have better sauces.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the goose had taken its leave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The oranges presently follow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tasted so unexpectedly nice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That with pleasure they quickly were swallow’d.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_363" id="page_363"></a>{363}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now my mother again began<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her questions with very much pleasure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She ask’d me a thousand things, but some<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were awkward beyond all measure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My darling child, pray tell me now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“If politics still you’re inclined to?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which party in the state to support<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Have you the greatest mind to?”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The quality, my mother dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of your oranges cannot be beaten;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The sweet juice I swallow with much delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But I leave the peel uneaten.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They bit by bit are building again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hapless half-burnt city;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a half-shorn poodle Hamburg now looks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An object to waken one’s pity.<a name="FNanchor_60_60" id="FNanchor_60_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full many a street has disappear’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That mournfully one misses—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is the house, wherein I kiss’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Love’s first delicious kisses?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where is the printing-house, where I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My <i>Reisebilder</i> printed?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The oyster shop, where I oysters gulp’d down<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With appetite unstinted?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Dreckwall too,—where is it now?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I now should seek it vainly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the pavilion, where I ate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So many cakes profanely?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where is the town-hall, wherein sat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The senate and burghers stately?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A prey to the flames! The flames spared not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whatever was holiest lately.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The people still were sighing with grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with most mournful faces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The history sad of the great fire told,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pointed out all its traces:—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_364" id="page_364"></a>{364}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“It burnt in every corner at once,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“All was smoke and flames fiercely flashing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The churches’ towers all blazed on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And tumbled in with loud crashing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The old exchange was also burnt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where our fathers in every weather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Were wont to assemble for centuries past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And honestly traded together.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The bank, the silvery soul of the town,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the books which have always served us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To note the assets of every man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thank heaven! have been preserved us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thank heaven! In every land they made<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On our behalf large collections;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A capital job,—we got no less<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Than eight millions in all directions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The money from every country flow’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In our hands, which were far from unwilling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And plenty of food they also sent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And we gladly accepted each shilling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They sent us clothes and bedding enough,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And bread, and meat, and soups too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The King of Prussia, to show his regard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Would fain have sent us troops too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our losses in property thus were replaced,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A matter of mere valuation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But then the fright,—our terrible fright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Admits of no compensation!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I cheeringly said: “My worthy friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“You should not lament and bawl so!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A far better city than yours was Troy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And yet it was burnt down also.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Rebuild your houses as fast as you can,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And dry up every puddle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Get better engines and better laws,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That are not quite such a muddle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Don’t put in your nice mock-turtle soup<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So very much Cayenne pepper;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Your carp are not wholesome with so much sauce,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Or when eaten with scales, like a leper.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_365" id="page_365"></a>{365}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Your turkeys will not do much harm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But be on your guard ’gainst disaster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From the knavish bird that lays its eggs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the wig of the burgomaster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis not for me to tell you the name<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of this bird of bad reputation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When thinking about him, the food in my maw<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is stirr’d with indignation.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">More changed than even the city itself<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appear’d the people within it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like walking ruins they totter’d about,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As if ready to tumble each minute.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The thin still thinner than ever appear’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fat appear’d still fatter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children were old, and the old were young,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(In their second childhood the latter).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full many that I had left as calves,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As oxen were herding together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a gosling had now become<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A goose in fullest feather.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The aged Gudel I found be-rouged,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dress’d with syren-like brightness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She had procured some dark black hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And teeth of dazzling whiteness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The best preserved of all was my friend<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The paper-dealer, good fellow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like John the Baptist, round his head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was floating his hair so yellow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I only saw D—— a long way off,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He slipp’d away so fleetly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear that his soul was burnt, but insured<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For a large amount discreetly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I also saw my old Censor again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the fog, and lowly stooping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I met him in the goose market by chance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he seem’d completely drooping.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_366" id="page_366"></a>{366}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We shook each other’s hands, and some tears<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his eye appear’d collecting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was so pleased to see me once more!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The scene was truly affecting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I found not all, for many a one<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had quitted this scene for ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Gumpelino,<a name="FNanchor_61_61" id="FNanchor_61_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a> ’mongst others, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was gone, to appear again never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That noble one had surrender’d his soul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Him by whom it was given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now had a glorified seraph become<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the blissful realms of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain for the crooked Adonis I sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Though I look’d in every direction,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who used to sell pots and pans in the street,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A very cheap collection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Sarras, the trusty dog, was dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A loss of a serious nature;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Friend Campe<a name="FNanchor_62_62" id="FNanchor_62_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> would sooner have lost a whole host<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of writers than this good creature.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The population of Hamburg town<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has from time immemorial consisted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jews and Christians; ’tis also the case<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That the latter are rather close-fisted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Christians all behave pretty well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pass their time in clover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And promptly pay their bills of exchange,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ere the days of grace are over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Jews are however divided again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into two very different parties;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The old one goes to the synagogue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the temple the new one’s heart is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The new party eat the flesh of swine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their manners are somewhat dogmatic;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They democrats are, but the older school<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is much more aristocratic.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_367" id="page_367"></a>{367}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I love the old, and I love the new,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet I swear by the prophet Jonas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That certain fish I love still more,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smoked sprats they are commonly known as!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though as a republic Hamburg was ne’er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As great as Venice or Florence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet Hamburg has better oysters; one gets<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The best in the cellar of Laurence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I went there with Campe at evening time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When splendid was the weather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intending on oysters and Rhenish wine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To have a banquet together.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I found some excellent company there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And greatly was delighted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see many old friends, such as Chaufepié,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And new ones, self-invited.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There Wille was, whose very face<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was an album where foes academic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right legibly had inscribed their names<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the shape of scars polemic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There Fucks was also, a heathen blind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And personal foe of Jehovah,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who believed but in Hegel, and slightly perhaps<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the Venus of Canova.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My Campe was our Amphytrion there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And smiled and enjoy’d the honour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His eye was beaming with happiness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just like an ecstatic Madonna.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I ate and drank with an appetite good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And these thoughts then cross’d my noddle:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This Campe is really an excellent man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And of publishers quite the model.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Another publisher, I feel sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Would have left me of hunger to perish;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But he has given me drink as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His name I ever shall cherish.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_368" id="page_368"></a>{368}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I thank the mighty Lord of all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who this juice of the grape created,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And Campe to me as a publisher gave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whose merits can’t be overrated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I thank the mighty Lord of all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who by His own mere motion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Created on earth the Rhenish wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the oysters in the ocean.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Who also made the lemons to grow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The oyster’s flavour to sweeten,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O may I peacefully to-night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Digest what I have eaten!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Rhenish wine makes my feelings soft,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All quarrelsome thoughts congealing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within my breast, and kindling instead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A philanthropic feeling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It now compell’d me to leave the room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And through the streets to wander;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My soul sought a soul, and the sight of each dress<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of a woman made it still fonder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In moments like this, with grief I could melt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While my yearning makes me tremble;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cats appear to me all too grey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Helens the women resemble.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when I came to the Drehbahn Street,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw in the moonbeams glancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noble form of a woman fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With stately grace advancing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her face was perfectly healthy and round,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her cheek like a damask rose was,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a turquoise her eye, like a cherry her mouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While somewhat reddish her nose was.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her head was cover’d with a cap<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of snowy stiff linen, not ragged,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But folded like a mural crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With turrets and battlements jagged.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She wore as her dress a tunic white<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which down to her calves descended;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And O what calves! The pedestals they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of two Doric columns splendid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_369" id="page_369"></a>{369}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A very worldly naïveté<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could be read in her every feature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But her superhuman hinder parts<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Betray’d a superior creature.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She now approach’d me, and straightway said:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To the Elbe here’s a welcome hearty!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“E’en after an absence of thirteen years,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I see that thou’rt still the same party!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Perchance thou seekest the souls so fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who so often used to meet thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And all night long in this beautiful place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With their reveries loved to greet thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“By that hundred-headed hydra, Life,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That monster fierce, they were swallow’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou’lt find those olden times no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Nor those friends once lovingly follow’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No longer thou’lt find those beauteous flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Which enchanted thy youthful bosom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Twas here they bloom’d,—they’re wither’d now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the tempest has scatter’d each blossom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, wither’d, and stripp’d, and trampled down<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By destiny’s footsteps appalling—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My friend, this is ever the fate upon earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of all that is sweet and enthralling!”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Who art thou?” I cried—“like a dream of old times<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy appearance doth strangely beset me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where is thy dwelling, enormous one?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll follow thee there, if thou’lt let me.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The woman then smiled, and thus she replied:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou art wrong, I’m a decent and quiet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And highly moral personage too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By no means given to riot.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m none of your foreign lorettes, my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And none of your common ladies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m Hamburg’s goddess, Hammonia by name,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And to watch o’er its welfare my trade is!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou art startled perchance to bear this news,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou once undaunted singer?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Art thou prepared to follow me still?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Then quick, and no more let us linger.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_370" id="page_370"></a>{370}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I in reply laugh’d loudly and cried:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll follow thee instanter!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If thou’lt go in front, I’ll go behind,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yes, even to hell in a canter!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXIV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How I managed to mount the narrow stairs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I haven’t the slightest notion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps the spirits carried me up<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With some invisible motion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But here, in Hammonia’s little room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hours pass’d swiftly o’er me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The goddess confess’d the sympathy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That she had ever felt for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Look here”—said she, “in former days<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The minstrel who sang the Messiah<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Was dearest to me of all the throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With his piously-sounding lyre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To this day the bust of my Klopstock stands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On that chest of drawers, but though on it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For many a year it has only served<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As a block for holding my bonnet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou’rt my favourite now, and thy likeness hangs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At the head of my bed in due order;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And see, a fresh laurel now surrounds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The cherish’d portrait’s border.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet thy attacks on my sons, I confess,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Repeated by thee so often,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Have sometimes caused me the greatest pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy language thou must soften.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I trust that time has cured thee now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of rudeness so cold-hearted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And somewhat greater tolerance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For even the fools imparted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But say how thou camest to travel north<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At such an unclement season?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The weather already is winterly quite,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I fain would know the reason.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_371" id="page_371"></a>{371}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O worthy goddess!” I said in reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the bosom’s inmost recesses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Are slumbering thoughts which often awake<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At a time which rather distresses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Externally things went on pretty well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But within I was weigh’d down with anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which every day grew worse and worse,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For home I ceased not to languish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The air of France, so usually light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Began to be oppressive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I long’d to breathe some German air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To relieve this burden excessive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I yearn’d for German tobacco-smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the smell of German peat too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My foot impatiently quiver’d, the ground<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of Germany to beat too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I sigh’d all night, and I long’d and long’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yet once again to view her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The old woman who close to the Dammthor lives,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And Lotte, who lives close to her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The thought of that old and worthy man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who always freely reproved me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And then his protection over me threw,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To many a sigh now moved me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I fain would hear again from his mouth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The words ‘young stupid!’ repeated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which always in my younger days<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My heart like music greeted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I yearn’d for the blue smoke that high in the air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From German chimneys reaches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For the Lower-Saxony nightingales,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For the silent groves of beeches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I yearn’d for all the sorrowful spots,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The places where once I resorted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where once I trail’d my youthful cross,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And my crown of thorns supported.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I fain would weep where I formerly wept<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Those tears so bitter and burning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The love of fatherland methinks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“They call this foolish yearning.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_372" id="page_372"></a>{372}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I love not to talk of it; ’tis nought else<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But a whim of the’ imagination;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Shamefaced by nature, I hide my wounds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From public observation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O how I detest the trumpery set<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who, to stir men’s passion heated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of patriotism make a show<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With all its ulcers fetid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They’re shameless and shabby beggars all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who live upon people’s charity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For Menzel<a name="FNanchor_63_63" id="FNanchor_63_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> and all his Swabians, here’s<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A penn’orth of popularity!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My goddess! thou hast found me to-day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of a tender disposition!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m rather ill, but a little care<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will soon recruit my condition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, I am ill, and thou canst refresh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My spirits in a minute<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By means of a cup of excellent tea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With a little rum mix’d in it.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some tea the goddess quickly made,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then the rum pour’d she in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she herself preferr’d the rum<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without a drop of tea in.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Against my shoulder she lean’d her head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rather tumbled her bonnet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or mural crown, and gently she spake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While I reflected upon it:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I often have thought with much alarm<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That in Paris, that wicked city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With the frivolous French thou’rt living still,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis really a very great pity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Without an object thou’rt passing thy time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And hast not even beside thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Some faithful German publisher who<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As a Mentor might warn and guide thee.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_373" id="page_373"></a>{373}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And then the temptations there are so great,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So many a sylph amuses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whose health is bad, and one’s peace of mind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“One far too easily loses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Return not again, but stop with us,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Here modesty reigns still, and morals;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And here thou may’st gather, e’en in our midst,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In silence many fair laurels.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In Germany stay, and thou’lt relish things more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Than thou wert formerly able;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We’re fast advancing, and thou must have seen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Our progress so rapid and stable.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The censorship even less rigorous is,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Friend Hoffmann is milder and older;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His youthful passion for cutting up<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thy <i>Reisebilder</i> is colder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou too art older and milder now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And many things quietly takest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And in a better spirit than once,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Past times thou now awakest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That matters in Germany used to go ill<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is a great exaggeration;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“One could always escape, like the Romans of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From serfdom, by self-immolation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The people enjoy’d full freedom of thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For the masses it never was stinted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Restrictions affected nobody, save<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The limited number who printed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No lawless despotism then reign’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The worst of demagogues never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Were deprived of their rights of citizenship,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Till condemn’d for some wicked endeavour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Things never in Germany went so ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whatever disputes may have risen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Believe me, no mortal was e’er starved to death<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Inside a German prison.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In those long vanish’d days there bloom’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Full many a fair apparition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of simple faith and kindliness too,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Now all is doubt and sedition.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_374" id="page_374"></a>{374}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The practical freedom that’s all outside<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will soon destroy the Ideal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That we bore in our bosoms,—as fair as a dream<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of lilies, and not more real!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our beautiful poetry’s fading fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Already ’tis somewhat faded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The <i>Moorish King</i> of Freiligrath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Like the rest of the kings, is degraded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O couldst thou be silent, I soon would unseal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The book of fate, free from all error,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And suffer thee future ages to see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Within my magic mirror.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That which to mortal man I ne’er show’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To thee would I gladly discover:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The future of thy fatherland,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou wouldst tell it, though, all the world over!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Good heavens, dear goddess!” I cried with delight.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“It would give me most exquisite pleasure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O let me the future of Germany see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I know how a secret to treasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m ready to swear whatever oath<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou soonest would have me swallow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As a pledge to thee of my secrecy;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So say what form I shall follow.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But she rejoin’d: “Thou must swear to me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As by Father Abraham’s order<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His servant Eliezer swore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When starting to cross the border.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Lift up my dress and place thy hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Upon my thigh below it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And swear that in speaking, the secret thou’lt keep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And in thy works as a poet!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moment was solemn. I felt as though fann’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the breath of ages long perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I swore the oath in the manner ordain’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By Abraham, our forefather cherish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I lifted up the goddess’s dress,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And placed on her thigh below it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My hand, vowing secrecy both in my words<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in my works as a poet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_375" id="page_375"></a>{375}</span></p> - -<h3>CAPUT XXVI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cheeks of the goddess glow’d all-red<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(I think that the rum had ascended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up into her head) and she spoke in a tone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In which sorrow was painfully blended:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m fast getting old; I was born on the day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of Hamburg’s first foundation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My mother was a mermaid, who had<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At the mouth of the Elbe her station.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My father was a monarch renown’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Called Charlemagne the glorious;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He was still more wise than Frederick the Great,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And also still more victorious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Aix-la-Chapelle is the seat where he sat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On the day of his coronation:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The seat where he sat at night devolved<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On my mother, as nearest relation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My mother left it to me in her turn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A common-looking article;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And yet for the whole of Rothschild’s gold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I wouldn’t surrender one particle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Behold, in yon corner stands a chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Both old and weather-beaten;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The leather that covers its arms is torn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the cushion is sadly moth-eaten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Approach it now, and gently lift<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The cushion from the settle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou’lt see an oval opening then,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And under it a kettle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That is a magic kettle wherein<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The magic forces are brewing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On placing thy head in the aperture, soon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The future thou’lt clearly be viewing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, Germany’s future there thou’lt see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Like wondrously rolling phantasmas;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But shudder not, if out of the filth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Arise any foul miasmas!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She spoke, and she laugh’d a singular laugh<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But I undauntedly hasted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hold my head over the terrible hole,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there I eagerly placed it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_376" id="page_376"></a>{376}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll not betray, for silence I vow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The things that I saw and felt there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I scarcely dare to utter a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Good heavens, of what I smelt there!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With deep disgust I think to this day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of that smell, which blended together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In vile and accursèd union, a stench<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of old cabbage and Russia leather.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And heavens! the stink that afterwards rose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was still more filthy and dirty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas as though they had swept together the soil<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From closets six and thirty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know full well what was said by Saint Just<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the famous Committee of Safety:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Great illnesses cannot be cured by musk<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And rose-oil,” he told them with naïveté.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And yet this German futurity’s smell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was infinitely stronger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than aught that my nose could e’er have conceived—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In fact I could bear it no longer.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My senses I lost, and on opening my eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once more, I found myself sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside the goddess, and leaning my head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On her breast, in a manner befitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her look it glisten’d, her mouth it glow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her nostrils twitched, with bacchantic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Excitement she clasp’d the poet, and sang<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With ecstasy fearful and frantic:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Stay with me in Hamburg, I love thee full well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And we’ll eat and drink with gladness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The oysters and wine of present times,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Forgetting the future’s sadness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Put on the cover, for fear lest the stench<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Should all our pleasure cloud over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I love thee no German poet had e’er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A more affectionate lover!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I kiss thee, and I feel myself now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By thy genius quite inspired;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My spirit by a wondrous kind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of paroxysm is fired.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_377" id="page_377"></a>{377}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I feel as though I heard in the street<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The watchmen singing in chorus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis wedding music and bridal songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Sweet friend, that are rising o’er us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The attendants on horseback also approach,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With their torches flaring brightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The torch-dance they dance in dignified wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And hop and spring about lightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The noble and worshipful Senate is there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the elders according to station;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The burgomaster clears his throat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Preparing a lengthy oration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In glittering uniforms also appear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The whole of the corps diplomatic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the name of the neighbouring states to present<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Congratulations emphatic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A clerical deputation, too, comes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By rabbis and pastors guided;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, alas! here Hoffmann also draws near,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With his scissors, as censor, provided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The scissors rattle in his hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And eagerly he races<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To seize thy body,—he cuts thy flesh—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Methinks it by far the best place is.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>CAPUT XXVII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When summer’s pleasant days have come<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll tell you all the history<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the other wonders that came to pass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In that long night of mystery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The olden hypocritical race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thank heaven, is rapidly dying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the grave it is sinking, and owes its death<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To its ceaseless habit of lying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Another race is rising up fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By rouge and by sin untarnish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of genial humour and thoughts,—to it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll tell my story unvarnish’d.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_378" id="page_378"></a>{378}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The youth which the poet’s goodness and pride<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appreciates, puts forth its blossom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And warms itself at his radiant soul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And against his feeling bosom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My heart is loving as the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pure and chaste as the fire;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noblest Graces themselves have tuned<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chords of my sweet lyre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis the selfsame lyre that in his songs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My worthy father uses,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poet Aristophanes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The favourite of the Muses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the previous chapter I tried my hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At copying the conclusion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the play of the “Birds,” which certainly is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My father’s finest effusion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The “Frogs” is also capital. This<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is now, in a German translation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perform’d, I am told, on the stage at Berlin<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For his Majesty’s edification.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The King likes the piece. This shows his taste<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the old-fashion’d style of joking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The late King far more amusement found<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In modern frogs’ loud croaking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The King likes the piece. But nevertheless<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were the author still living, I kindly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would counsel him to trust himself<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Prussia not too blindly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The genuine Aristophanes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would find it no subject for laughter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We should see him move, wherever he went,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a chorus of gendarmes after.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O King, I really wish thee well<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When this piece of advice I’m giving:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Due reverence pay to the poets who’re dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And tender be to the living.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Affront the living poets not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With weapons and flames they are furnish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More terrible far than the lightnings of Jove,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the poets created and burnish’d.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_379" id="page_379"></a>{379}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Affront the gods in Olympus who dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Regardless whether they know it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Affront the mightiest Lord of all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But O, affront not the poet!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The deities harshly avenge in truth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Man’s crimes, and allow him no shelter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fire of hell is passably hot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there he must roast and must swelter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet pious steps can the sinner release<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the flames; for saying masses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And giving to churches with liberal hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From torment a certain pass is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the days are accomplish’d, then Christ will descend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And burst hell’s gloomy portals;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And though he may sit in judgment strict,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He still will acquit many mortals.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And yet there are hells from out of whose clutch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There’s no escape to heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No prayers there avail, and powerless too<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is the Saviour’s pardon even.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is Dante’s hell to thee unknown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With its terrible trinary verses?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man whom the poet there has shut up<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will never escape from his curses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He ne’er will be freed from those musical flames<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By any god or Saviour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So for fear we condemn thee to such a sad hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou hadst better mind thy behaviour!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_380" id="page_380"></a>{380}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="ROMANCERO" id="ROMANCERO"></a>ROMANCERO.</h2> - -<h2><a name="BOOK_I_HISTORIES" id="BOOK_I_HISTORIES"></a><i>BOOK I.—HISTORIES.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When vex’d by slander’s treacherous breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let thy faith soar the higher;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when thy soul is sad unto death,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then strike thou the lyre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A flaming and glowing heroical song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The chords breathe discreetly!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All anger flies, and thy spirit ere long<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will bleed to death sweetly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="RHAMPSENITUS64" id="RHAMPSENITUS64"></a>RHAMPSENITUS.<a name="FNanchor_64_64" id="FNanchor_64_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the King Rhampsenitus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Enter’d in the halls resplendent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his daughter, she was laughing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As was also each attendant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">E’en the blackamoors, the eunuchs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Follow’d in loud chorus after;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en the mummies, e’en the sphynxes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seem’d about to burst with laughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the princess said: “I fancied<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I held the thief securely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it was a dead arm only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That my hand had seized so surely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I can see now how the robber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To thy storehouse penetrated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And despite all bars and fast’nings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All thy treasure confiscated.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_381" id="page_381"></a>{381}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He a magic key possesses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Which the door of house or stable<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Straightway opens; to resist it<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Are the strongest doors unable.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now I’m really not a strong door,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Nor could I resist his pleasure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So this night, while treasure-watching,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Have I lost my little treasure!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Round the chamber danced the princess,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laughing at this notion clever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the maidens and the eunuchs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laugh’d again as loud as ever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On that day all Memphis laugh’d too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E’en the crocodiles so bloody<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laughingly their heads protruded<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the yellow Nile-stream muddy,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When they heard the drum’s loud beating,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the foll’wing proclamation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shouted by the public crier<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the bank, to all the nation:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We, Rhampsenitus, by God’s grace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“King of Egypt, to our loyal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Well-belovèd friends and subjects<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hereby send our greeting royal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the night between the third and<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Fourth of June, the fourteen hundred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Four and twentieth year before Christ,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Came a certain thief, who plunder’d<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Many jewels from the storehouse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where we kept them, and more lately<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Further thefts has perpetrated,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So that we have suffer’d greatly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To discover the offender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Made we our belovèd daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sleep beside the treasure; but he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Robb’d her too, and napping caught her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now, to check this wholesale plunder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And to show our deep affection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For the thief, our admiration,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And our grateful recollection,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_382" id="page_382"></a>{382}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We will give our only daughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As his lawful wife—God bless her!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And to princely rank promote him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Owning him as our successor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Since our son-in-law’s abode is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Unknown to us just at present,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This our rescript shall inform him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That we’ve now made all things pleasant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Done the third of January<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thirteen hundred twenty-six<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Years before Christ; here our seal we,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“King Rhampsenitus, affix.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he kept his word; the thief he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As his son-in-law soon counted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when he was dead, the robber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the throne of Egypt mounted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he ruled like other monarchs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Trade and talent patronizing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fewness of the robb’ries<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his reign was quite surprising.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WHITE_ELEPHANT" id="THE_WHITE_ELEPHANT"></a>THE WHITE ELEPHANT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Great Mahawasant, of Siam the King,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has half of India under his wing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve kings, with the Great Mogul, obey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His rule, and acknowledge his sovereign sway.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each year with banner, trumpet, and drum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Siam the trains with the tribute come;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many thousand camels, with backs piled high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the costliest treasures of earth, draw nigh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the camels he sees with their heavy piles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of the King in secret smiles;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in public in truth he always deplores<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That his storehouses serve not to hold all his stores.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet these storehouses all are so lofty and spacious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So full of magnificence, so capacious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The reality’s splendour surpasses in glory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Arabian Nights’ most wondrous story.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_383" id="page_383"></a>{383}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The “Castle of Indra” call they the hall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In which are display’d the deities all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The golden images, chisell’d with care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all incrusted with jewels so fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full thirty thousand their numbers are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their ugliness passes description far;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A compound of men and animals dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With many a hand and many a head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the “Hall of purple” one wond’ringly sees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some thirteen hundred coral trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As big as palms, a singular sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With spiral branches, a forest bright.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The floor of purest crystal is made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the trees are in it display’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While pheasants of glittering plumage gay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strut up and down in a dignified way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ape on which the monarch doth dote<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A ribbon of silk wears round his throat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence hangs the key that opens the hall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which people the “Chamber of Slumber” call.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All kinds of jewels of value high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All over the ground here scatter’d lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like common peas, with diamonds rare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in size with the egg of a fowl compare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On sacks that stuff’d with pearls appear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Monarch is wont to stretch himself here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ape lies down by the monarch proud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both of them slumber and snore aloud.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the King’s most precious, costly treasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His happiness, his soul’s first pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The joy and the pride of Mahawasant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is truly his snow-white elephant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As a home for a guest so highly respected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A splendid palace the King has erected;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gay lotos-headed columns uphold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its roof, all cover’d with plates of gold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three hundred heralds stand at the gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the elephant’s guard of honour to wait;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And kneeling down with low-bent back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There serve him a hundred eunuchs black.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_384" id="page_384"></a>{384}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For his proboscis the daintiest meat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On golden dishes they bring him to eat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From silver buckets he drinks his wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well season’d with spices sweet and fine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With perfumes they rub him, and otto of roses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his head a chaplet of flowers reposes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The richest shawls that are made in the East<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As carpets serve for the dignified beast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The happiest life appears to be his,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But no one on earth contented is;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noble creature,—one cannot tell why,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gives way to a deep despondency.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The melancholy monster white<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is wretched, all this profusion despite;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fain would enliven and cheer him again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all their cleverest efforts are vain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain with singing and springing there come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bayaderes; the kettle drum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cornet in vain the musicians play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nothing can make the elephant gay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As matters continue to go on badly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The heart of Mahawasant beats sadly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sends for the wisest astrologer known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bids him stand before his throne.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Stargazer, I’ll cut off at once your head”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus speaks he, “unless you can tell me instead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What is it that my poor elephant needs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And why his spirit with sorrow so bleeds.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The other one threw himself thrice on the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And finally spoke with obeisance profound:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O monarch, I’ll tell thee the actual fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And then as thou will’st, thou canst afterwards act.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There lives in the North a woman fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of lofty stature and beauty rare;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thy elephant’s certainly handsome, Sir,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But still not fit to be liken’d to her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Compared with her, he only appears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A little white mouse; her form she rears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like giantess Bimha in Ramajana,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And like the Ephesians’ great Diana.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_385" id="page_385"></a>{385}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Her limbs are combined in a beautiful frame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Two lofty pilasters support the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And proudly and gracefully stand upright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of alabaster dazzling and white.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This is God Amor’s temple gigantic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In other words, love’s cathedral romantic!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As lamp there burns within the fane<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A heart quite free from spot and stain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The poets are nonpluss’d how to begin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To describe the charms of her snow-white skin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“E’en Gautier<a name="FNanchor_65_65" id="FNanchor_65_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a> unable to do it, alas! is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Its whiteness all description surpasses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The highest Himalaya’s snow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Beside her seems ash-grey to grow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The lily that she by accident thumbs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Through envy or contrast yellow becomes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Countess Bianca is the name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of this enormous snow-white dame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At Paris she dwells, in the land of France,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the elephant loves her by singular chance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“By strange and wondrous elective affinity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“She became through a dream his bosom’s divinity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And into his heart this lofty Ideal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“First crept by means of a vision unreal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Since then he’s consumed by a yearning stealthy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And he, who was once so joyous and healthy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As a four-footed Werther sadly stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And dreams of a Lotte in Northern lands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O, Sympathy’s mysterious thrill!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He never saw her, but thinks of her still;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oft tramps he round in the moonlight fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And sighs: ‘O were I a bird of the air!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“His body alone is in Siam, his mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In France with Bianca thou’lt certainly find;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And yet this parting of body and soul<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Must greatly injure his health as a whole.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_386" id="page_386"></a>{386}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From the daintiest morsels revolts his belly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He cares for nothing but vermicelli;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He’s coughing already, and fast grows thinner;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His yearning will kill him, or I’m a sinner.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If thou wouldst save him, preserve him alive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His return to the animal world contrive,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O King, then send the renown’d invalid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Direct to Paris, with utmost speed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“When he on the spot in the actual sight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the beautiful lady can take delight—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of her who the prototype was of his dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He’ll soon be cured of his sadness extreme.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There where his mistress’s glances fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His spirit’s torments will vanish all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Her smiles will the last of the shadows efface<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which in his bosom had taken their place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And then her voice, like a magical tune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Will cure his distracted mind full soon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The flaps of his ears he’ll joyfully raise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And feel as he felt in youthful days.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“All things are so very enchanting and pretty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On the banks of the Seine, in Paris’ fair city!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How thy elephant there will civilized be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Amusing himself right merrily!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But most of all, O monarch, take care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That plenty of money he has with him there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And a letter of credit, all charges to meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On Rothschild Frères in the Rue Lafitte,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For a million of ducats or thereabouts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then Baron Rothschild will harbour no doubts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“About him, but say with an accent mellow:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>The elephant’s really a capital fellow!<span class="spcrt">’</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The astrologer thus discoursed, and then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He threw himself thrice on the ground again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The king with rich presents sent him away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stretched himself, his course to survey.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He thought of this, and he thought of that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Kings seldom find their thoughts come pat).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His ape beside him took his seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both of them fell asleep with the heat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_387" id="page_387"></a>{387}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What he resolved, I’ll hereafter relate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Indian mails are behind their date.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last of these which has come to hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was by way of Suez, and overland.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="KNAVE_OF_BERGEN" id="KNAVE_OF_BERGEN"></a>KNAVE OF BERGEN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Dusseldorf castle on the Rhine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They’re gaily masquerading;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The waxlights sparkle, the company dance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The music their nimbleness aiding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beauteous Duchess dances too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ceases laughing never;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her partner is a slender youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who seems right courtly and clever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He wears a mask of velvet black,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whence merrily is peeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An eye just like a shining dirk<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From out of its sheath half creeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The carnival throng exultingly shout<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As they whirl in the waltz’s embraces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While Drickes and Marizzebill<a name="FNanchor_66_66" id="FNanchor_66_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Salute with loud noise and grimaces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The trumpets crash, and the merry hum<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the double-bass increases,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until the dance to an end has come,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then the music ceases.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Most excellent Lady, thy pardon I beg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis time for me to go now—”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The Duchess said smiling: “You shall not depart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Unless your face you show now.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Most excellent Lady, thy pardon I beg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My face is a hideous creature’s—”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The Duchess said smiling: “I am not afraid,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I insist upon seeing your features.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Most excellent Lady, thy pardon I beg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For night and death are my portion—”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The Duchess said smiling: “I’ll not let you go<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ll see you, despite all your caution.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_388" id="page_388"></a>{388}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain he struggled with gloomy words<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To change her determination;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length she forcibly tore the mask<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From his face for her information.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis the headsman of Bergen!” the throng in the hall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Exclaim with a feeling of terror,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And timidly shrink;—the Duchess rush’d out,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her husband to tell of her error.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Duke was wise, and all the disgrace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the Duchess straightway effac’d he;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He drew his bright sword and said: “Kneel down,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Good fellow!” with accents hasty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“With this stroke of the sword I make you now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A limb of the order knightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And since you’re a knave, you’ll hereafter be call’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Sir Knave of Bergen rightly.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So the headsman became a nobleman proud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the Bergen Knaves’ family founder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A haughty race! they dwelt on the Rhine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though now they all underground are!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_VALKYRES67" id="THE_VALKYRES67"></a>THE VALKYRES.<a name="FNanchor_67_67" id="FNanchor_67_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While below contending forces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fight, above on cloudy horses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three Valkyres ride; their song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the air re-echoes long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Princes wrangle, nations quarrel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Each would bear away the laurel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Conquest is the highest prize,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Highest worth in courage lies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No proud helmet gives protection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Death brings all things in subjection;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the hero’s blood is shed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the wicked win instead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Laurel wreaths, triumphal arches!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the morrow in he marches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who the better one o’erthrew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Winning land and people too.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_389" id="page_389"></a>{389}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Senator and burgomaster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Go to meet the victor faster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With the keys that ope the gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the train then enters straight.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Cannon from the walls are crashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Kettle-drums and trumpets clashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Bells’ loud ringing fills the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And ‘hurrah!’ the people cry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“On the balconies are standing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Smiling beauteous women, handing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the victor flow’ry wreaths;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He with haughty calmness breathes.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HASTINGS_BATTLE-FIELD" id="HASTINGS_BATTLE-FIELD"></a>HASTINGS BATTLE-FIELD.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Abbot of Waltham deeply sigh’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When he heard the tragical story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Harold the king had lost his life<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On Hastings battle-field gory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Two monks, named Asgod and Ailrik, he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As messengers then selected,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To seek at Hastings amongst the dead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For Harold’s body neglected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The monks went forth with sorrowing hearts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And return’d with faces averted:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O Father, the world goes wrong with us now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We seem by Fortune deserted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The better man has fallen in fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O’ercome by that bastard demon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Arm’d thieves amongst them divide the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And make a slave of the freeman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The veriest rascal in Normandy now<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is lord of the island of Britain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A tailor from Bayeux with golden spurs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We saw as gay as a kitten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Woe, woe to the man of Saxon birth!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Ye Saxon sainted ones even,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ye had better take care, ye’re not safe from disgrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“E’en now in the kingdom of heaven.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_390" id="page_390"></a>{390}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The meaning now we can understand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the blood-red comet which lately<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On a broomstick of fire rode through the sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“One night, and astonish’d us greatly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Hastings there was realized<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The evil star’s prediction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Amongst the dead on the battle-field there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We sought with deep affliction.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Till every hope had disappear’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We sought in each direction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The corpse of King Harold, we grieve to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Escaped our close inspection.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas thus that Asgod and Ailrik spoke;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His hands wrung the Abbot, while moan’d he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then sank in deep thought, and finally said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As heavily sigh’d and groan’d he:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Grendelfield, by the bards’ old stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In a hut in the forest, is dwelling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Her whom they Edith the Swanneck call,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In beauty once so excelling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They call’d her Edith the Swanneck erst,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Because her neck in its splendour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Resembled the neck of the swan; the king<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Loved the maid with affection tender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He loved, kiss’d, fondled her long, and then<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Forgot, like a faithless lover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Time’s fleeting on, full sixteen years<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Have since those days pass’d over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now, brethren, go to this woman straight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And bid her return with you quickly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To Hastings; her eye will discover the king<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Mid the corpses scatter’d so thickly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And when you have found his body, with speed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To Waltham Abbey transfer him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That we for his soul due masses may sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And like a Christian inter him.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At midnight’s hour the messengers reach’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hut in the forest, saying:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Awake, O Edith the Swanneck, awake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And follow without delaying.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_391" id="page_391"></a>{391}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Duke of the Normans as victor hath come,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the routed Saxons are flying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And on the field of Hastings the corpse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of Harold the King is lying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Come with us to Hastings, we’re seeking there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The body beneath the dead hidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To bring it to Waltham Abbey with care,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As we by the Abbot are bidden.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Edith the Swanneck girded herself,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And not one word she utter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But follow’d the monks, while her grizzly hair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the wind all wildly flutter’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The poor woman follow’d with naked feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And through marsh, wood, and briar on hied they,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the chalky cliffs on the Hastings coast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the dawning of day descried they.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mist, which like a snowy veil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The battle-field was cloaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dispersed by degrees; the noisy daws<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were flapping their wings and croaking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many thousand corpses were lying there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the earth with blood bespatter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stripp’d naked, and mangled, with many a steed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Among the carcases scatter’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor Edith the Swanneck in the blood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With naked feet now waded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No single spot the searching glance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of her piercing eye evaded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Both here and there she sought, and she oft<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had to scare away the devouring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Black troop of ravens that prey’d on the dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The monks behind her were cowering.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She sought throughout the livelong day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till the shades of the evening were falling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When out of the poor woman’s breast there burst<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A shriek both wild and appalling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For Edith the Swanneck had found at last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The corpse of the king, poor creature!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No word she utter’d, no tear she wept,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She kiss’d each pallid feature.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_392" id="page_392"></a>{392}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She kiss’d his forehead, she kiss’d his mouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her arms encircled him tightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She kiss’d the bloody breast of the king,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Disfigured by wounds unsightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon his shoulder she likewise spied,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cover’d them over with kisses,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three little scars that her teeth had made,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The signs of their former blisses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in the meantime the pair of monks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some branches of trees collected;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These form’d the bier, on which they bore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The body, with hearts dejected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To Waltham Abbey the body they took,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To bury it rightly and duly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Edith the Swanneck follow’d the corpse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of him she had loved so truly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The litanies for the dead she sang<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In childlike pious fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the night they fearfully rang,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The monks pray’d, full of compassion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CHARLES_I" id="CHARLES_I"></a>CHARLES I.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the charcoal-burner’s hut in the wood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sits the king, an object of pity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The charcoal-burner’s child’s cradle he rocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sings this monotonous ditty:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Eiapopeia, why rustles the straw?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The sheep in the stalls bleat loudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou bearest the sign on thy forehead, and smil’st<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In thy sleep so wildly and proudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Eiapopeia, thou bear’st on thy brow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The sign,—and dead is the kitten;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When grown to manhood, thou’lt flourish the axe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the oak in the wood will be smitten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The charcoal-burner’s religion is dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And now no longer receive they,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Eiapopeia,—the faith in a God,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Still less in the king believe they.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_393" id="page_393"></a>{393}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The kitten is dead, and the mice rejoice<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And we from their presence are driven,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Eiapopeia,—I, monarch on earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And God, the monarch in heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My heart grows sicker day by day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My brow grows sterner and sterner;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Eiapopeia,—my headsman art thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou child of the charcoal-burner!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My song of death is thy cradle-song—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Eiapopeia—thou’lt fumble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My grey locks about, and cut them off,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thine axe on my neck will tumble.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Eiapopeia,—why rustles the straw?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou hast gained a kingdom splendid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou strikest off from my body my head,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The life of the kitten is ended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Eiapopeia,—why rustles the straw?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The sheep in the stalls bleat loudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The kitten is dead, and the mice rejoice,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My dear little headsman, sleep proudly!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MARIE_ANTOINETTE" id="MARIE_ANTOINETTE"></a>MARIE ANTOINETTE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The plate-glass windows gleam in the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the Tuileries Castle gaily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet the well-known spectres of old<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still walk about in it daily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Queen Marie Antoinette still doth haunt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The famous pavilion of Flora;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With strict etiquette she holds her court<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At each return of Aurora.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full dress’d are the ladies,—they most of them stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On tabourets others are sitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With dresses of satin and gold brocade,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hung with lace and jewels befitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their waists are small, their hoop-petticoats swell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And from underneath them are peeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their high-heel’d feet, that so pretty appear,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If their heads were but still in their keeping!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_394" id="page_394"></a>{394}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not one of the number a head has on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The queen herself in that article<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is wanting, and so Her Majesty boasts<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of frizzling not one particle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, she with toupée as high as a tower,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In dignity so resplendent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Maria Theresa’s daughter fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The German Cæsar’s descendant,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She, curlless and headless, now must walk<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Amongst her maids of honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, equally headless and void of curls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are humbly waiting upon her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All this from the French Revolution has sprung,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And its doctrines so pernicious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Jean Jacques Rousseau and the guillotine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Voltaire the malicious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet strange though it be, I shrewdly think<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That none of these hapless creatures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have ever observed how dead they are,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How devoid of head and features.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The first <i>dame d’atour</i> a linen shift brings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And makes a reverence lowly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The second hands it to the queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And both retire then slowly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The third and fourth ladies curtsy and kneel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before the queen discreetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they may be able to draw on<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her Majesty’s stockings neatly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A maid of honour curtsying brings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her Majesty’s robe for the morning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another with curtsies her petticoat holds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And assists at the queen’s adorning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mistress of the robes with her fan<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stands by, the time beguiling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as her head is unhappily gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With her other end she is smiling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun his inquisitive glances throws<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inside the draperied casement;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when the apparitions he sees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He starts in fearful amazement.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_395" id="page_395"></a>{395}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SILESIAN_WEAVERS68" id="THE_SILESIAN_WEAVERS68"></a>THE SILESIAN WEAVERS.<a name="FNanchor_68_68" id="FNanchor_68_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No tears from their gloomy eyes are flowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sit at the loom, their white teeth showing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thy shroud, O Germany, now weave we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A threefold curse we’re weaving for thee,—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“We’re weaving, we’re weaving!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A curse on the God to whom our petition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We vainly address’d when in starving condition;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In vain did we hope, and in vain did we wait,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He only derided and mock’d our sad fate,—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>re weaving, we’re weaving!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A curse on the King of the wealthy, whom often<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Our misery vainly attempted to soften;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who takes away e’en the last penny we’ve got,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And lets us like dogs in the highway be shot,—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“We’re weaving, we’re weaving!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A curse on our fatherland false and contriving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where shame and disgrace alone are seen thriving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where flowers are pluck’d before they unfold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where batten the worms on corruption and mould,—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“We’re weaving, we’re weaving!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The shuttle is flying, the loom creaks away,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We’re weaving busily night and day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thy shroud, Old Germany, now weave we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A threefold curse we’re weaving for thee,—<br /></span> -<span class="i8">“We’re weaving, we’re weaving!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="POMARE" id="POMARE"></a>POMARE.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the gods of love are shouting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my heart, and blowing airy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flourishes, and crying: “Hail!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hail, thou mighty queen Pomare!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not the queen of Otaheite<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom ’twas missionaries’ duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To convert; no, she I mean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is a wild untutor’d beauty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twice in every week appears she,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All her subjects quite entrancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that dear Jardin Mabille,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Waltzes and the polka dancing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_396" id="page_396"></a>{396}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Majesty in all her footsteps,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grace and beauty ne’er forsake her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite a princess every inch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whichsoever way you take her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus she dances—gods of love are<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my heart all blowing airy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flourishes, and crying: “Hail!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hail, thou mighty queen Pomare!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She dances. How her figure sways!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What grace her every limb displays!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s as much flitting, leaping, swinging,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if she from her skin were springing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She dances. When she twirls with skill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon one foot, and then stands still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last with both her arms extended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My very reason seems suspended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She dances. ’Tis the very same<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That once Herodias’ daughter came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And danced to Herod. As she dances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her eye casts round it deadly glances.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She’ll dance me frantic. Woman, say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What shall be thy reward to-day?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou smil’st? Quick, herald! to the gateway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Decapitate the Baptist straightway!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yesterday for very bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the mire she wallowèd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to-day, with pride o’erbearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her carriage takes an airing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On its silken cushions she<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rests her head, and haughtily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looks upon the thronging masses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom on foot her carriage passes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I see thee travelling so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then my heart is fill’d with woe!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, this carriage,—so prepare thee,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the hospital will bear thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where unfeeling cruel death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon will take away thy breath,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_397" id="page_397"></a>{397}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the student, with coarse greasy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prentice hand, so free and easy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will cut up thy body fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anatomically there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at Montfaucon thy horses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the knacker’s end their courses.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou hast been by fate befriended<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Better than at first I said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God be praised, all now is ended!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">God be praised, and thou art dead!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In thy poor and agèd mother’s<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Garret thou at length didst die.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She, with love beyond all others,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Closed thy fair eyes tenderly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She a winding-sheet bought duly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a coffin, and a grave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Somewhat close and wretched truly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was the funeral that they gave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No priests at that funeral lonely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sang, no bell toll’d mournfully;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy <i>friseur</i> and poodle only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As thy mourners follow’d thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah!” the former sigh’d: “I often<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Used to comb Pomare’s hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And her long black tresses soften,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Sitting in her easy chair!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the dog,—away he scamper’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the churchyard gate anon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was lodged and fed and pamper’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Afterwards by Rose Pompon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She, the Provençaler, grudged thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy hard-earnèd name of queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a hated rival judged thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Made thee victim of her spleen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, poor queen of jests diurnal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With thy mud crown on thy head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou art saved by God’s eternal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Goodness, thou at last art dead.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_398" id="page_398"></a>{398}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As thy mother, so thy Father<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mercy show’d thee from above;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This He did, methinks, the rather<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In that thou so much didst love.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_APOLLO_GOD" id="THE_APOLLO_GOD"></a>THE APOLLO GOD.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The convent stands high on the rocky steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Rhine beneath it glistens;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The youthful nun doth eagerly peep<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the lattice window, and listens.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A bark of fable is sailing past,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the evening glow tinged brightly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While chequer’d pennons stream from the mast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With laurels and flowers crown’d lightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Amid-ship stands a beauteous youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With flowing auburn tresses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of very ancient cut, in truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His gold and purple dress is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before his feet nine women lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of marble-lovely graces;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A tunic fair and loop’d up high<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each slender form embraces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The golden-tress’d one sweetly sings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And likewise plays his lyre;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The song the poor nun’s bosom stings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sets it all on fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She makes a cross, and once again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The nun repeats the measure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cross scares not her blissful pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor checks her bitter pleasure.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am the god of music bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Revered in every nation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Greece, on Mount Parnassus’ height,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My temple had its station.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Greece I oft have sat and play’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On famed Parnassus’ mountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the cypress’ pleasant shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beside Castalia’s fountain.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_399" id="page_399"></a>{399}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My daughters sat around their Pa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And raised a vocal chorus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sweetly sang: la-la, la-la!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While laughter floated o’er us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bugle rang: tra-ra, tra-ra!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From out the forest loudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There hunted Artemisia,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My little sister, proudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And whensoe’er I took some sips,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I can’t describe it neatly,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out Castalia’s fount, my lips<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Burst into music sweetly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I sang—my lyre, as it replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er its own chords seem’d sweeping;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I felt as if I Daphne spied<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Behind the laurels peeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I sang—ambrosial incense stream’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lightly o’er me hover’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the whole world around me seem’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By a bright halo cover’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A thousand years from Grecia’s land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have I been sadly banish’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet hath my heart in Grecia’s land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Remain’d, though I have vanish’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the costume of the Beguins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the cloak with cap upon it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the coarsest blackest serge,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the youthful nun envelop’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hastily along the Rhine banks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Paces she adown the highway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the road to Holland, asking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eagerly of every passer:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hast thou chanced to see Apollo?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He a scarlet cloak is wearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sweetly sings he, plays the lyre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And he is my darling idol.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_400" id="page_400"></a>{400}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">None will answer her inquiry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many turn their backs in silence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many stare upon her smiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many sigh: “Alas, poor creature!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But along the highway trotting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comes a slovenly old man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Making figures in the air, he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeps on singing through his nose.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He a clumsy wallet carries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a little hat three-corner’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with sharp and smiling eyes he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Listens to the nun’s inquiry:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hast thou chanced to see Apollo?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He a scarlet cloak is wearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sweetly sings he, plays the lyre,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And he is my darling idol.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He however gave this answer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst his little head he waggled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here and there, and comically<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At his sharp beard kept on twitching:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Have I chanced to see Apollo?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yes, I certainly have seen him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When at Amsterdam full often,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the German synagogue.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He was there the leading singer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Known by name of Rabbi Faibisch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which in High-Dutch means Apollo,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But he’s not my idol truly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Scarlet cloak? His scarlet cloak too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I remember; genuine scarlet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the price per ell eight florins,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Not all paid for to this moment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“His old father, Moses Jitscher,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Know I well; he’s circumciser<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the Portuguese, I fancy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And to various sovereigns also.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And his mother is a cousin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of my sister’s husband, trading<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On the Gracht in pickled gherkins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And in worn-out pairs of breeches.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_401" id="page_401"></a>{401}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In their son they take no pleasure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On the lyre he plays not badly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, I grieve to say, far better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Plays he at taroc and ombre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He is likewise a free-thinker,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Lost his place through eating swine’s flesh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And then travell’d round the country<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With some painted low comedians.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the shops and on the markets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Has he acted as Jack-pudding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Holofernes, or King David,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But the latter most excell’d in.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For the king’s own sorrows sang he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the king’s own mother language,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Giving all the proper quavers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the proper olden fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Recently some wenches took he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From the Amsterdam casino,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And he’s travelling with these Muses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Round the country as Apollo.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“One amongst them is a stout one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Squeaking very much and grunting:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On account of her green laurel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Head-dress, they ‘the green sow’ call her.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HYMN_TO_KING_LOUIS69" id="HYMN_TO_KING_LOUIS69"></a>HYMN TO KING LOUIS.<a name="FNanchor_69_69" id="FNanchor_69_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Behold great Louis, Bavaria’s king,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Few monarchs are half so splendid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In him a king the Bavarians revere,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From an ancient line descended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He’s fond of art: fair women to get<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For their portraits to sit, is his passion:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this painted seraglio takes he his walks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In eunuch-artistic fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A marble place of skulls hath he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Near Ratisbon constructed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the arrangements for every head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his own royal person conducted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_402" id="page_402"></a>{402}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Walhalla-companions! A masterpiece,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the merit of every man is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set forth, with his character and his acts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Teut<a name="FNanchor_70_70" id="FNanchor_70_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a> to Schinderhannes.<a name="FNanchor_71_71" id="FNanchor_71_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Luther, the blockhead, amongst them all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has no place in this proud mausoleum;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whale ’mongst the fishes is often left out<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a natural hist’ry museum.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">King Louis is also a poet renown’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whenever sings or plays he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Apollo falls down at his feet and exclaims:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O stop, or you’ll drive me quite crazy!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">King Louis is also a hero renown’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like his child, his little son, Otho,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was chosen to sit on the throne of Greece<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(He disgraced it long ago, tho’).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Louis dies, he’ll canonised be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At Rome by the holy Father;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cat with ruffles a face like his<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With its Glory will look like rather.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As soon as the monkeys and kangaroos<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are converted to Christianity,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’ll make St. Louis their guardian saint,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In proof of their perfect sanity.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TWO_KNIGHTS" id="TWO_KNIGHTS"></a>TWO KNIGHTS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Crapulinski and Waschlapski,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poles in Poland born and bred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fought for their dear country’s freedom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Gainst the Russian tyrant dread.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Boldly did they fight, and lastly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Found at Paris a retreat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Living, just as much as dying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For one’s fatherland, is sweet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like Achilles and Patroclus,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">David and his Jonathan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loved the pair of Poles each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kiss’d, and said: “Kochan! Kochan!”<a name="FNanchor_72_72" id="FNanchor_72_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_403" id="page_403"></a>{403}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Neither e’er betray’d the other,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both were faithful friends and true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Notwithstanding that they Poles were,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Born and bred in Poland too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They the same apartment dwelt in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the selfsame bed slept they,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in noble emulation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scratch’d themselves by night and day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the selfsame beershop dined they,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as neither was content<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the other paid his reckoning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Neither ever paid a cent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas the selfsame washerwoman<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Did the washing for the pair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humming, for their linen came she<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Every month to wash and air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, they really had their linen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each one had two shirts, well-worn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Notwithstanding that they Poles were,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poles in Poland bred and born.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They to-day sit near the chimney,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the flames a bright glow cast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of doors are night, a snowstorm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the coaches driving past.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They a mighty bowl of punch have<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drain’d already and devour’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Understand me, ’twas unsugar’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And unwater’d and unsour’d.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sorrow o’er their souls is creeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tears their furrow’d faces streak:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a voice of deep emotion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus doth Crapulinski speak;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Would that I had here in Paris<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My dear bearskin, my old cotton<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dressing-gown, my catskin-nightcap,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In my fatherland forgotten!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus to him replied Waschlapski:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O thou art a driv’ller true;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of thy home thou’rt over thinking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Catskin-nightcap, bearskin too.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_404" id="page_404"></a>{404}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Poland has not yet quite perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Still our wives to sons give birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And our girls will do so likewise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And produce us men of worth,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Heroes, like great Sobieski,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Like Schelmufski and Uminski,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Eskrokewitsch, Schubiakski,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the mighty Eselinski.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="OUR_MARINE73" id="OUR_MARINE73"></a>OUR MARINE.<a name="FNanchor_73_73" id="FNanchor_73_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a><br /><br /> -(A Nautical tale.)</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A dream of a fleet we lately dreamt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And enjoy’d a sail delicious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far over the wide and boundless sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wind was quite propitious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We gave our frigates the proudest names<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That we in our calendar reckon’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One Hoffmann of Fallersleben we call’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Prutz<a name="FNanchor_74_74" id="FNanchor_74_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a> we christen’d the second.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There floated the cutter Freiligrath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whereon was seen the figure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Moorish king, which gazed below<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a moon (but as black as a nigger).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There floated Gustavus Schwab as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A Pfizer, a Kölle, a Mayer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On each of them stood a Swabian face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each holding a wooden lyre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There floated Birch-Pfeiffer, a brig which bore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On its mast the escutcheon olden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the famous German Admiralty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On tatters black-red-golden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We boldly clamber’d on bowsprit and yard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bore ourselves like sailors;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our jackets were short, our hats betarr’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And our trousers as big as a tailor’s.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full many, who formerly sipp’d but tea<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As husbands kind and forbearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now drank their rum, their pigtail chew’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, seaman-like, took to swearing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_405" id="page_405"></a>{405}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So bright was our vision, we well nigh won<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A naval victory splendid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when return’d the morning sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both fleet and vision had ended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We still were lying at home in bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our limbs all over it sprawling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We rubbed the sleep from out of our eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The following wise speech bawling:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The world is round; why seek to be tost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On the idle billows, faint-hearted?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When we sail round the world, at last we return<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To the point from which we started.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_GOLDEN_CALF" id="THE_GOLDEN_CALF"></a>THE GOLDEN CALF.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fiddle, flute, and horn uniting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the idol-dance inviting—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round the golden calf with springing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All of Jacob’s daughters come—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Brum—brum—brum—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kettle drums and laughter ringing!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Girding up their tunics lightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clasping hands together tightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noble maidens, off’rings bringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Twist, like whirlwinds at the least,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Round the beast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kettle drums and laughter ringing!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Aaron’s self joins in the mazy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Circling dance with motions crazy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His concerns not looking after,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Skips he, in his high-priest’s coat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a goat—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kettle drums and ringing laughter!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="KING_DAVID" id="KING_DAVID"></a>KING DAVID.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Despots smiling yield their breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knowing after their own death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That their slaves but change their master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, if anything, work faster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, poor race! like horse and bull<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They the waggons still must pull,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their backs will soon be broken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If they heed not what is spoken.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_406" id="page_406"></a>{406}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">David said to Solomon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his deathbed: “List, my son!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My most dreaded foe of course is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Joab, general of my forces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This brave general many a year<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I have view’d with hate and fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, however I detest him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I ne’er ventured to arrest him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou, my son, of sterner stuff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fearing God, art strong enough;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis for thee an easy matter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That said Joab’s brains to scatter.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="KING_RICHARD" id="KING_RICHARD"></a>KING RICHARD.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through the silent glades of the forest there springs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An eager horseman proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He blows his horn, he laughs, and he sings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Exultingly and loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His armour is made of the brass most strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But stronger still is his bosom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis Cœur de Lion that’s riding along,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That Christian chivalry’s blossom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou’rt welcome to England!” each verdant bough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Exclaims with joyous assurance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We’re heartily glad, O monarch, that thou<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hast escap’d from thine Austrian durance.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king snuffs up the free air the while,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a newborn creature lives he;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He thinks of his Austrian dungeon vile,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his spurs to his proud horse gives he.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_ASRA" id="THE_ASRA"></a>THE ASRA.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Daily went the wondrous lovely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sultan’s daughter at the cooling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hour of evening to the fountain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the waters white were plashing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Daily at the hour of evening<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood the young slave at the fountain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the waters white were plashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Daily grew he pale and paler.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_407" id="page_407"></a>{407}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And one evening came the princess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these sudden words address’d him:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou must tell me what thy name is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And thy country and thy kindred!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the slave replied: “My name is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Mahomet, I came from Yemmen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And my race is of those Asras,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who, whene’er they love, must perish.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_NUNS" id="THE_NUNS"></a>THE NUNS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who at night the convent walls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Passes, sees the windows brightly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lighted up, for there the spectres<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Make their gloomy circuit nightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis dead Ursulines that join<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the sad and dark procession;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the linen hoods are peeping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Faces young of sweet expression.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tapers bear they in their hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Glimm’ring bloodred and mysterious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strangely echo in the crossway<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whispers low, wails sad and serious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the church the train moves on;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sitting on the wooden benches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the quire, their mournful chorus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Straight begin the’ unhappy wenches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a litany it sounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the words are wild and shocking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They are poor and outcast spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the heavenly portal knocking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Brides of Christ we used to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But by love of earth were chainèd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And we render’d unto Cæsar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Things that unto God pertainèd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Charming is a uniform<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And mustachios smooth and shining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For the epaulettes of Cæsar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Were our hearts in secret pining.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_408" id="page_408"></a>{408}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Antlers to the brow we gave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By our shameless ill behaviour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which the crown of thorns once carried,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We betray’d our heavenly Saviour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Jesus,—mercy’s very self,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Softly wept o’er our transgression,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And he said: ‘Your souls be cursèd<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>For disgracing your profession!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Grave-sprung spectres of the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We must wander in these dreary<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Walls, our folly to atone for,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Miserere! Miserere!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah, within the grave ’tis well!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Though indeed ’tis far more cheery<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the glowing realms of heaven,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Miserere! Miserere!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Jesus sweet, forgive at length<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Our transgression sad and weary;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Let us feel the warmth of heaven,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Miserere! Miserere!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus the troop of nuns sing on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a long-dead clerk is playing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the organ. Hands of spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O’er the keys are wildly straying.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="PALSGRAVINE_JUTTA" id="PALSGRAVINE_JUTTA"></a>PALSGRAVINE JUTTA.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Palsgravine Jutta, in bark so light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is crossing the Rhine in the moonlight bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Countess speaks, while rows the maid:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hast thou yon seven corpses survey’d<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“That, seeking to find us,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Are floating behind us?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So sadly are floating the corpses!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Seven knights were they, who their love confess’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And tenderly sank on my heaving breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And swore to be faithful; so, certain to make<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That they their oaths should never break,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“I seized and bound them,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“And straightway drown’d them,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So sadly are floating the corpses!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_409" id="page_409"></a>{409}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Countess laughs, while the maiden rows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the air her laughter scornfully goes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the water the corpses rise high as the thigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And point with their fingers towards the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In token of swearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With glassy eyes staring—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So sadly are floating the corpses!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_MOORISH_KING" id="THE_MOORISH_KING"></a>THE MOORISH KING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the Alpuxarres’ exile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went the youthful Moorish monarch;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silent and with heart full mournful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heading the procession rode he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And behind, on lofty palfreys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or in golden litters riding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat the women of his household;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swarthy maids on mules were sitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And a hundred trusty followers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rode on noble Arab horses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haughty steeds, and yet the riders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carelessly bestrode the saddles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not a drum and not a cymbal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a single song resounded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silver bells upon the mules, though,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Echoed sadly in the silence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the height, from whence the glances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweep across the Duero valley,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Granada’s battlements<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the last time rise before one,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There the mournful king dismounted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he gazed upon the city<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glittering in the light of evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though deck’d with gold and purple.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, great Allah! what a sight ’twas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the place of that dear crescent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gleam’d the Spaniard’s cross and standard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the tow’rs of the Alhambra.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! deep sighs at this discov’ry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Broke from out the monarch’s bosom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suddenly the tears ’gan falling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a torrent down his cheeks.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_410" id="page_410"></a>{410}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sadly from her lofty palfrey<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Downward gazed the monarch’s mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Looking on her son’s affliction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proudly, bitterly, she chided:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Boabdil el Chico,” said she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like a woman thou bewailest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yonder town, which thou neglectedst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To defend with manly courage.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the monarch’s dearest mistress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heard these words, so harsh and cruel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hastily she left her litter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her lord’s neck embracing fondly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Boabdil el Chico,” said she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Comfort take, my heart-belov’d one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From the deep abyss of sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Blossoms forth a beauteous laurel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Not alone the glorious victor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Not alone the proud triumphant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fav’rite of the blind jade Fortune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But misfortune’s bloody son, too,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And the’ heroic-fighting warrior,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who to destiny o’erpow’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Has succumb’d, will live for ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the memory of mortals.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Mountain of the Moor’s last sigh”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To this very moment call they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yonder height from whence the monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the last time saw Granada.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Time has now fulfill’d full sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His beloved one’s prophecy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Moorish monarch’s name is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reverenced and held in honour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Never will his glory vanish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never, till the last chord’s broken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the last guitar remaining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the land of Andalusia.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_411" id="page_411"></a>{411}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="GEOFFRY_RUDEL_AND_MELISANDA_OF_TRIPOLI" id="GEOFFRY_RUDEL_AND_MELISANDA_OF_TRIPOLI"></a>GEOFFRY RUDÈL AND MELISANDA OF TRIPOLI.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the Château Blay still see we<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tapestry the walls adorning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worked by Tripoli’s fair countess’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Own fair hands, no labour scorning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her whole soul was woven in it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with loving tears and tender<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hallow’d is the silken picture,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which the following scene doth render:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How the Countess saw Rudèl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dying on the strand of ocean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the’ ideal in his features<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Traced of all her heart’s emotion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the first and last time also<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Living saw Rudèl and breathing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her who in his every vision<br /></span> -<span class="i1">Intertwining was and wreathing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over him the Countess bends her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lovingly his form she raises,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his deadly-pale mouth kisses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That so sweetly sang her praises.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! the kiss of welcome likewise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was the kiss of separation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they drain’d the cup of wildest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Joy, and deepest desolation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the Château Blay at night-time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Comes a rushing, crackling, shaking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the tapestry the figures<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Suddenly to life are waking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Troubadour and lady stretch their<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drowsy ghostlike members yonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from out the wall advancing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up and down the hall they wander.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whispers fond and gentle toying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sad-sweet secrets, heart-enthralling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Posthumous gallánt soft speeches,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Minnesingers’ times recalling:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_412" id="page_412"></a>{412}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Geoffry! At thy voice’s music<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Warmth is in my dead heart glowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I feel once more a glimmer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the long-quench’d embers growing!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Melisanda! I awaken<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Unto happiness and gladness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When I see thine eyes; dead only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is my earthly pain and sadness.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Geoffry! Once we loved each other<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In our dreams; now, cut asunder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By the hand of death, still love we,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Amor ’tis that wrought this wonder!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Melisanda! What are dreams?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What is death? Mere words to scare one!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Truth in love alone e’er find we,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And I love thee, ever fair one!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Geoffry! O how sweet our meetings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In this moonlit chamber nightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Now that in the day’s bright sunbeams<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I no more shall wander lightly.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Melisanda! Foolish dear one!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou art light and sun, thou knowest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Love and joys of May are budding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Spring is blooming, where thou goest!”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus those tender spectres wander<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up and down, and sweet caresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Interchange, whilst peeps the moonlight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the window’s arch’d recesses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But at length the rays of morning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scare away the fond illusion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the tapestry retreat they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the wall, in shy confusion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_POET_FERDUSI" id="THE_POET_FERDUSI"></a>THE POET FERDUSI.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Men of gold, and men of silver!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a fool about a thoman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Talks, of silver he is speaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he means a silver thoman.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_413" id="page_413"></a>{413}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In a prince’s mouth, however,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a shah’s, a thoman’s always<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Golden, for a shah will only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give and take in golden thomans.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Worthy people have this notion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Ferdusi thought so also,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The composer of the famous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And immortal work <i>Schah Nameh</i>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This divine heroic poem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the Shah’s command composed he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who for every verse a thoman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Promised to bestow upon him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seventeen times bloom’d the roses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seventeen times did they wither,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the nightingales sang sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were silent seventeen times,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And meanwhile the bard was sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the loom of thought, composing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Day and night, and nimbly weaving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His sweet numbers’ giant-carpet,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Giant-carpet, where the poet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Interwove with skill his country’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chronicles from times of fable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farsistan’s primeval monarchs,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fav’rite heroes of his nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knightly deeds, adventures wondrous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Magic beings, hateful demons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intertwined with flowers of fable.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All were blooming, all were living,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright with colours, glowing, burning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the heavenly rays illumin’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the sacred light of Iran,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the godlike light primeval,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose last pure and fiery temple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spite of Koran and of Mufti,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the poet’s heart flam’d brightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When at last the work was finish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the manuscript the poet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sent to his illustrious patron,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en two hundred thousand verses.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_414" id="page_414"></a>{414}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was in the public bath room,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the bathing place at Gasna,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Shah’s black messengers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Found at last the bard Ferdusi.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each a bag of money carried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which before the poet’s feet he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kneeling placed, to be the guerdon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To reward his minstrel labours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hastily the poet open’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both the bags, his eyes to gladden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the gold so long kept from him,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he saw with consternation<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That the bags contain’d within them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silver only, silver thomans,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some two hundred thousand of them;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bitterly then laugh’d the poet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laughing bitterly, the money<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He divided in three equal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Portions, and a third part gave he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the two black messengers,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each a third, to be his guerdon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the message, and the third part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave he to the man who waited<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his bath, as drinking-money.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then his pilgrim staff he straightway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grasp’d, and left at once the city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And before the gate the dust he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his very shoes rejected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> - -<span class="i0">2.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Had he been, like other men,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Heedless of his words once spoken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And his promise merely broken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I had not been angry then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Suffer <i>this</i>? I never will!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His deceit my heart amazes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Both his double-meaning phrases,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And his silence, falser still.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_415" id="page_415"></a>{415}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He was noble, fair to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Proud his gestures were, and stately;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Other men excell’d he greatly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Every inch a king was he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Firelike did his glance once meet me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As the sun in yonder heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“He, truth’s haughty image even—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And he yet hath deign’d to cheat me.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shah Mahomet full well has dined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his soul to be merry is fully inclined.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the garden at twilight, on purple seat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sits by the fountain. Its splashing sounds sweet,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With looks respectful his servants stand:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His fav’rite Ansari’s amongst the band.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From marble vases a fiery gush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of luxuriant flowers appears to rush.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like Odalisques with graceful arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stand fanning themselves the slender palms.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cypresses stand with branches unfurl’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if dreaming of heaven, forgetting the world.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But sudden to strains of the lute ere long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is heard a gentle mysterious song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Shah sprang up, as if sorely perplex’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who wrote of this song the charming text?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ansari, from whom he sought to know it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Replied: “<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis the work of Ferdusi the poet.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ferdusi!”—exclaim’d the prince in dismay,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where is he? How fares the poet, O say!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ansari gave answer: “In poverty great<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He has lived full long in a mournful state<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At Thus, the native town of the bard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where he in his garden works full hard.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shah Mahomet paused, and presently said:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ansari, a thought has come in my head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To my stables make haste, and with hands unthrifty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Take a hundred mules, and camels fifty.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_416" id="page_416"></a>{416}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And lade them all with every treasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That fills the heart of a mortal with pleasure,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“With splendid articles, rich and rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With costly dresses and furniture fair<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Of sandal wood and ivory white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With gold and silver tissues dight;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“With precious-handled goblets and pots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And leopard-skins, all cover’d with spots,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“With carpets and shawls and the richest brocade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That in my kingdom has ever been made.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And don’t forget to pack with the rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Some glittering arms, and of housings the best,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“As well as drinks of every kind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And eatables such as in pots we find,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And almond cakes and sweetmeats Egyptian,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And gingerbread of every description.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And also add a dozen steeds<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As swift as arrows, of Arab breeds,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And likewise a dozen slaves, black as coals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With bodies of steel, and sturdy souls.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ansari, when all these things thou hast got,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou must start on thy journey, and linger not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thou must take them all with my kind regard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To Thus, to Ferdusi, the mighty bard.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ansari fulfill’d his lord’s behest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And loaded the camels and mules with the best<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And costliest presents, the value of which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was enough to make a whole province quite rich.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In propriâ personâ he left at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The palace, when some three days had past,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And with a general’s banner red<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In front of the caravan he sped.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the end of a week to Thus came they;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The town at the foot of the mountain lay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The caravan the western gate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With shouts and noises entered straight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_417" id="page_417"></a>{417}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The trumpets sounded, the loud drums beat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And songs of triumph rang through the street.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“La Illa Il Allah!” with joyous shout<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The camel drivers were calling out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But through the East gate at the farther end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Thus, at that moment chanced to wend<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The funeral train so full of gloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the dead Ferdusi bore to his tomb.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="VOYAGE_BY_NIGHT" id="VOYAGE_BY_NIGHT"></a>VOYAGE BY NIGHT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The half-moon peer’d from the darksome clouds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With coyness, while rock’d the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when in the bark our places we took,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our number then was three.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There plash’d in the water the strokes of the oar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With sad monotony;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White foaming billows came with a roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sprinkled all of us three.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She stood in the bark, as pale, as slim,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As void of motion too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though she a marble statue were,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Diana’s image true.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon disappear’d. The nightwind piped<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With chilly blast on high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When over our heads there suddenly rose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A wild and piercing cry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas the white and ghostlike seamew’s voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And at that terrible cry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which fearfully rang like a warning call,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All three felt like to die.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Am I in a fever? A vision is this<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of nightly phantasy?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am I aped by a dream? I’m dreaming a dream<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of wild buffoonery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Buffoonery wild! Methinks in my dream<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I a Saviour am;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And faithfully bear the weight of the Cross,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As gentle as a lamb.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_418" id="page_418"></a>{418}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor beauty beside me is sore distress’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But soon I’ll set her free<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From sin and shame and sorrow and pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And earthly misery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor beauty, O be not thou terrified,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though bitter the medicine be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Although my heart may break, I myself<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will mete out death to thee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O folly wild and terrible dream!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O madness fearful to see!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night is yawning, the ocean yells—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O God, have mercy on me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Have mercy on me, O merciful God!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O merciful God! Schaddey!<a name="FNanchor_75_75" id="FNanchor_75_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Something falls in the sea—Alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Schaddey! Schaddey! Adonay!<a name="FNanchor_76_76" id="FNanchor_76_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sun arose, we came to the land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sweet smiled the spring to the view;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when at length we left the bark,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our number then was two.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_PRELUDE" id="THE_PRELUDE"></a>THE PRELUDE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This, then, is America!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This indeed the new world is!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not the present, which already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Europeanized, is with’ring.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This indeed the new world is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As by Christopher Columbus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the ocean extricated;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In its billowy freshness gleams it,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With its watery pearls still dripping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which are scatter’d, colour-sprinkling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the sunlight fair it kisses.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O how healthy this new world is!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis no churchyard of romance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis no ancient Scherbenberg,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All made up of mouldy symbols,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of petrified perukes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_419" id="page_419"></a>{419}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the healthy earth are shooting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Healthy trees, and none amongst them<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Blasé</i> is, or has consumption<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eating up its spinal marrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the branches are disporting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mighty birds. Of chequer’d colours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is their plumage. With their solemn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lengthy beaks, and eyes encircled<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With black marks, like spectacles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They in silence gaze upon thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till they shriek with sudden clamour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And like washerwomen chatter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet I know not what they’re saying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Notwithstanding that I’m learned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In birds’ tongues as Solomon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who a thousand wives rejoiced in,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And with birds’ tongues was acquainted,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not the modern ones alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all dialects whatever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whether dead, or old, or worn-out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">New the land is, new the flowers!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New the flowers and new the fragrance!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fragrance wild, and never heard of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Piercing sweetly through my nostrils,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Teasing, prickling, full of passion—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my subtle sense of smelling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Racks itself with meditating:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where have I e’er smelt this odour?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Was’t in Regent Street, perchance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the sunny arms so yellow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of that Javanese thin woman<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who was always eating flowers?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Was it else at Rotterdam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Near the Column of Erasmus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the wafer-shop notorious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With its most mysterious curtain?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst I in this puzzled fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The new world was contemplating,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeming to instil into it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still more bashfulness,—a monkey,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_420" id="page_420"></a>{420}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who, affrighted, sought the bushes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cross’d himself at my appearance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crying with alarm: “A Spirit!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yes, a Spirit from the old world!”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Monkey, be not thus confounded!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m no spirit, I’m no spectre;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Life within my veins is boiling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m life’s most true-hearted son.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet by living many years<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With the dead, have I adopted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dead men’s manners very likely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And peculiar ways of thinking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“All the fairest years of life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Spent I in Kyffhauser’s cavern,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the Venusberg, and other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Catacombs of the Romantic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Have no fear of me, good monkey!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thee I like, for on thy hairless<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tann’d and shaven hinder-quarters<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou dost bear my fav’rite colours.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Darling colours! Black-red-golden!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, these monkey-buttock-colours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sorrowfully they remind me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the flag of Barbarossa.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="VITZLIPUTZLI" id="VITZLIPUTZLI"></a>VITZLIPUTZLI.</h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On his head he wore the laurel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upon his boots there glitter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Golden spurs,—but notwithstanding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was neither knight nor hero.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was but a robber captain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who within the book of glory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrote with his own wicked hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His own wicked name of—Cortez.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Underneath Columbus’ name he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrote his own,—yes, close beneath it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the schoolboy at his lessons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learns by heart both names together.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_421" id="page_421"></a>{421}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">After Christopher Columbus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He now names Fernando Cortez,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the second greatest man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the new world’s proud Pantheon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heroes’ fate’s last stroke of malice!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That our name should thus be coupled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the name of a vile scoundrel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the memory of mortals!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Were’t not better e’en to perish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All unknown, than draggle with it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through eternity’s long ages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such a name in comradeship?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Master Christopher Columbus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a hero,—and his temper,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That was pure as e’en the sunlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was as gen’rous in addition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many people much have given,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Columbus to the world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath a world entire imparted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ’tis call’d America.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He had not the power to free us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From our dreary earthly prison,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he managed to enlarge it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And our heavy chain to lengthen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mortals thankfully revere him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being, not of Europe only,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of Africa and Asia,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Equally quite sick and weary.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One alone, one hero only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave us more and gave us better<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than Columbus—that one mean I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who a God bestow’d upon us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His old father’s name was Amram,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his mother’s Jochebed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And himself, his name was Moses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he is my greatest hero.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, my Pegasus, thou’rt loitering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far too long with this Columbus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know thou that our flight to-day is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the lesser man,—with Cortez.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_422" id="page_422"></a>{422}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So extend thy colour’d pinions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wingèd steed! and carry me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the new world’s beauteous country<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they Mexico entitle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Carry me to yonder castle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which the monarch Montezuma<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kindly offer’d to his Spanish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guests, to be their habitation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not mere food and shelter only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In extravagant profusion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave the prince these foreign strollers,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presents rich and precious also,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Valuable, wrought with cunning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All of massive gold, and jewels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bear gay witness to the monarch’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Generosity and favour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This uncivilised, unlearned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Superstitious, blinded heathen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still believed in faith and honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sacredness of guest-right.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He accepted a proposal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be present at a banquet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Spaniards in their castle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wish’d to give, to do him honour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And with all his court attendants<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came the inoffensive monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kindly to the Spanish quarters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where by trumpets he was greeted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What they call’d the entertainment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know I not. ’Twas very likely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Spanish Truth!” of which the author’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Name was Don Fernando Cortez.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cortez gave the signal—straightway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They attack’d the peaceful monarch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they bound him and retain’d him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the castle as a hostage.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But poor Montezuma died there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the dam was broken down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which the bold adventurers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the people’s wrath protected.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_423" id="page_423"></a>{423}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Terribly began the tempest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a wild and furious ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raved and bluster’d ever nearer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The excited human billows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Valiantly in truth the Spaniards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drove the tempest back. But daily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the castle fresh blockaded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the conflict was exhausting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the King was dead, the convoys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of provisions ceased entirely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In proportion as the rations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shorter grew, each face grew longer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With long faces on each other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gazed the sons of Spain with sadness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they sigh’d, when they bethought them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of their cosy Christian dwellings<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In their cherish’d fatherland,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the pious bells were ringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upon the hearth there bubbled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peaceful olla podridas,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thickly studded with garbanzos,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under which, with waggish fragrance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chuckling famously, were hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those dear garlic sausages.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the leader held a council,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And upon retreat decided;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the following morn at daybreak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the force to leave the city.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Easy ’twas for clever Cortez<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cunningly to gain an entrance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But retreat to terra firma<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Offer’d fatal obstacles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mexico, the island city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a mighty lake is founded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the middle, wave-surrounded:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en a haughty water fortress,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the continent connected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But by ships and rafts and bridges,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which repose on piles gigantic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little islands forming forts.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_424" id="page_424"></a>{424}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas before the sun had risen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That their march began the Spaniards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a single drum was beaten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a trumpeter was blowing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas their object not to waken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From their quiet sleep their hosts—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(For a hundred thousand Indians<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were encamp’d in Mexico).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet without his host the Spaniard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reckon’d, when his plans he settled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the Mexicans had risen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earlier still to-day than he had.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the rafts and on the bridges,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the forts they all were waiting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That they to their guests might offer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then and there the parting cup.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the rafts and forts and bridges<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ha! a frantic banquet follow’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In red torrents stream’d the blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the bold carousers struggled,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Struggled, body press’d to body,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we see on many naked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indian breasts the arabesque<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Spanish arms imprinted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas a throttling and a choking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a butchery that slowly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sadly slowly, roll’d still onward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over rafts and forts and bridges.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst the Indians sang and bellow’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silently the Spaniards struggled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Step by step with toil and labour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For their flight a footing gaining.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fighting thus in narrow passes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small to-day the’ advantage lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In old Europe’s strategy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or her cannons, armour, horses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many Spaniards in addition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the gold were heavy laden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lately captured or extorted—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! that yellow load of sin<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_425" id="page_425"></a>{425}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lamed and hemm’d them in the conflict,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the devilish metal proved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to the poor spirit only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ruinous, but to the body.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And meanwhile the lake around them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With canoes and barks was cover’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Archers in them sat, all shooting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the rafts and forts and bridges.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True they hit in the confusion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many of their Indian brethren,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they also hit full many<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Excellent and brave hidalgos.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the third bridge fell at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor young Gaston, who was bearing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On that day the flag whereon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the Holy Virgin’s image.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">E’en this image’ self was struck<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the missiles of the Indians;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six such missiles were left sticking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In its very heart,—bright arrows,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like those swords of golden colour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which transfix the sorrowing bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Mater Dolorosa<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Good Friday’s sad procession.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gaston, when he died, made over<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His proud banner to Gonsalvo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who soon afterwards was stricken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en to death, and died. Then Cortez<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seized himself the precious banner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, the leader, and he bore it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his steed till tow’rd the evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the fight at length was over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On that day a hundred Spaniards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell, and sixty in addition;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eighty more alive were taken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the Indians’ cruel hands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many of them sorely wounded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who ere long their breath surrender’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a dozen horses, too, were<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Partly kill’d and partly captured.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_426" id="page_426"></a>{426}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cortez and his army only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just at evening gain’d the shelter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the shore, a seacoast planted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Niggardly with weeping willows.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the battle day is over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comes the frantic night of triumph<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So in Mexico a hundred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thousand lamps of joy are flaring;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hundred thousand lamps of joy, with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woodpine torches, pitch-ring fires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throw a light as clear as daylight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over palaces and temples,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And guildhouses,—likewise over<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vitzliputzli’s splendid temple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Idol-fortress built of red brick,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strangely like the old Egyptian,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Babylonian, and Assyrian<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Monster buildings so colossal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we see them in the pictures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the English Henry Martin.<a name="FNanchor_77_77" id="FNanchor_77_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, it is the same broad staircase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So exceeding broad, that on it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many thousand Mexicans<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up and down are walking freely,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst upon the steps are lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mighty troops of savage warriors,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Banqueting in joyous fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flush’d with triumph and with palm-wine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This great staircase leadeth upwards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a zigzag to the platform,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By a balustrade surrounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the summit of the temple.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There, upon his altar-throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sits the mighty Vitzliputzli,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mexico’s bloodthirsty wargod.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is but an evil monster,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_427" id="page_427"></a>{427}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But so droll is his exterior,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of carvings, and so childish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That despite our inward horror<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It must needs excite our laughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His appearance altogether<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brought to mind a combination<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the “Dance of Death” at Basle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Mannekin at Brussels.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the god’s left side his priests are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Station’d, on his right the people;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ornaments of colour’d feathers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are to-day the former wearing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the altar-stairs of marble<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Squats a man a hundred years old;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his chin and skull no hair is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he wears a scarlet waistcoat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He’s the priest of sacrifices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his bloody knife he’s whetting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he whets, he grins, and ofttimes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leers upon the god above him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vitzliputzli seems the glances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his servant to appreciate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he twitches every eyelash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his lips at times he twitches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the altar steps squat also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The musicians of the temple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kettle-drummers, cowhorn blowers—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loud the clatter, loud the tooting!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Loud the clatter, loud the tooting!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Mexican Te Deum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rises up in noisy chorus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if many cats were mewing—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As if many cats were mewing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But of that enlarged description<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which are “tiger-cats” entitled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, instead of mice, eat people!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the nightwind carries with it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These loud noises to the seashore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor Spaniards there encamping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feel sensations far from pleasant.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_428" id="page_428"></a>{428}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sadly ’neath the weeping willows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the Spaniards still remaining,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gazing tow’rd the distant city<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which within the dark sea water<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Mirrors back, in sheer derision,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the flames of former pleasure—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There they stand, as in the pit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a vast gigantic playhouse,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vitzliputzli’s temple’s radiant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Platform serving as the stage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where they act a tragic myst’ry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To commemorate their triumph.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Human sacrifice” the play is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old, full old, its plot, its fable;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the piece is not so fearful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Christian treatment of it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For into the blood is red wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And into the actual body<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a thin and harmless wafer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Transubstantiated truly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Mongst these savages at present<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the joke in downright earnest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Taken up; they fed on flesh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the blood was human blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This time ’twas indeed the pure blood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of old Christians, which had never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never mingled with the baser<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blood of Jews or of Moriscos.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O be joyful, Vitzliputzli!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For to-day ’tis Spanish blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou mayst refresh thy nostrils<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With its warm scent greedily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Eighty Spaniards will be slaughter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On this day to do thee honour—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud repast to grace the table<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of thy priests, who flesh delight in.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the priest is but a mortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And poor man, unhappy glutton,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cannot, like the gods, live only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On sweet smells and savoury odours.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_429" id="page_429"></a>{429}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hark! the death-drum now is beating,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the evil cowhorn screeches!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They proclaim the’ approaching advent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the victims’ sad procession.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Eighty Spaniards, vilely naked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their hands securely fasten’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To their backs, are harshly driven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up the temple’s lofty staircase.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And to Vitzliputzli’s image<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They must bow the knee right humbly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And must dance the wildest dances,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forcibly constrain’d by tortures,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All so terrible and fearful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That their madden’d screams of anguish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Overpow’r the whole collective<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cannibals’ wild charivari.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor spectators by the ocean!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cortez and his warlike comrades<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But too plainly could distinguish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All their friends’ loud cries of torment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the stage, too clearly lighted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They could see, alas! too plainly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every figure, every gesture,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See the knife and see the blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then from off their heads their helmets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silently they took, and kneeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chaunted they the death-psalm sadly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they sang the De Profundis.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Mongst the number of the victims<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was young Raimond de Mendoza,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Offspring of the lovely abbess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cortez’ first and youthful love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he on the stripling’s bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw the well-remember’d locket<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which enclosed his mother’s portrait,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bitter, bitter tears wept Cortez—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But from off his eyes he wiped them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his buffalo’s hard gauntlet—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deeply sigh’d, and sang in chorus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the others: Miserere!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_430" id="page_430"></a>{430}</span></p> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now the stars are glimm’ring paler,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the morning mists are rising<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the ocean-flood, like spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dragging their white shrouds behind them.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Feasts and lights are all extinguish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the temple of the idol,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where, upon the blood-soak’d pavement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Priest and laity lie snoring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">None are waking, save Red Jacket.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the last lamp’s flickering glimmer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sickly grinning, grimly jesting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus the priest his god addresses:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Vitzliputzli, Putzlivitzli!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Darling god, my Vitzliputzli!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou to-day hast had amusement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And has smelt a fragrant odour!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Spanish blood to-day we offer’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O how savourily steam’d it!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And thy fine and dainty nostrils<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Suck’d the scent in, full of rapture!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We’ll to-morrow slay the horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Neighing noble monsters are they,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Offspring of the tempest spirits’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Amorous toying with the seacow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If thou’lt gracious be, I’ll slaughter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In thine honour my two grandsons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pretty children,—sweet their blood is,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My old age’s only pleasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But indeed thou must be gracious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And must grant us further triumphs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Let us conquer, darling godhead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Putzlivitzli, Vitzliputzli!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“All our enemies destroy thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All these strangers who from distant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And still undiscover’d countries<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hither came across the ocean—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wherefore did they leave their dwellings?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Was it crime or hunger drove them?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Stop at home and live in quiet’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is a sensible old proverb.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_431" id="page_431"></a>{431}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What is their desire? Our money<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Stick they in their greedy pockets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And they wish us to be happy—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So they tell us,—in the heavens!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We at first believed them fully<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Beings of a higher order,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Children of the Sun, immortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Arm’d with lightning and with thunder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But they’re only men, as mortal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As ourselves; my knife to-night has<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Proved beyond all doubt and question<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their extreme mortality.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They are mortal, and no fairer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Than ourselves, and many of them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Are as ugly as the monkeys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And their faces, like the latter,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Are all hairy, and ’tis whisper’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Many of them carry hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In their breeches monkeys’ tails, for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Those not monkeys need no breeches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Morally they’re also ugly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And of piety know nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And ’tis said that they’re accustom’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their own deities to swallow!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O destroy this vile abandon’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wicked brood, these god-devourers—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Vitzliputzli, Putzlivitzli,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Let us conquer, Vitzliputzli!”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus the priest address’d the god,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the god’s reply resounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sighing, rattling, like the nightwind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toying with the ocean sedges:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Red-coat, red-coat, bloody slayer!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou hast slaughter’d many thousands,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Plunge thy sacrificial knife now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In thine own old worn-out body!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From thy body, thus slit open,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Will thy spirit make its exit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Over roots and over pebbles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tripping to the green frog’s pond.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_432" id="page_432"></a>{432}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There thou’lt find my aunt, the rat-queen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Squatting, and she’ll thus address thee:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>So good morning, naked spirit!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Pray how fares it with my nephew?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Is he Vitzliputzlied nicely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>In the gold-light, sweet as honey?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Does good fortune from his forehead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Brush away all flies and sorrows?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Or does Katzlagara scratch him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Hated goddess of all evil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>With her black paws made of iron,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Which are steep’d in adder’s poison?’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Naked spirit, give this answer:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Vitzliputzli sends thee greeting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>And a pestilence he wishes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>In thy belly, thou accurst one!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Thou didst urge him to the conflict,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>And thy counsel was destruction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Soon will be fulfill’d the evil<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Old and mournful prophecy<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Of the kingdom’s subjugation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>By the men so fiercely bearded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Who on wooden birds all flying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>From the Eastern land come hither.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>There’s an ancient proverb also—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Woman’s will is God’s will likewise—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>And the God’s will is redoubled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>When the woman is his mother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>She it is that wakes my anger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>She, the haughty queen of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>She, a pure and spotless virgin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>Working charms and versed in magic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>She protects the Spanish people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>And we all at length must perish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>I, the poorest of the godheads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>And my poor, dear Mexico.’—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“When thou hast fulfill’d thy message,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red-coat, let thy naked spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a sandhole creep; sleep soundly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out of sight of all my misery.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_433" id="page_433"></a>{433}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This proud temple will be shatter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I myself shall in its ruins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Disappear,—mere dust and rubbish,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No one e’er again will see me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet I shall not die; we godheads<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Grow as old as do the parrots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And we cast our skins, and like them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Only change at times our feathers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To my foemen’s native country<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which they give the name of Europe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I shall fly away, beginning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“There a really new career.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll turn devil, and the god<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then shall be a God-be-with-us;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As my foemen’s evil spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I can work as best may suit me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There my enemies I’ll trouble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And alarm them all with phantoms;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“As a foretaste of hell’s torments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Brimstone they shall smell in plenty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Both their wise men and their doltards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll allure with my seductions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And their virtue will I tickle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Till it laughs like any strumpet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, I’ll turn into a devil,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And salute as my dear comrades<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Satanas and Belial with him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Astaroth and Beelzebub.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thee I’ll also greet, O Lilis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sin’s own mother, smooth-skinn’d serpent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Teach me all thy dreadful secrets,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the charming art of lying!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My belovèd Mexico,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I no longer can preserve thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But I’ll fearfully avenge thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My belovèd Mexico!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_434" id="page_434"></a>{434}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="BOOK_II_LAMENTATIONS" id="BOOK_II_LAMENTATIONS"></a><i>BOOK II.—LAMENTATIONS.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Good fortune quite a fickle miss is,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in one place will never stay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hair from off thy face with kisses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She strokes, and then she flies away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Misfortune to her heart, however,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To clasp thee tightly, ne’er omits;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She says she’s in a hurry never,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sits down beside thy bed and knits.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WOOD_SOLITUDE" id="WOOD_SOLITUDE"></a>WOOD SOLITUDE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In former days, in my life’s young morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wore a garland my brow adorning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How wondrously glisten’d then every flower!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The garland was fill’d with a magical power.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While all in the beautiful garland took pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its wearer they hated beyond all measure;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fled from the envy of mortals rude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fled to the wood’s green solitude.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the wood! to the wood! A life of enjoyment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With spirits and beasts was my sole employment.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fairies and stags, with their antlers tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without any fear approach’d me all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They all approach’d me without any terror,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this they knew they committed no error;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I was no huntsman, the doe well knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I was no babbler, the fairies saw too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">None but fools ever boast of the fays’ approbation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But how the remaining gentry of station<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That lived in the forest treated me well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve not the slightest objection to tell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How round me hover’d the elfin rabble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That airy race, with their charming gabble!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis dangerous truly their gaze to meet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bliss it imparts is so deadly, though sweet.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_435" id="page_435"></a>{435}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With May dance and May games amused they me highly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tales of the court narrated they slily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For instance, the scandalous chronicles e’en<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of lovely Titania, the faery queen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If I sat by the brook, with leaping and springing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose out of the flood, their tresses wringing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With long silver veils and fluttering hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The water-bacchantes, the nixes fair!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They play’d on the lute and the fiddle so sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And danced the nixes’ famed dances discreetly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tunes that they sang, the antics they play’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of rollicking boisterous madness seem’d made.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And yet at times was much less alarming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noise that they made; these elfins charming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before my feet lay quietly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their heads reclining on my knee.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some foreign romances they trill’d,—for example<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll name the “three oranges” song as a sample;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hymn of praise they sang also with grace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On me and my noble human face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They oft interrupted their songs with loud laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many critical matters inquiring after,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For instance: “On what particular plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Did God determine on fashioning man?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Is each individual’s soul altogether<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Immortal? These souls, are they made all of leather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Or stiff linen only? How comes it to pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That almost every man is an ass?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The answers I gave, I’ll conceal for the present,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet my immortal soul (which is pleasant)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was not in the slightest degree ever hurt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the prattling talk of a water-sprite pert.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While sportive and roguish are elfins and nixes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not so the truehearted earth-spirits and pixies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which love to help man. I prefer most of all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The race that they dwarfs or mannikins call.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They all wear a long and swelling red doublet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their face is noble, though care seems to trouble it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I let them not see that I had descried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why they their feet so carefully hide.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_436" id="page_436"></a>{436}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They all have ducks’ feet, but object much to show it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fancy that nobody else can know it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their sorrow’s so deep and hard to bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That to teaze them about it I never could dare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas! we all, like those dwarfs full of feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We all have something that needs concealing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Christians, we fancy, have ever descried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where we our ducks’ feet so carefully hide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Salamanders for me had never attractions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I learnt very little respecting their actions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From other wood spirits. They pass’d me by night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like fleeting shadows, mysteriously light.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They are thin as a spindle, and long as a baby,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With breeches and waistcoats tight-fitting as may be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of scarlet colours, embroider’d with gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their faces are sickly and yellow and old.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A golden crown, with rubies all over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The head of each of their number doth cover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole of these vain conceited elves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite absolute monarchs consider themselves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That they are not burnt in the fire is truly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A great piece of art, I acknowledge it duly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet the uninflammable wight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is far from being a true fire-sprite.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sharpest woodspirits are mandrakes however;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Short legs have these bearded mannikins clever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They have old men’s faces, the length of a span,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But whence they proceed, is a secret to man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When head over heels in the moonlight they tumble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They remind one of roots in their nature quite humble;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But as my welfare they always have sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their origin really to me matters nought.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In small acts of witchcraft they gave me instructions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How to exorcise flames, ply the birds with seductions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And also to pluck on Midsummer night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The root that makes one invisible quite.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They taught me the stars and strange signs—how astraddle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ride on the winds without any saddle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Runic sentences, able to call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead from out of their silent graves all.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_437" id="page_437"></a>{437}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They also taught me the whistle mysterious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That serves to deceive the woodpecker serious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And makes him give us the spurge, to show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where secret treasures are hidden below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The words that ’tis needful for people to mutter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When digging for treasure, they taught me to utter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all in vain, for I ne’er got by heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The treasure-digger’s wonderful art.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For money in fact I then cared not a tittle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My wants were soon satisfied, being but little;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I possess’d many castles in Spain’s fair land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The income from which came duly to hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O charming time, when the heaven’s high arches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With fiddles were hung, when elfin marches<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nixes’ dances and cobolds’ glad play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My story-drunk heart enchanted all day!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O charming time, when into auspicious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Triumphal arches the foliage delicious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appear’d to be twining! I wander’d around,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My brow, like a victor’s, with laurel-wreath crown’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That charming time has utterly vanish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all those pleasures for ever are banish’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, ah! they have stolen the garland so fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I was then wont on my head to wear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The garland is gone that my locks shaded over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But how it happen’d, I ne’er could discover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet since that beauteous garland they stole,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My spirit has seem’d deprived of its soul.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ghosts of the world, with looks dimly staring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaze on me, and heaven seems barren and glaring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A churchyard blue, its deities gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I roam in the forest, depress’d and alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the forest have vanish’d the elves with their graces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Horns hear I, and yelping of dogs in their places;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While hid in the thicket, the trembling roe<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is licking her wounds with tearful woe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And where are the mandrakes? Methinks they are biding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In clefts of the rocks, as a safe place of hiding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My dear little friends, I’m returning again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But reft of my garland and joy I remain.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_438" id="page_438"></a>{438}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O where is the fairy, with hair long and golden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First beauty to whom I was ever beholden?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The oak-tree wherein her lifetime she pass’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands mournfully stripp’d, and bared by the blast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The waves of the streamlet run sad as the Styx’s;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside its lone banks sits one of the nixes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As pale and as mute as a figure of stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While marks of deep grief o’er each feature are thrown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I softly approach’d her with heartfelt compassion,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She arose and gazed on me in singular fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then she fled with a terrified mien,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if she some fearful spectre had seen.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SPANISH_LYRICS" id="SPANISH_LYRICS"></a>SPANISH LYRICS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas on Hubert’s day—the year was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thirteen hundred, three and eighty—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the king a banquet gave us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the castle at Segovia.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These state banquets just the same are<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Everywhere, and at the tables<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all princes sov’reign tedium<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yawns with uncontested vigour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Everywhere the same silk rabble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaily dress’d, and proudly nodding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a bed of gorgeous tulips;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Different only are the sauces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whispers all the time and buzzing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lull the senses like the poppy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the sound of trumpets wakes us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From our state of chewing deafness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Near me, by good luck, was sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don Diego Albuquerque,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From whose lips the conversation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flow’d in one unbroken torrent.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He with wondrous skill related<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bloody stories of the palace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the times of old Don Pedro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom they call’d the cruel monarch.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_439" id="page_439"></a>{439}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I ask’d him why Don Pedro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caused his brother Don Fredrego<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be secretly beheaded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a sigh my neighbour answer’d:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, Señor! the tales believe not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jingled on their vile guitars by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Balladsingers and muledrivers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In posadas, beershops, taverns.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And believe not what they chatter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the love of Don Fredrego<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Don Pedro’s wife so beauteous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Donna Blanca of Bourbon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas not to the husband’s jealous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feelings, but to his low envy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That as victim fell Fredrego,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chief of Calatrava’s order.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the crime Don Pedro never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would forgive him, was his glory,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glory such as Donna Fama<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loves with trumpet-tongue to herald—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Never could Don Pedro pardon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His magnanimous high spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the beauty of his person,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which was but his spirit’s image.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Still within my memory blossoms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That slim graceful hero-flower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er shall I forget those lovely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dream-like, soft and youthful features.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They were just of that description<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the fairies take delight in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a fable-seeming secret<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spoke from all those features plainly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Blue his eyes were, their enamel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Being dazzling as a jewel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a jewel’s staring hardness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seem’d reflected in them likewise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Black his hair was in its colour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bluish black, and strangely glistening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in fair luxuriant tresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Falling down upon his shoulders.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_440" id="page_440"></a>{440}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the charming town of Coimbra<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which he from the Moors had taken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the last time I beheld him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this world,—unhappy prince!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was coming from Alcanzor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the narrow streets fast riding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many a fair young Moorish maiden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eyed him from her latticed window.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O’er his head his helm-plume floated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gallantly, and yet his mantle’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rigid Calatrava cross<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scared away all loving fancies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By his side, and gaily wagging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his tail, his favourite Allan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sprang,—a beast of proud descent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whose home was the Sierra.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He, despite his size gigantic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was as nimble as a reindeer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Noble was his head to look at,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though the fox’s it resembled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Snow-white and like silk in softness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down his back his long hair floated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with rubies bright incrusted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was his broad and golden collar.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was said this collar hid the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Talisman fidelity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never did the faithful creature<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave the side of his dear master.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O that fierce fidelity!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It excites my startled feelings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I think how ’twas made public<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, before our frighten’d presence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O that day so full of horror!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, within this hall, it happen’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as I to-day am sitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the monarch’s table sat I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the high end of the table,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where to-day young Don Henrico<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaily tipples with the flower<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Castilian chivalry,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_441" id="page_441"></a>{441}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On that day there sat Don Pedro<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Darkly silent, and beside him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proudly radiant as a goddess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat Maria de Padilla.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the table’s lower end, where<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here to-day we see the lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the linen frill capacious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a white plate in appearance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whilst her yellow face is gilded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a smile of sour complexion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the citron that is lying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the plate already mention’d,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the table’s lower end here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a place remaining empty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some great guest of lofty station<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seem’d the golden seat to wait for.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don Fredrego was the guest, for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom the golden seat was destined;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet he came not,—ah! now know we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But too well why thus he tarried.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! that selfsame hour the wicked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deed of blood was consummated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the innocent young hero<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suddenly attack’d and basely<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By Don Pedro’s myrmidons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tightly bound, and quickly hurried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a dreary castle dungeon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lighted only by some torches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Executioners stood ready,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their bloody chief was with them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, upon his axe while leaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus with sadden’d look address’d him:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now, Grand Master of San Jago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Now must thou for death prepare thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Just one quarter of an hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Still is left for thee to pray in.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don Fredrego then knelt humbly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he pray’d with pious calmness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then said: “I now have finish’d,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And received the stroke of death.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_442" id="page_442"></a>{442}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the very selfsame moment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the head roll’d on the pavement,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faithful Allan, who had follow’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All unseen, sprang quickly to it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With his teeth the head straight seized he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the long luxuriant tresses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with this much valued booty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shot away with speed of magic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Agonizing shouts resounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Everywhere as on he hasten’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the passages and chambers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes upstairs, sometimes downstairs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Since the banquet of Belshazzar<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never company at table<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was so utterly confounded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As was ours that fill’d this hall then,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the monstrous creature leapt in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the head of Don Fredrego,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which he with his teeth was dragging<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the dripping bloody tresses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the seat which, being destined<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his master, still was empty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sprang the dog and like a plaintiff<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Held the head before our faces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah! it was the well-remember’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hero’s features, but still paler<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And more solemn now when dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all-fearfully encircled<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the locks in black luxuriance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which stood up as did the savage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Serpent-headdress of Medusa,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turning into stone through terror.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, turn’d into stone felt all then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wildly stared we on each other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And each tongue was mute and palsied<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both by etiquette and horror.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Maria de Padilla<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Broke the universal silence;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wringing hands, and sobbing loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She forebodingly lamented:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_443" id="page_443"></a>{443}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now it will be said ’twas I that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Brought about this cruel murder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Rancour will assail my children,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My poor innocent young children!—”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don Diego interrupted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At this place his tale, observing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the company had risen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the court the hall was leaving.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kind and courteous in his manners,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the knight became my escort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we rambled on together<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the ancient Gothic castle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the crossway which conducted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the kennels of the monarch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which proclaimed themselves already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By far growling sounds and yelpings,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There I noticed, built up strongly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the wall, and on the outside<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Firmly fasten’d by strong iron,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a cage, a narrow cell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And inside it sat two human<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Figures, two young boys appearing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the legs securely fetter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the dirty straw they squatted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Scarcely twelve years old the one seem’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarcely older seem’d the other;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair and noble were their faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But through sickness thin and sallow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They were clothed in rags, half naked,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their wither’d bodies offer’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plainest signs of gross ill-treatment;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both with fever shook and trembled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the depth of their deep mis’ry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They upon me turn’d their glances;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White and spirit-like their eyes were,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I felt all terror-stricken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Who, then, are these wretched objects?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I exclaim’d, with hasty action<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don Diego’s hand tight grasping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which was trembling as I touch’d it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_444" id="page_444"></a>{444}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don Diego seem’d embarrass’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look’d if any one was listening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deeply sigh’d, and said, assuming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mere worldling’s jaunty accents:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These are children of a monarch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Early orphan’d, and their father<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was Don Pedro, and their mother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was Maria de Padilla.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">After the great fight at Narvas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Henrico Transtamara<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Freed his brother, this Don Pedro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From his crown’s oppressive burden,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And from that still greater burden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which by men is Life entitled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don Henrico’s victor-kindness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Also reach’d his brother’s children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Under his own care he took them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As becomes a kindly uncle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in his own castle gave them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Free of charge, both board and lodging.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Narrow is indeed the chamber<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he there allotted to them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet in summer it is coolish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And not over cold in winter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For their food, they live on ryebread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As delicious in its flavour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if Ceres’ self had baked it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For her dear child Proserpina.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oftentimes he also sends them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite a bowl-full of garbanzos,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the youngsters in this manner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn that ’tis in Spain a Sunday.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet not always is it Sunday,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And garbanzos come not always,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the upper huntsman treats them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a banquet with his whip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For this worthy upper huntsman,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is with the care entrusted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the pack of hounds, together<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the cage that holds the nephews,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_445" id="page_445"></a>{445}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is the most unhappy husband<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that acid Citronella<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the frill so white and plate-like,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom we saw to-day at table;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And she scolds so loud, that often<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the whip her husband seizes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hither hastens, and chastises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First the dogs, and then the children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the king is very angry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his conduct, and commanded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That his nephews should in future<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never like the dogs be treated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He will not entrust to any<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mercenary fist the duty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of correcting them, but do it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his own right hand henceforward.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Suddenly stopp’d Don Diego,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the castle Seneschal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now approach’d us, and politely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask’d: Had we enjoy’d our dinner?—<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_EX-LIVING_ONE" id="THE_EX-LIVING_ONE"></a>THE EX-LIVING ONE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Say, Brutus, where can thy Cassius be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The watchman, the crier nightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who once on the banks of the Seine with thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Used to ramble in converse sprightly?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye often were wont to gaze up on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the darksome clouds were scudding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A far darker cloud were the thoughts, by-the-by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That in your bosoms were budding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Say, Brutus, where can thy Cassius be?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No longer he thinks of destroying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the Neckar he dwells, where his talents is he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As a reader to tyrants employing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Brutus replied: “A fool, friend, art thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shortsighted as every poet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To a tyrant my Cassius now reads, I allow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But his object’s to kill him,—I know it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_446" id="page_446"></a>{446}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“So Matzerath’s<a name="FNanchor_78_78" id="FNanchor_78_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a> poems he reads him each day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A dagger is each line in it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And so the poor tyrant, I’m sorry to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“May die of ennui any minute.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_EX-WATCHMAN" id="THE_EX-WATCHMAN"></a>THE EX-WATCHMAN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the Neckar he departed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the town of Stuttgardt vex’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as play-director started<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In fair Munich’s city next.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All that country’s very pretty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And they in perfection here,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this fancy-stirring city,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Brew the very best of beer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But ’tis said the poor Director<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rambles, like a Dante, glum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melancholy as a spectre,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like Lord Byron, gloomy, dumb.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Comedies no longer heeds he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor the very worst of rhyme;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wretched tragedies oft reads he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not once smiling all the time.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oft herself some fair one flatters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She will cheer his sorrowing heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But his coat of mail soon shatters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Every love-directed dart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All in vain his friends endeavour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To enliven him and sing:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In thy life rejoice thee ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“While thy lamp’s still glimmering!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is there nought can raise thy spirits<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In this fair and charming town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, among its many merits,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Boasts such men of great renown?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is true, that it has lately<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lost full many a man of worth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom we miss and valued greatly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chorus-leaders and so forth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_447" id="page_447"></a>{447}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Would that Massmann left us never!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He would surely have some day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By his antics strange but clever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Driven all thy cares away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Schelling’s<a name="FNanchor_79_79" id="FNanchor_79_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a> loss is very serious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And can never be replaced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A philosopher mysterious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a mimic highly graced.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That the founder of Walhalla<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Went away, and left behind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All his manuscripts,—by Allah!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That was really too unkind!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With Cornelius<a name="FNanchor_80_80" id="FNanchor_80_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a> also perish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All his pupils whatsoe’er;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shaved off their tresses cherish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And their strength was in their hair<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For their prudent Master planted<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their hair some magic springs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it seem’d, as if enchanted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be full of living things.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Apropos! The arch-notorious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Priest, as Dollingerius known,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That’s, I think, his name inglorious,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has he from the Isar flown?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Good Friday’s sad procession<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I beheld him in his place;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mongst the men of his profession<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He had far the gloomiest face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On Monácho Monachorum<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now-a-days the cap doth fit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of virorum obscurorum,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Glorified by Hutten’s wit.<a name="FNanchor_81_81" id="FNanchor_81_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_448" id="page_448"></a>{448}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At his name thy dull eye flashes;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ex-nightwatchman, watchful be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There the cowls are, here the lash is,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strike away as formerly!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Scourge them, worthy friend, devoutly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As at sight of every cowl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ulrich did; he smote them stoutly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And they fearfully did howl.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Old Erasmus could not master<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His loud laughter at the joke;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this fortunate disaster<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His tormenting ulcer broke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Old and young laugh,—all the city<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the general shout concur,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they sing the well-known ditty:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Gaudeamur igitur!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When those dirty monks we’re catching,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We are overwhelm’d with fleas;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hutten thus was always scratching,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And was never at his ease.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Alea jacta est!” however<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was the brave knight’s battle shout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiting down, with deathstroke clever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both the priests and rabble rout.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ex-nightwatchman, now be wiser!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feel’st thou not thy bosom glow?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wake to action on the Isar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thy sickly spleen o’erthrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Call thy long legs transcendental<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into full and active play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vulgar be the monks or gentle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If they’re monks, then strike away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He however sigh’d, and wringing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Both his hands he thus replied:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My long legs, so apt at springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are with Europe stupified.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And my corns are twitching sadly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tight the German shoes I’ve on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the shoe is pinching badly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Know I now,—so pray begone!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_449" id="page_449"></a>{449}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MYTHOLOGY" id="MYTHOLOGY"></a>MYTHOLOGY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes! Europa must knock under,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who could stand against a bull?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Danäe we’ll forgive; no wonder<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Golden rain made her a fool!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sem’le was a victim real,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For she innocently thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a heavenly cloud ideal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could not injure her in aught.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But poor Leda’s tale notorious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Really stirs up all our spleen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vanquish’d by a swan inglorious,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What a goose must she have been!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="IN_MATILDAS_ALBUM" id="IN_MATILDAS_ALBUM"></a>IN MATILDA’S ALBUM.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On these mill’d rags—a change mysterious!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I with a goose-quill must rehearse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Partly in jest, and partly serious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some foolish nonsense turn’d to verse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I, who am wont my thoughts to utter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon thy rosy lips so fair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With kisses that like bright flames splutter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up from my bosom’s inmost lair!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O fashion’s rage! If I’m a poet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E’en by my wife I’m plagued at times<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until (and other minstrels know it)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I in her album scrawl some rhymes.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_YOUNG" id="TO_THE_YOUNG"></a>TO THE YOUNG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Heed not the confusion, resist the illusion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of golden apples that lie in thy way!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The swords are clashing, the arrows are flashing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But they cannot long the hero delay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A daring beginning is halfway to winning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An Alexander once conquer’d the earth!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Restrain each soft feeling! the queens are all kneeling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the tent, to reward thy victorious worth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Surmounting each burden, we win as our guerdon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bed of Darius of old, and his crown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O deadly seduction! O blissful destruction!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To die thus in triumph in Babylon town!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_450" id="page_450"></a>{450}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_UNBELIEVER" id="THE_UNBELIEVER"></a>THE UNBELIEVER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt repose within mine arms!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With rapturous emotion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My bosom heaves and throbs and thrills<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At this delicious notion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt repose within mine arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whilst with thy fair gold tresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I sport, and thy dear darling head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My shoulder gently presses!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou wilt repose within mine arms!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To truth will turn my vision,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here on earth shall I enjoy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The highest bliss elysian.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">St. Thomas! Scarce can I believe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fact, my doubts will linger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until upon my rapture’s wounds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I lay my eager finger.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="WHITHER_NOW" id="WHITHER_NOW"></a>WHITHER NOW?</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whither now? my stupid foot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fain to Germany would guide me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my reason shakes its head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wisely, seeming thus to chide me:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ended is the war indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But they still keep up courts-martial,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And to writing things esteem’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shootable, thou’rt far too partial.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That’s quite true, and being shot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has for me no great attractions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m no hero, and unskill’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In pathetic words and actions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fain to England would I go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">View’d I not with such displeasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Englishmen and coals—their smell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Makes me sick beyond all measure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To America methinks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I would sail the broad seas over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To that place of freedom where<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All alike may live in clover,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_451" id="page_451"></a>{451}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Did I not detest a land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where tobacco’s ’mongst their victuals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where they never use spittoons,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And so strangely play at skittles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Russia, that vast empire fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Might be tolerably pleasant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I should not like the knout<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That’s their usual winter present.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sadly gaze I up on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the countless stars are gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I nowhere can discern<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where my own bright star is beaming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perhaps in heaven’s gold labyrinth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It has got benighted lately,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I on this bustling earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have myself been wandering greatly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="AN_OLD_SONG" id="AN_OLD_SONG"></a>AN OLD SONG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou now art dead, and thou knowest it not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The light of thine eyes is quench’d and forgot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy rosy mouth is pallid for ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thou art dead, and wilt live again never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas in a dreary midsummer night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I bore thee myself to the grave outright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nightingales sang their soft lamentations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And after us follow’d the bright constellations.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As through the forest the train moved along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made it resound with the litany’s song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The firs, in their mantles of mourning veil’d closely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prayers for the dead repeated morosely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as o’er the willowy lake we flew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The elfins were dancing full in our view;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They suddenly stopp’d in wondering fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seem’d to regard us with looks of compassion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when we had reach’d the grave, full soon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out of the heavens descended the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And preach’d a sermon, ’midst tears and condoling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While in the distance the bells were tolling.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_452" id="page_452"></a>{452}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="READY_MONEY" id="READY_MONEY"></a>READY MONEY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Love, before she granted favours,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One day told the god Apollo<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She on guarantees insisted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the times were false and hollow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Laughingly the god made answer:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yes, the times are alter’d truly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And thou speakest like a usurer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who on pawn lends money duly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Well, then, I’ve a lyre, one only,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis of gold, a good and rare one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Prythee say how many kisses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou wilt lend upon it, fair one?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_OLD_ROSE" id="THE_OLD_ROSE"></a>THE OLD ROSE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She for whom my heart once beat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was a rosebud fair and tender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet it ever grew more sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bursting into full-blown splendour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas the loveliest that could be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And to pluck it I bethought me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But it stung me piquantly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With its thorns, and prudence taught me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, when wither’d, torn, and maim’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the wind and tempests shatter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dearest Henry” I’m proclaim’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I’m follow’d, sought, and flatter’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Henry here and Henry there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Calleth she with ceaseless din now;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If a thorn is anywhere,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis upon the fair one’s chin now.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O how hard the bristles grow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the chin’s warts of my beauty!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Either to a convent go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or to shave will be thy duty.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="AUTO-DA-FE" id="AUTO-DA-FE"></a>AUTO-DA-FÉ.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">See these violets, dusty tresses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And this faded ribbon blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long forgotten cherish’d trifles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And these half-torn billets-doux,—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_453" id="page_453"></a>{453}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All, with angry look and gesture<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the blazing fire I throw;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sadly crackle up these relics<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of my happiness and woe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Vows of love, and fond deceiving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Broken oaths all upwards fly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the chimney, while in secret<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cupid laughs maliciously.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dreamily beside the fireplace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sit I, while the sparkles bright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glow in silence midst the ashes,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So farewell! good night! good night!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LAZARUS" id="LAZARUS"></a>LAZARUS.</h2> - -<h2><a name="THE_WAY_OF_THE_WORLD" id="THE_WAY_OF_THE_WORLD"></a>1. THE WAY OF THE WORLD.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He who has already much,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Finds his wealth increasing faster;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who but little, is of all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soon bereft by some disaster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But if thou hast nothing, friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Go and hang thyself this minute;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only they who’ve aught on earth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have a claim for living in it.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>2. RETROSPECT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve snuff’d at every smell that has birth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this delightful kitchen of earth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each thing that the world contains that’s delicious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have I enjoy’d like a hero ambitious;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve drunk my coffee, and eaten with zest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a charming doll caress’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worn silken waistcoats and handsome coats,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And had my pockets well lined with notes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The high horse, like Gellert the poet, I rode,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had house and castle all à-la-mode.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On fortune’s verdant meadow I lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While on me the sun gleam’d brightly all day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wreath of laurel my brow embraced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through my brain sweet visions raced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet visions of endless May and flowers—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How happily fleeted then the hours,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_454" id="page_454"></a>{454}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">So dim and hazy, so full of repose,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My mouth was fill’d with whatever I chose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And angels came, and out of their pockets<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The champagne bottles flew like rockets,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright visions were these,—soap-bubbles, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They burst,—and I lie on the humid grass;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My limbs are now rheumatic and lame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My inmost spirit is fill’d with shame.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas! each pleasure and gratification<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I bought at the price of bitter vexation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m steep’d in bitterness up to the chin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bugs have terribly bitten my skin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oppress’d by care and gloomy sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I needs must lie, and I needs must borrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From wealthy rascals, and slatterns vile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I even believe that I begg’d for a while.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I would finish this wearisome race,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And find in the grave a resting-place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farewell! In yon heavens, good Christian brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more we may hope to meet with each other.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="RESURRECTION" id="RESURRECTION"></a>3. RESURRECTION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The trumpet’s wild echo fills the skies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As though it summon’d to battle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out of their graves the dead arise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their limbs they wriggle and rattle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each thing that has legs prepares for the race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The spectres white are all driven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Jehoshaphat, the gathering-place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where judgment is now to be given.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There sits, as Head of the Court, the Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By all his apostles surrounded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Assessors are they,—each judgment, each word<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On love and wisdom is founded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No face is disguised in all that array<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For every mask is seen falling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the radiant light of the judgment day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the sound of the trumpet enthralling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Jehoshaphat, in the valley at last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The whole of the troop is united,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And since the defendants’ number’s so vast,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ve the summary only recited:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_455" id="page_455"></a>{455}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The goats to the left, and the sheep to the right,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The parting is quickly effected;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the pious good sheep heaven’s mansions of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hell for the goats is selected.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_DYING_ONE" id="THE_DYING_ONE"></a>4. THE DYING ONE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Flying after bliss and light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou return’st in piteous plight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">German truth and German shirt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strangers draggle through the dirt.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pale as death hast thou become,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But take comfort, thou’rt at home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warm as by the household hearth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie we under German earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many others, who fell lame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Home again, alas! ne’er came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though they yearningly implored,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O have pity, gracious Lord!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="RASCALITY" id="RASCALITY"></a>5. RASCALITY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rich people only can be won<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By open, barefaced flattery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Money is flat, my worthy son,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And needs must flatly flatter’d be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The box of incense swing with zeal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before all worshipp’d golden calves:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dust and mire with meekness kneel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, above all, ne’er praise by halves.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The price of bread this year is high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fine words we lavish all in vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mecænas’ dog to praise, then, try,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And earn a bellyful again.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>6. RETROSPECT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pearl for the first, and the case for the second,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O William Wisetzki, thy days were soon reckon’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the Kitten, the Kitten was saved.<a name="FNanchor_82_82" id="FNanchor_82_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_456" id="page_456"></a>{456}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beam that he clung to, that stretch’d o’er the current<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath him broke down, and he sank in the torrent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the Kitten, the Kitten was saved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We follow’d the corpse of this darling of ours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They buried him under a grave of May flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the Kitten, the Kitten was saved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O prudent wert thou, thus early in striving<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ’scape from life’s storms, and in harbour arriving,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the Kitten, the Kitten was saved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Happy thou, that thus early thy danger was over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before thou wert ill, thou thy health didst recover,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the Kitten, the Kitten was saved.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For many a year have I thought, child so cherish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With envy and grief how thou early hast perish’d,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the Kitten, the Kitten was saved.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="IMPERFECTION" id="IMPERFECTION"></a>7. IMPERFECTION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nothing is perfect in this world of ours,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The thorn grows with the rose, that queen of flowers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks the angels, who for our protection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dwell in the skies, are stain’d with imperfection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tulip has no scent. The saying is:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honour once stole a sucking-pig, old quiz;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had not Lucretia stabb’d herself, she may be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would have in time brought forth a thumping baby.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The haughty peacock has but ugly feet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A woman may be witty and discreet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet, like Voltaire’s Henriade, may weary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or be, like Klopstock’s famed Messias, dreary.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The best of cows no Spanish knows, I ween,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Massmann no Latin. Much too smooth are e’en<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The marble buttocks of Canova’s Venus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too flat is Massmann’s nose (but this between us).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In pretty songs are hidden wretched rhymes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As bees’ stings in the honey lurk at times;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of vulnerable heel the son of Thetis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Alexandre Dumas is quite a Metis.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_457" id="page_457"></a>{457}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fairest star that in the heavens has birth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When it has caught a cold, straight falls to earth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prime cider of the barrel bears the traces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a spot the sun’s bright face defaces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And thou, much honour’d Madam, even thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faultless art not, nor free from failings now.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What, then, is wanting?” askest thou and starest,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bosom, and a soul within it, fairest!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="PIOUS_WARNING" id="PIOUS_WARNING"></a>8. PIOUS WARNING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When thou dost quit this mortal abode,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Immortal spirit, beware thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lest dangers seek to ensnare thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through death and night conducteth the road.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The soldiers of God at the golden door<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the city of light are collected;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Here actions and deeds are respected,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mere name and station avail no more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pilgrim leaves at the portal behind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His shoes so heavy and dusty;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O enter with confidence trusty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft slippers, sweet music, and rest thou’lt find.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_COOLED-DOWN_ONE" id="THE_COOLED-DOWN_ONE"></a>9. THE COOLED-DOWN ONE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When we are dead, we long must lie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the tomb; distress’d am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, sad am I that resurrection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Delays so long to give perfection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more, before the light of life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is quench’d, before this weary strife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is o’er, fain would I, ere I perish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have woman’s love, to bless and cherish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some fair one I would now invite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With eyes as soft as moonbeams’ light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more I relish the advances<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of wild brunettes with burning glances.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Young men, exulting in their youth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prefer tumultuous love in truth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With them excitement’s all the fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soul-enthralling mutual passion.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_458" id="page_458"></a>{458}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No longer young, bereft of power,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I, alas! am at this hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fain once more would love in quiet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And happy be,—without a riot.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="SOLOMON" id="SOLOMON"></a>10. SOLOMON.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The drums, trumps, cornets at length sink to slumber;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By Solomon’s couch, as he lieth sleeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full-girded angels the watch are keeping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On either side six thousand in number.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The monarch protect they from cares while dreaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as he frowns in his slumbers nightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From out of their sheaths straight draw they lightly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twelve thousand swords, all fiercely gleaming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But presently back in their sheaths are falling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The angels’ swords. The brow of the sleeper<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grows smooth, his slumber is softer and deeper,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon his lips are gently calling:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O Sulamith, thou whom so dearly I cherish!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O’er countries and kingdoms I rule, great and glorious,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of Israel and Judah the monarch victorious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But if thou’lt not love me, I wither and perish.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LOST_WISHES" id="LOST_WISHES"></a>11. LOST WISHES.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Similar in disposition,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a brother link’d to brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We unconsciously were ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Growing fonder of each other.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each one knew the other’s meaning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just as if we were omniscient;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Words, in fact, we found superfluous,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a look was quite sufficient.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How I long’d to have thee near me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Revelling in peace and plenty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As my staunch and valiant comrade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a dolce far niente!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Always to remain beside thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was the aim of each endeavour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Everything that gave thee pleasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To accomplish sought I ever.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_459" id="page_459"></a>{459}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I enjoy’d what thou didst relish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Neither would I touch the dishes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou didst hate, and even smoking<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I commenced, to meet thy wishes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many a funny Polish story<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That thy merriment excited,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a strange and Jewish accent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To repeat I then delighted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, then long’d I to approach thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leave my foreign habitation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beside thy fortune’s fireplace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Take for evermore my station.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Golden wishes! mere soap bubbles!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like my life they all have vanish’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the ground I now am lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Crush’d for ever, hopeless, banish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fare ye well, ye golden wishes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where my darling hopes once centred!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah! the blow was far too deadly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That my inmost heart has enter’d.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_ANNIVERSARY" id="THE_ANNIVERSARY"></a>12. THE ANNIVERSARY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not one mass will e’er be chanted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not one Hebrew prayer be mutter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the day I died returneth,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nothing will be sung or utter’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet upon that day, it may be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If the weather has not chill’d her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a visit to Montmartre<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With Pauline will go Matilda.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With a wreath of immortelles she’ll<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Deck my grave in foreign fashion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sighing say “<i>pauvre homme!</i>” and sadly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drop a tear of fond compassion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I shall then too high be dwelling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, alas! no chair have ready<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For my darling’s use to offer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As she walks with foot unsteady.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_460" id="page_460"></a>{460}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet, stout little one, return not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Home on foot, I must implore thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the barrier gate is standing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A fiacre all ready for thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MEETING_AGAIN" id="MEETING_AGAIN"></a>13. MEETING AGAIN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One summer eve, in the woodbine bower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We sat once more at the window lonely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon arose with life-giving power,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But we appear’d two spectres only.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Twelve years had pass’d since the last occasion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When we on this spot had sat together;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each tender glow, each loving persuasion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had meanwhile been quench’d in life’s rough weather.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I silently sat. The woman, however,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just like her sex, amongst love’s ashes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must needs be raking, but vain her endeavour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To kindle again its long-quench’d flashes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And she recounted how she had contended<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With evil thoughts, the story disclosing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How hardly she once her virtue defended,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I stupidly listened to all her prosing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When homeward I rode, the trees beside me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like spirits beneath the moon’s rays flitted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sad voices call’d, but onward I hied me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yes, I and the dead, who my side ne’er quitted.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MRS_CARE" id="MRS_CARE"></a>14. MRS. CARE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When fortune on me shed her ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gnats around me danced all day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plenty of friends then cherish’d me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all, in fashion brotherly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My viands with me tasted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my last penny wasted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fortune has fled, and void is my purse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My friends have left for better for worse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Extinguish’d is each sunny ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around me the gnats no longer play;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My friends and the gnats together<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have gone with the sunny weather.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beside my bed in the winter night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Care as my nurse sits bolt upright;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_461" id="page_461"></a>{461}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She wears a habit that’s white enough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bonnet black, and takes her snuff.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The box is harshly creaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the woman a pinch is seeking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I often dream that the happy time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of bliss has return’d, and May’s young prime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And friendship, and all the gnats as well,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When creaks the snuffbox,—and, sad to tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bubble is straightway breaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the nurse her snuff is taking.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_ANGELS" id="TO_THE_ANGELS"></a>15. TO THE ANGELS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">This is dread Thanatos indeed!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He comes upon his pale-white steed.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I hear its tread, I hear its trot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dusky horseman spares me not;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tears me from Matilda’s fond embraces,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This thought of woe all other thoughts effaces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">She was at once my child, my wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And when I quit this mortal life<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An orphan’d widow will she be!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I leave alone on earth’s wide sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wife, the child, who, trusting to my guiding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slept on my bosom, careless and confiding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Ye angels in yon heavens so fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Receive my sobs, receive my prayer!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I am buried, from above<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Protect the woman that I love!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be shield and guardian to your own reflection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grant my poor child Matilda your protection!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">By all the tears e’er shed by you<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over men’s woes in pity true,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By that dread word that priests alone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Know, and ne’er breathe without a groan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By all your beauty, gentleness, perfection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye angels, grant Matilda your protection!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="IN_OCTOBER_1849" id="IN_OCTOBER_1849"></a>16. IN OCTOBER 1849.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The weather now is calm and mild,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hush’d once more the tempest’s voice is,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Germany, that o’ergrown child,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once more in its old Christmas trees rejoices.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_462" id="page_462"></a>{462}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Domestic joys we now pursue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All things beyond are false and hollow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to the house’s gable too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where once he built his nest, comes concord’s swallow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Forest and stream rest peacefully,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the soft moonlight o’er them playing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, hark, a crack! A shot may’t be?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It is perchance some friend whom they are slaying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perchance with weapons in his hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some madcap they have overtaken;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(All do not flight well understand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like Horace, who so nimbly saved his bacon).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Crack, Crack! A fête, may I presume,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or fireworks in our Goethe’s honour?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Sontag rising from the tomb<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Greeted, by rockets showering down upon her?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Francis Liszt appears again!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He lives, he lies not dead and gory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On some Hungarian battle-plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Russian and Croat have not quench’d his glory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Freedom’s last bulwark was o’erthrown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Hungary to death is bleeding—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Francis, our Knight, escaped alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His sword a quiet life at home is leading.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Francis still lives; when old and gray<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the Hungarian war devoutly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’ll tell his grandsons: “Thus I lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And thus my trusty blade I wielded stoutly!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hearing the name of Hungary,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My German waistcoat grows too narrow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath it foams a raging sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The trumpet’s clang seems thrilling through my marrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once more across my memory throng<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hero-legend’s strains enthralling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wild and iron martial song,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Nibelunge’s overthrow appalling.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_463" id="page_463"></a>{463}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis still the same heroic lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis still the same old noble stories;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The names are changed, the natures not,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Tis still the same praiseworthy hero-glories.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the same issue ’tis once more;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">However proudly flaunts the banner,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hero, as in days of yore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yields to brute strength, but in a glorious manner.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This time the oxen and the bear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In firm alliance are united;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou fall’st; but, Magyar, ne’er despair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still more have all <i>our</i> German hopes been blighted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While very decent beasts are they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who have in fight become thy masters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have, alas! become the prey<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of wolves, swine, dogs,—so great are our disasters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They howl, grunt, bark,—the victor’s smell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is such, I fain would do without it;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, Poet, hush!—it were as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seeing thou’rt ill, to say no more about it.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="EVIL_DREAMS" id="EVIL_DREAMS"></a>17. EVIL DREAMS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vision once more young and happy, paced I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Near the old country house that used to stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hard by the mountain; down the pathway raced I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yes, raced with dear Ottilia, hand in hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How graceful was her figure! She enchanted<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the sweet magic of her sea-green eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her small feet how firmly was she planted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A form where elegance with vigour vies!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her voice’s tone, how true and how confiding!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her spirit’s inmost depth one seems to see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wisdom her every word is ever guiding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her mouth’s as like a rosebud as can be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is not pangs of love that now steal o’er me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I wander not, my reason’s in command;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet strangely am I soften’d, as before me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She stands, with trembling warmth I kiss her hand.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_464" id="page_464"></a>{464}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I a lily from the stem had broken,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I gave it her, and then these words address’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ottilia, be my wife by this dear token,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That I may be as good as thee, and blest.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The answer that she gave, it reach’d me never,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For presently I woke,—and now lie here<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my sick chamber, weak and ill as ever—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As I have hopeless lain for many a year.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="IT_GOES_OUT" id="IT_GOES_OUT"></a>18. IT GOES OUT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The curtain falls, as ends the play,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the audience go away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And did the piece give satisfaction?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks they found it of attraction.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A much-respected public then<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its poet thankfully commended;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now the house is hush’d again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lights and merriment are ended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But hark to that dull heavy clang<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hard by the empty stage’s middle!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was perchance the bursting twang<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the worn string of some old fiddle.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rustling noise across the pit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some nasty rats like shadows flit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rancid oil all places smell of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the last lamp, with groans and sighs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Despairing, then goes out and dies.—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My soul was this poor light I tell of.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WILL" id="THE_WILL"></a>19. THE WILL.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now that life is nearly spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Here’s my will and testament,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giving every foe a present,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As a Christian finds it pleasant:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let these gentry full of merit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have my sickness as their guerdon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All that makes my life a burden,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All my wretched pangs inherit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I bequeath you all the colic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which my belly tweaks in frolic,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strangury and these perfidious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prussian piles so sharp and hideous.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_465" id="page_465"></a>{465}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Unto you my cramps be given,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pains in joints, and salivation,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pains in back, and inflammation,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every one the gift of heaven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let this codicil then follow:—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lord! that wretched herd demolish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And their very name abolish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they in their vileness wallow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ENFANT_PERDU" id="ENFANT_PERDU"></a>20. ENFANT PERDU.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Forlorn posts leading, thirty long years fought I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stoutly and well on freedom’s battle plain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hopeless of triumph, never hoped or thought I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Safe and uninjured home to see again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I watch’d both day and night, slept not a tittle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As when I camp’d amongst my friends of yore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(And if I felt inclined to doze a little,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I soon was waken’d by my neighbour’s snore.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In those long nights ennui would oft assail me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fear as well,—(’tis fools who never fear;)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To scare them, I delighted to regale me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With whistling songs all full of gibe and jeer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, watchfully I stood, my weapon grasping,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If a suspicious looking fool drew nigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I took a careful aim, and laid him gasping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a hot bullet in his paunch or thigh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But by-and-by, if I may so express it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This clumsy fool, whom I so much deride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proves the best shot; and now, I must confess it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My blood pours forth, my wounds are gaping wide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A post is vacant! All my wounds are gaping—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One falls, the others follow in his wake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unvanquish’d fall I,—from my hands escaping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My arms break not, my heart alone doth break.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_466" id="page_466"></a>{466}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="BOOK_III_HEBREW_MELODIES" id="BOOK_III_HEBREW_MELODIES"></a><i>BOOK III.—HEBREW MELODIES</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O let the days of thy life pass not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Without tasting life’s blisses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if thou’rt shelter’d from the shot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let it fly, for it misses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If fortune should ever be passing thy way,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To grasp her, forth sally;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t build on the summit thy cottage, I pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But down in the valley.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="PRINCESS_SABBATH" id="PRINCESS_SABBATH"></a>PRINCESS SABBATH.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In Arabia’s books of stories<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Read we of enchanted princes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who from time to time recover’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their once handsome pristine features;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or the whilome hairy monster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a king’s son is converted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dress’d in gay and glittering garments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the flute divinely playing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet the magic time expires,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And once more and of a sudden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We behold his royal highness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Changed into a shaggy monster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of a prince of such-like fortune<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sings my song. His name is Israel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a witch’s art has changed him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the figure of a dog.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As a dog, with doggish notions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the week his time he muddles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through life’s filthiness and sweepings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the scavengers’ derision.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But upon each Friday evening,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just at twilight, the enchantment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ceases suddenly,—the dog<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more is a human being.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_467" id="page_467"></a>{467}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As a man, with human feelings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his head and breast raised proudly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dress’d in festival attire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His paternal halls he enters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hail, all hail, ye halls belovèd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of my gracious regal father!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tents of Jacob, your all-holy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Entrance posts my mouth thus kisses!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through the house mysteriously<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goes a whispering and buzzing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the unseen master of it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shudd’ring breathes amid the silence,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Silence, save the seneschal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Vulgo Synagogue-Attendant)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here and there with vigour springing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the lamps he seeks to kindle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Golden lights so comfort-giving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they glitter, how they glimmer!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proudly also flare the tapers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the rails of the Almemor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the shrine wherein the Thora<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is preserved, and which is cover’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the costly silken cov’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That with precious jewels sparkles,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There beside his post, already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands prepared the parish minstrel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dandy little man, who shoulders<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His black cloak coquettishly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His white hand to show the better,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At his neck he works, his finger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pressing strangely to his temple,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his thumb against his throat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To himself then softly trills he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till at length his voice he raises<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joyfully, and loudly sings he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Lecho Daudi Likras Kalle!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Lecho Daudi Likras Kalle—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Loved one, come! the bride already<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Waiteth for thee, to uncover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To thy face her blushing features!”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_468" id="page_468"></a>{468}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This most charming marriage ditty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was composed by the illustrious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far and wide known Minnesinger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don Jehuda ben Halevy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the song was celebrated<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The espousals of Prince Israel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the lovely Princess Sabbath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom they call the silent princess.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pearl and flower of perfect beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the Princess. Fairer never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the famous queen of Sheba,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Solomon’s old bosom-friend,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ethiopian vain blue-stocking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who with her <i>esprit</i> would dazzle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with all her clever riddles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was, I fear, extremely tedious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But our Princess Sabbath, who was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peace itself personified,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Held in utter detestation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All debates and wit-encounters.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Equally abhorr’d she noisy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And declamatory passion,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that pathos which with flowing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dishevell’d hair storms wildly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Modestly the silent princess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her hood conceals her tresses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft as the gazelle’s her looks are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slender as an Addas blooms she.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She allows her lover all things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save this one,—tobacco-smoking:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Loved one! smoking is forbidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For to-day the Sabbath is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But at noon, in compensation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou a steaming dish shalt taste of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which is perfectly delicious—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou shall eat to-day some Schalet!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Schalet, beauteous spark immortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Daughter of Elysium!”<a name="FNanchor_83_83" id="FNanchor_83_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus would Schiller’s song have sung it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had he ever tasted Schalet.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_469" id="page_469"></a>{469}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Schalet is the food of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which the Lord Himself taught Moses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How to cook, when on that visit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the summit of Mount Sinai,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the Lord Almighty also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every good religious doctrine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the holy ten commandments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Publish’d in a storm of lightning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Schalet is the pure ambrosia<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the food of heaven composes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the bread of Paradise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And compared with food so glorious,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ambrosia of the spurious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heathen gods whom Greece once worshipp’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were naught but muffled devils,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was but wretched devil’s dung.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the prince this food hath tasted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gleams his eye as if transfigured,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his waistcoat he unbuttons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he speaks with smiles of rapture:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hear I not the Jordan murmuring?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is it not the gushing fountains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the palmy vale of Beth-El,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where the camels have their station?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hear I not the sheep-bells ringing?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is it not the well-fed wethers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whom the herdsman drives at evening<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Down from Gilead’s lofty mountain?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet the beauteous day fades quickly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As with long and shadowy legs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hastens on the fell enchantment’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Evil hour, the prince sighs sadly,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Feeling as though with his bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Icy witches’ fingers grappled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He’s pervaded by the fear of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Canine metamorphosis.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the prince then hands the princess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her own golden box of spikenard;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long he smells, once more desiring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find comfort in sweet odours.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_470" id="page_470"></a>{470}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Next the parting drink the princess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gives the prince—He hastily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drinks, and in the goblet only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some few drops are left untasted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With them sprinkles he the table,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then he takes a little waxlight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he dips it in the moisture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till it crackles and goes out.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="JEHUDA_BEN_HALEVY" id="JEHUDA_BEN_HALEVY"></a>JEHUDA BEN HALEVY<br /><br /> -<span class="smcap">A Fragment.</span></h2> - -<h4>1.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If, Jerusalem, I ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Should forget thee, let my tongue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To my mouth’s roof cleave, let also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My right hand forget her cunning—”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Words and melody are whirling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my head to-day unceasing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And methinks I hear sweet voices<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing psalms, sweet human voices.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Often to the light come also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beards of shadowy-long proportions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say, ye phantoms, which amongst you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is Jehuda ben Halevy?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But they quickly hustle by me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spirits ever shun with terror<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exhortations of the living—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I recognized him well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Well I knew him by his pallid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Haughty, high, and thoughtful forehead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By his eyes so sweetly staring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Viewing me with piercing sorrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But I recognized him mostly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the enigmatic smile which<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er his fair rhymed lips was playing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as none but poets boast of.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Years come on and years pass swiftly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since Jehuda ben Halevy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had his birth, have seven hundred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Years and fifty fleeted o’er us.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_471" id="page_471"></a>{471}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At Toledo in Castile he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the first time saw the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the golden Tagus lull’d him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his cradle with its music.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His strict father the unfolding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his intellect full early<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cared for, and began his lessons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the book of God, the Thora.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With his son he read this volume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the’ original, whose beauteous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Picturesque and hieroglyphic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Chaldean quarto pages<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Spring from out the childish ages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of our world, and for that reason<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smile so trustingly and sweetly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On each childlike disposition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And this genuine ancient text<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the boy was likewise chanted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the ancient and establish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing-song fashion, known as Tropp.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And melodiously he gurgled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those fat oily gutturals;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a very bird he warbled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fine quaver, the Schalscheleth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the Targum Onkelos,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is written in the idiom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The low-Hebrew sounding idiom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we call the Aramæan,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And that to the prophet’s language<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has about the same relation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the Swabian to the German,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this bastard Hebrew likewise<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Was the youth betimes instructed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the knowledge thus acquired<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proved extremely useful to him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the study of the Talmud.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, full early did his father<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lead him onward to the Talmud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he then unfolded to him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Halacha, that illustrious<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_472" id="page_472"></a>{472}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fighting school, where the expertest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dialectic athletes both of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Babylon and Pumpeditha<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carry on their mental combats.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here the boy could gain instruction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the arts, too, of polemics;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Later, in the book Cosari<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was his mastership establish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet the heavens pour down upon us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lights of two distinct descriptions:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glaring daylight of the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the moonlight’s softer lustre.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus two different lights the Talmud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Also sheds, and is divided<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Halacha and Hagada.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now the first’s a fighting school,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the latter, the Hagada,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should rather call a garden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, a garden, most fantastic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comparable to that other,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Which in days of yore was planted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the town of Babylon,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Great Semiramis’s garden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That eighth wonder of the world.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis said queen Semiramis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who had, when a child, been brought up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the birds, and had contracted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many a bird’s peculiar custom,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the mere flat ground would never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Promenade, as human creatures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mostly do, and so she planted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the air a hanging garden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">High upon colossal pillars<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Palms and cypresses were standing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Golden oranges, fair flow’r-beds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marble statues, gushing fountains,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Firmly, skilfully united<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By unnumber’d hanging bridges<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which appear’d like climbing plants,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whereon the birds were rocking,—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_473" id="page_473"></a>{473}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Solemn birds, large, many-colour’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All deep thinkers, never singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While around them finches flutter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeping up a merry twitter,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All things here were blest, and teeming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a pure balsamic fragrance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which was free from all offensive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Earthly smells and hateful odours.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Hagada is a garden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That this airy whim resembles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the youthful Talmud scholar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When his heart was overpower’d<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And was deafen’d by the squabbles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the’ Halacha, by disputes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All about the fatal egg<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laid one feast day by a pullet,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or about some other question<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the same importance, straightway<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fled the boy to find refreshment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the blossoming Hagada<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the charming olden stories,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tales of angels, famous legends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silent histories of martyrs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Festal songs, and words of wisdom,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hyperboles, far-fetch’d it may be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But impress’d with deep conviction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full of glowing faith,—all glitter’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bloom’d and sprung in such abundance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the stripling’s noble bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was pervaded by the savage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But adventure-breathing sweetness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the wondrous blissful anguish<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the fabulous wild terrors<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that blissful secret world,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that mighty revelation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Known to us as Poesy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the art of Poesy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Radiant knowledge, understanding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which we call the art poetic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Open’d on the boy’s mind also.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_474" id="page_474"></a>{474}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Jehuda ben Halevy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was not merely skill’d in reading,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in poetry a master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And himself a first-rate poet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, he was a first-rate poet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Star and torch of his own age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light and beacon of his people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, a very wondrous mighty<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fiery pillar of all song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That preceded Israel’s mournful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caravan as it was marching<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the desert of sad exile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pure and true alike, and spotless<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was his song, as was his spirit;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When this spirit was created<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By its Maker, self-contented,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He embraced the lovely spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that kiss’s beauteous echo<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thrills through all the poet’s numbers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which are hallow’d by this grace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As in life, in numbers also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grace is greatest good of all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He who has it, ne’er transgresses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his prose or in his verses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Genius call we such a poet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the mighty grace of God;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He is undisputed monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the boundless realms of fancy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He to God alone accounteth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not to man, and, as in lifetime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So in art the mob have power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To destroy, but not to judge us.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>2.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“By the streams of Babylon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sat we down and wept, we hangèd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Our sad harps upon the willows—”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know’st thou not the olden song?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_475" id="page_475"></a>{475}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Know’st thou not the olden tune,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which begins with elegiac<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crying, humming like a kettle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That upon the hearth is boiling?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long has it been boiling in me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thousand years. A gloomy anguish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my wounds are lick’d by time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Job’s boils by dogs were lickèd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thank thee, dog, for thy saliva,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though it can but cool and soften—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death alone can ever heal me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, alas, I am immortal!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Years come round and years then vanish—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Busily the spool is humming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it in the loom is moving,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What it weaves, no weaver knoweth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Years come round and years then vanish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Human tears are dripping, running<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the earth, and then the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sucks them in with eager silence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seething mad! The cover leaps up—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Happy he whose daring hand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Taketh up thy little ones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dashing them against the stones.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God be praised! the seething slowly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the pot evaporates,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then is mute. My spleen is soften’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My west-eastern darksome spleen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And my Pegasus is neighing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once more gaily, and the nightmare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems to shake with vigour off him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his wise eyes thus are asking:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are we riding back to Spain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the little Talmudist there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was such a first-rate poet,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Jehuda ben Halevy?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, he was a first-rate poet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the realm of dreams sole ruler<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the spirit-monarch’s crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the grace of God a poet,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_476" id="page_476"></a>{476}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who in all his sacred metres,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his madrigals, terzinas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Canzonets, and strange ghaselas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pour’d out all the’ abundant fire<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of his noble god-kiss’d spirit!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a truth this troubadour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was upon a par with all the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Best lute-players of Provence,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of Poitou and of Guienne,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roussillon and every other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Charming orange-growing region<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of gallant old Christendom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Charming orange-growing regions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of gallant old Christendom!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How they glitter, smell, and tingle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the twilight of remembrance!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beauteous world of nightingales!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where we only in the place of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The true God, the false God worshipp’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Muses and of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Clergy, bearing wreaths of roses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On their bald pates, sang the psalms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the charming langue d’oc;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laity, all gallant knights,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On their high steeds proudly trotting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Verse and rhyme were ever making<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the honour of the ladies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom their hearts to serve delighted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There’s no love without a lady.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Therefore to a Minnesinger<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a lady just as needful<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As to bread-and-butter, butter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the hero, whom we sing of,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Jehuda ben Halevy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Also had his heart’s fair lady;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she was of special kind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She no Laura was, whose eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mortal constellations, kindled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Good Friday the notorious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fire within the famed Cathedral;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_477" id="page_477"></a>{477}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She was not a chatelaine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, attired in youthful graces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took the chair at tournaments,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the laurel wreath presented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Casuist in the laws of kisses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was not, no doctrinaire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who within the learned college<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a court of love gave lectures.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She the Rabbi was in love with<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a poor and mournful loved one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Woeful image of destruction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And her name—Jerusalem!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In his early days of childhood<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She his one sole love was always;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en the word Jerusalem<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made his youthful spirit quiver.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Purple flames were ever standing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the boy’s cheek, and he hearken’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When a pilgrim to Toledo<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came from out the far east country,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And recounted how deserted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And uncleanly was the city<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where upon the ground the traces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the prophets’ feet still glisten’d;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where the air is still perfumed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the’ undying breath of God—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O the mournful sight!” a pilgrim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once exclaim’d, whose beard was floating<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">White as silver, notwithstanding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the hair which form’d its end<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once again grew black, appearing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if getting young again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And a very wondrous pilgrim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might he be, his eyes were peering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As through centuries of sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he sigh’d: “Jerusalem!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She, the crowded holy city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is converted to a desert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where wood-devils, werewolves, jackals<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their accursèd home have made.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_478" id="page_478"></a>{478}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Serpents, birds of night, are dwelling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In its weather-beaten ruins;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From the window’s airy bow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Peeps the fox with much contentment.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Here and there a ragged fellow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Comes sometimes from out the desert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And his hunch-back’d camel feedeth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the long grass growing round it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“On the noble heights of Zion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Where stood up the golden fortress<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whose great majesty bore witness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the mighty monarch’s glory,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There, with noisome weeds encumber’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Nought now lies but gray old ruins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Gazing with such looks of sorrow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“One must fancy they are weeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And ’tis said they wept in earnest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Once in each year, on the ninth day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the month’s that known as Ab—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With my own eyes, full of weeping,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I the clammy drops have witness’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Down the large stones slowly trickling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And have heard the broken columns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the temple sadly moaning.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such-like pious pilgrim-sayings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waken’d in the youthful bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jehuda ben Halevy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yearnings for Jerusalem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poet’s yearnings! As foreboding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Visionary, sad, as those<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Château Blay experienced<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilome by the noble Vidam,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Messer Geoffroy Rudello,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the knights, returning homeward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the Eastern land, asserted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loudly, as they clash’d their goblets,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That the paragon of graces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the flower and pearl of women,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the beauteous Melisanda,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Margravine of Tripoli.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_479" id="page_479"></a>{479}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each one knows that for this lady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raved the troubadour thenceforward;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her alone he sang, and shortly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Château Blay no more could hold him;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he hasten’d thence. At Cette<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took he ship, but on the ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He fell ill, and sick and dying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He arriv’d at Tripoli.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here at length, on Melisanda<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, too, gazed with eyes all-loving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which that self-same hour were cover’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the darksome shades of death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Singing his last song of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He expired before the feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his lady Melisanda,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Margravine of Tripoli.<a name="FNanchor_84_84" id="FNanchor_84_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wonderful was the resemblance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the fate of these two poets!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save that in old age the former<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His great pilgrimage commenced.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Jehuda ben Halevy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At his mistress’ feet expired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his dying head, it rested<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On Jerusalem’s dear knees.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>3.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the fight at Arabella<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had been won, great Alexander<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Placed Darius’ land and people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Court and harem, horses, women,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Elephants, and daric coins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crown and sceptre, golden lumber—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Placed them all inside his spacious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Macedonian pantaloons.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the tent of great Darius,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who himself had fled, because he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fear’d he also might be placed there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The young hero found a casket.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_480" id="page_480"></a>{480}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas a little golden box,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Richly ornamented over<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With incrusted stones and cameos,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with miniature devices.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now this casket, in itself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of inestimable value,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Served to hold the priceless treasures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the monarch’s body-jewels.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the latter Alexander<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his brave commanders lavish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiling at the thought of men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Childlike loving colour’d pebbles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One fair valuable gem he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his mother dear presented;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas the signet ring of Cyrus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn’d into a brooch henceforward.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To his famous old preceptor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aristotle he presented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fine onyx for his splendid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cabinet of natural history.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the casket were some pearls too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forming quite a wondrous string,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which were once to Queen Atossa<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Given by the false knave Smerdis;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the pearls were all quite real,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the merry victor gave them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a pretty dancer whom he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brought from Corinth, named Miss Thais.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In her hair the latter wore them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In bacchantic fashion streaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On that night when she was dancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Persepolis, and wildly<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the regal castle hurl’d her<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Impious torch, till, loudly crackling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon the flames obtain’d the mastery,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fortress laid in ruins.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the death of beauteous Thais<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who of some bad Babylonian<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Illness died at Babylon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All her pearls were sold by auction<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_481" id="page_481"></a>{481}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the public auction-rooms there;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Purchased by a priest from Memphis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He to Egypt took them with him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where they on the toilet table<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of fair Cleopatra glisten’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She the finest pearl amongst them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crush’d and mix’d with wine and swallow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her friend Antony to banter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the final Ommiad monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came the string of pearls to Spain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they twined around the turban<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worn at Cord’va, by the Caliph.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Abderam the Third he wore them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As his breast-knot at the tourney<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he pierced through thirty golden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rings, and fair Zuleima’s bosom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the Moorish race was vanquish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the Christians gain’d possession<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the pearls, which rank’d thenceforward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As crown-jewels of Castile.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their most Cath’lic Majesties,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Queens of Spain, were wont to wear them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On all court and state occasions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At all bullfights, grand processions,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And at each auto da fé,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When they took their pleasure, sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the balcony, in sniffing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up the smell of burnt old Jews.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Later still, old Mendizabel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Satan’s grandson, pawn’d these jewels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vainly hoping thus to meet the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deficit in the finances.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the Tuileries the jewels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Finally appear’d again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Glittering on the neck of Madame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Salomon, the Baroness.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the fair pearls thus it happened.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Less adventurous the fortune<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the casket, Alexander<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeping it for his own use.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_482" id="page_482"></a>{482}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He the songs enclosed within it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ambrosia-scented Homer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His great fav’rite, and the casket<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All night long was wont to stand<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At his bed’s head; when the monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slept, the heroes’ airy figures<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came from out it, o’er his visions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Creeping in fantastic fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Other times and other birds too—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I myself have erst delighted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the stories of the actions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Pelides, of Odysseus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All then seem’d so sunny-golden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so purple to my spirit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vine-leaves twined around my forehead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the trumpets flourish’d loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hush, no more! All broken lieth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now my haughty victor-chariot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the panthers, who once drew it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now are dead, as are the women<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who, to sound of drum and cymbal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Danced around, and I myself<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Writhe upon the ground in anguish.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weak and crippled—hush, no more!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hush, no more! we now are speaking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the casket of Darius,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And within myself thus thought I:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should I e’er possess the casket,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And not be obliged to change it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into cash, for want of money,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would then enclose within it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the poems of our Rabbi,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All Jehuda ben Halevy’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Festal songs and lamentations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Ghaselas, the description<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his pilgrimage—the whole I<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Would have written on the cleanest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Parchment by the best of scribes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the manuscript deposit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the little golden casket.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_483" id="page_483"></a>{483}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This should stand upon the table<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near my bed, and then, whenever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Friends appear’d and were astonish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the beauty of the trinket,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the wondrous bas-reliefs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small in size, and yet so perfect<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Notwithstanding,—at the jewels<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of such size incrusted on it,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I should smilingly address them:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is but the vulgar covering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That contains a nobler treasure—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In this casket there are lying<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Diamonds, whose light doth mirror<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reflect the light of heaven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rubies glowing as the heart’s blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turquoises of spotless beauty,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And fair emeralds of promise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Likewise pearls of greater value<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the pearls to Queen Atossa<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Given by the false knave Smerdis,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And that afterwards were worn by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the notabilities<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who this mundane earth have dwelt in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thais first, then Cleopatra,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Priests of Isis, Moorish princes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the queens of old Hispania,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And at last the worthy Madame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Salomon, the Baroness.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For those pearls of world-wide glory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After all are but the mucus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a poor unhappy oyster<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lying sickly in the ocean;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the pearls within this casket<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the offspring of a beauteous<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Human spirit, far far deeper<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the ocean’s deepest depths,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For they are the pearly tears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jehuda ben Halevy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he over the destruction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jerusalem let fall.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_484" id="page_484"></a>{484}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pearly tears, which, join’d together<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the golden threads of rhythm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a song from poesy’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Golden smithy have proceeded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And this song of pearly tears<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the famous lamentation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is sung in all the scatter’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And far-distant tents of Jacob<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the ninth day of the month Ab,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sad anniversary<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jerusalem’s destruction<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the Emperor Vespasian.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, it is the song of Zion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Jehuda ben Halevy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sang when dying on the holy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ruins of Jerusalem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Barefoot and in lowly garments<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat he there upon the fragment<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a pillar that had fallen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till upon his breast there fell<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like a gray old wood his hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shading over in strange fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His afflicted pallid features,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his eyes so like a spectre’s.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In this manner sat he, singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In appearance like a minstrel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the times of old, like ancient<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jeremiah, grave-arisen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Soon the birds around the ruins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By his numbers’ mournful cadence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All were tamed, and e’en the vulture<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drew near list’ning, almost pitying,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But an impious Saracen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came one day in that direction,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On his charger in his stirrups<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Balancing, his bright lance wielding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the breast of our poor singer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With this deadly spear transfix’d he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then gallop’d off instanter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wing’d as though a shadowy figure.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_485" id="page_485"></a>{485}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Calmly flow’d the Rabbi’s life-blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calmly to its termination<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sang he his sweet song,—his dying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sigh was still—Jerusalem!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is said in olden legend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Saracen was really<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not a wicked cruel mortal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But an angel in disguise,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sent from the bright realms of heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To remove God’s favourite<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the earth, and to advance him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Painlessly to those blest regions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There, ’tis said, there waited for him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A reception highly flatt’ring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In its nature to the poet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite a heavenly surprise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Solemnly with strains of music<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came the’ angelic choir to meet him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And instead of hymns, he heard them<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Singing his own lovely verses,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Synagoguish Wedding-Carmen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hymeneal Sabbath numbers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their well-known and exulting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melodies—what notes enthralling!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While some angels play’d the hautboy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Others play’d upon the fiddle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Others handled the bass-viol,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Others beat the drum and cymbal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweetly all the music sounded.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweetly through the far-extending<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vaults of heaven these strains re-echoed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lecho Daudi Likras Kalle!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h4>4.</h4> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My good wife is not contented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the chapter just concluded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And especially the portion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Speaking of Darius’ casket.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_486" id="page_486"></a>{486}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Almost bitterly observes she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a husband with pretensions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To religion, into money<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Straightway would convert the casket,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That he with it might be able<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his poor and lawful spouse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That nice Cashmere shawl to purchase<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she stands so much in need of.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That Jehuda ben Halevy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would, she fancies, with sufficient<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Honour be preserved, if guarded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a pretty box of pasteboard,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Deck’d with Chinese elegant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arabesques, like those enchanting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweetmeat-boxes of Marquis<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Passage Panorama.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Very strange it is,”—she added,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That I never heard the name of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This remarkable old poet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This Jehuda ben Halevy.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Darling little wife, I answer’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your delightful ignorance<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But too well the gaps discloses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the education given<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the boarding schools of Paris,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the girls, the future mothers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a proud and freeborn nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learn the elements of knowledge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All about the dry old mummies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And embalm’d Egyptian Pharaohs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Merovingian shadowy monarchs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With perukes devoid of powder,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the pig-tail’d kings of China,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lords of porcelain and pagodas,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This they know by heart and fully,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clever girls,—but, O, good heavens<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you ask for any great names<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the glorious golden ages<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Arabian-ancient-Spanish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jewish schools of poetry,—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_487" id="page_487"></a>{487}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you ask for those three worthies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Jehuda ben Halevy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For great Solomon Gabirol,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or for Moses Iben Esra,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you ask for these or suchlike,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the children stare upon us<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a look of stupid wonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in fact seem quite dumb-founded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let me then advise you, dearest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These neglected points to study,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to take to learning Hebrew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leaving theatres and concerts.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When a few years to these studies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have been given, you’ll be able<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the’ original to read them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Iben Esra and Gabirol,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Halevy in addition,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That triumvirate poetic,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who evoked the sweetest music<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the instrument of David.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alcharisi, who, I’ll wager,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is to you unknown, although he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Voltairian was, six hundred<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Years before Voltaire’s time, spoke thus:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In his thoughts excels Gabirol,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the thinker most he pleases;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Iben Esra shines in art, and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is the fav’rite of the artist.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But Jehuda ben Halevy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is in both a perfect master,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And at once a famous poet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And a universal fav’rite.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Iben Esra was a friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I rather think, a cousin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jehuda ben Halevy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who in his famed book of travels<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bitterly complains how vainly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had sought through all Granada<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For his friend, and only found there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His friend’s brother, the physician,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_488" id="page_488"></a>{488}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rabbi Meyer, poet likewise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the father of the beauty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who in Iben Esra’s bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kindled such a hopeless passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That he might forget his niece, he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took in hand his pilgrim’s staff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like so many of his colleagues,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Living restlessly and homeless.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tow’rd Jerusalem he wander’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When some Tartars fell upon him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fasten’d him upon a steed’s back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to their wild deserts took him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Duties there devolved upon him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite unworthy of a Rabbi,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still less fitted for a poet—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was made to milk the cows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once, as he beneath the belly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a cow was sitting squatting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fing’ring hastily her udder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the milk the tub was filling,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A position quite unworthy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a Rabbi, of a poet,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Melancholy came across him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to sing a song began he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he sang so well and sweetly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Khan, the horde’s old chieftain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was passing by, was melted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he gave the slave his freedom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And he likewise gave him presents,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave a fox-skin, and a lengthy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saracenic mandoline,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some money for his journey.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poets’ fate! an evil star ’tis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which the offspring of Apollo<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Worried unto death, and even<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did not spare their noble father,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he, after Daphne lurking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the fair nymph’s snowy body’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stead, embraced the laurel only,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He, the great divine Schlemihl!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_489" id="page_489"></a>{489}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, the glorious Delphic god is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Schlemihl, and e’en the laurel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That so proudly crowns his forehead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is a sign of his Schlemihldom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What the word Schlemihl betokens<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well we know. Long since Chamisso<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rights of German citizenship<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gain’d it (of the word I’m speaking).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But its origin has ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the holy Nile’s far sources,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Been unknown. Upon this subject<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many a night have I been poring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many a year ago I travell’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Berlin, to see Chamisso<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On this point, and from the dean sought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Information of Schlemihl.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he could not satisfy me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And referr’d me on to Hitzig,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who had made the first suggestion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the family name of Peter<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shadowless. I straightway hired<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first cab, and quickly hasten’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the magistrate Herr Hitzig,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who was formerly call’d Itzig.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he still was known as Itzig,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a vision saw he written<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His own name high in the heavens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in front the letter H.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What’s the meaning of this H?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask’d he of himself. “Herr Itzig<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Or the Holy Itzig? Holy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Is a pretty title. Not, though,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Suited for Berlin.” At length he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tired of thinking, took the name of<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hitzig, and his best friends only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knew that Hitzig stood for Holy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Holy Hitzig!” said I therefore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I saw him, “have the goodness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To explain the derivation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of the word Schlemihl, I pray you.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_490" id="page_490"></a>{490}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Many circumbendibuses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took the holy one—he could not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Recollect,—and made excuses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In succession like a Christian,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till at length I burst the buttons<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the breeches of my patience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And began to swear so fiercely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In such very impious fashion,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That the worthy pietist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale as death, with trembling knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forthwith gratified my wishes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the following story told me:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the Bible it is written<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How, while wandering in the desert,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Israel oft committed whoredom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With the daughters fair of Canaan.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then it came to pass that Phinehas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Chanced to see the noble Zimri<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thus engaged in an intrigue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With a Canaanitish woman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Straightway in his fury seized he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“On his spear, and put to death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Zimri on the very spot.—Thus<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the Bible ’tis recounted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But, according to an oral<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Old tradition ’mongst the people,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Twas not Zimri that was really<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Stricken by the spear of Phinehas;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But the latter, blind with fury,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the sinner’s place, by ill-luck<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Chanced to kill a guiltless person,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Named Schlemihl ben Zuri Schadday.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He, then, this Schlemihl the First,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was the ancestor of all the<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Race Schlemihlian. We’re descended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Schlemihl ben Zuri Schadday.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Certainly no wondrous actions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are preserved of his; we only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know his name, and in addition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Know that he was a Schlemihl.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_491" id="page_491"></a>{491}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But a pedigree is valued<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not according to its fruits, but<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its antiquity alone—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ours three thousand years can reckon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Years come round, and years then vanish—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Full three thousand years have fleeted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since the death of our forefather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This Schlemihl ben Zuri Schadday.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Phinehas, too, has long been dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But his spear is in existence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And incessantly we hear it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whizzing through the air above us.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the noblest hearts it pierces—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both Jehuda ben Halevy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Also Moses Iben Esra,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it likewise struck Gabirol,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, Gabirol, that truehearted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God-devoted Minnesinger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sweet nightingale, who sang to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">God instead of to a rose,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That sweet nightingale who caroll’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tenderly his loving numbers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the darkness of the Gothic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mediæval night of earth!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Undismay’d and caring nothing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For grimaces or for spirits,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the chaos of delirium<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of death those ages haunting,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our sweet nightingale thought only<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Godlike One he loved so,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto Whom he sobb’d his love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom his hymns were glorifying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thirty springs Gabirol witness’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On this earth, but loud-tongued Fama<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trumpeted abroad the glory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of his name through every country.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now at Cordova, his home, he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had a Moor as nextdoor neighbour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wrote verses, like the other,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the poet’s glory envied.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_492" id="page_492"></a>{492}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he heard the poet singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the Moor’s bile straight flow’d over,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sweetness of the songs was<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bitter wormwood to this base one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He enticed his hated rival<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his house one night, and slew him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There, and then the body buried<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the garden in its rear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But behold! from out the spot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the body had been hidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Presently there grew a fig-tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the most enchanting beauty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All its fruit was long in figure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And of strange and spicy sweetness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He who tasted it, sank into<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quite a dreamy state of rapture.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Mongst the people on the subject<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much was said aloud or whisper’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till at length the rumour came to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The illustrious Caliph’s ears.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He with his own tongue first tasted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This strange fig-phenomenon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then form’d a strict commission<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of inquiry on the matter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Summarily they proceeded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the owner of the tree’s soles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sixty strokes of the bamboo they<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave, and then his crime confess’d he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thereupon they tore the tree up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By its roots from out the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the body of the murder’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Man Gabirol was discover’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He was buried with due honour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lamented by his brethren;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the selfsame day they also<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hang’d the Moor at Cordova.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="DISPUTATION" id="DISPUTATION"></a>DISPUTATION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the Aula at Toledo<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loudly are the trumpets blowing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the spiritual tourney,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gaily dress’d, the crowd are going.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_493" id="page_493"></a>{493}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This is no mere worldly combat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not one arm of steel here glances;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sharply pointed and scholastic<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Words are here the only lances.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gallant Paladins here fight not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ladies’ honest fame defending;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Capuchins and Jewish Rabbis<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are the knights who’re here contending.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the place of helmets are they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scull caps and capouches wearing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scapular and <i>Arbecanfess</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are the armour they are bearing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Which God is the one true God?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He, the Hebrew stern and glorious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unity, whom Rabbi Juda<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Navarre would see victorious?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or the triune God, whom Christians<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hold in love and veneration,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As whose champion Friar Jose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Franciscan, takes his station?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the might of weighty reasons,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the logic taught at college,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quotations from the authors<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose repute one must acknowledge,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Either champion <i>ad absurdum</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2">His opponent would bring duly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the pure divinity<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of his own God point out truly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis laid down that he whose foeman<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Manages his cause to smother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be bound to take upon him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The religion of the other,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the Jew be duly christen’d,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This was the express provision,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the other hand the Christian<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bear the rite of circumcision.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each one of the doughty champions<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has eleven comrades by him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All to share his fate determined,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And for weal or woe keep nigh him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_494" id="page_494"></a>{494}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While the monks who back the friar<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With assurance full and steady<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold the holy-water vessels<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the rite of christening ready,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Swinging sprinkling-brooms and censers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whence the incense smoke is rising,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All their adversaries briskly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whet their knives for circumcising.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By the lists within the hall stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ready for the fray, both forces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the crowd await the signal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Eager for the knights’ discourses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Neath a golden canopy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While their courtiers duly flatter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both the king and queen are sitting;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quite a child appears the latter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With a small French nose, her features<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are in roguishness not wanting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the ever laughing rubies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of her mouth are quite enchanting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fragile fair inconstant flower,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May the grace of God be with her!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the merry town of Paris<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She has been transplanted hither,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the country where the Spanish<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Old grandees’ stiff manners gall her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilome known as Blanche de Bourbon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Donna Blanca now they call her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the monarch’s name is Pedro,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the nickname of The Cruel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But to-day, in gentle mood, he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Looks as if he ne’er could do ill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the nobles of his court he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Enters into conversation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both Jew and Moor addresses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a courteous salutation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For these sons of circumcision<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are the monarch’s favourite creatures;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They command his troops, and also<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In finances are his teachers.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_495" id="page_495"></a>{495}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Suddenly the drums ’gin beating,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the trumpets’ bray announces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the conflict is beginning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where each knight the other trounces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Franciscan monk commences,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bursting into furious passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his voice, now harsh, now growling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blusters in a curious fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Father, Son, and Holy Spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In one sentence he comprises,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the seed accurst of Jacob<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the Rabbi exorcises.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For in suchlike controversies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Little devils oft are hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Jews, and give them sharpness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wit, and arguments when bidden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Having thus expell’d the devil<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By his mighty exorcism,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comes the monk, dogmatically,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quoting from the catechism.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He recounts how in the Godhead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Persons three are comprehended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, whenever they so will it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Into one are straightway blended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis a mystery unfolded<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But to those who, in due season,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have escaped from out the prison<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the chains of human reason.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He recounts how God was born at<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bethlehem, of a tenderhearted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Virgin, whose divine unsullied<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Innocency ne’er departed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How they laid the Lord Almighty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a lowly stable manger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the calf and heifer meekly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stood around the newborn stranger.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He recounts, too, how the Lord<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From King Herod’s minions flying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went to Egypt, how still later<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Death’s sharp pangs he suffer’d, dying.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_496" id="page_496"></a>{496}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the time of Pontius Pilate,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who subscribed his condemnation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Urged on by the Jews and cruel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pharisees’ confederation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He recounts, too, how the Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bursting from the tomb’s dark prison<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the third day, into heaven<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had in glorious triumph risen;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How, when ’tis the proper time, he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would return to earth in splendour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Jehoshaphat, to judge there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Every quick and dead offender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tremble, Jews!” exclaim’d the friar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At the God whom ye tormented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Cruelly with thorns and scourges,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To whose death ye all consented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Jews, ye were his murderers! nation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of vindictive fierce behaviour!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Him who comes to free you, still ye<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Slay,—ye murder him, the Saviour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Jews, the carrion where the demons<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Coming from the lower regions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dwell, your bodies are the barracks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the devil’s wicked legions.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Thomas of Aquinas says so,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“He is famed in Christian story,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Call’d the mighty ox of learning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Orthodoxy’s light and glory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Villain race of Jews! you’re nought but<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Wolves, hyenas, jackals hateful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Church-yard prowlers, who deem only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Flesh of corpses to be grateful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Jews, O Jews! you’re hogs and monkeys,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Monsters cruel and perfidious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Whom they call rhinoceroses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Crocodiles and vampires hideous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ye are ravens, owls, and screechowls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Rats and miserable lapwings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Gallows’-birds and cockatrices,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Very scum of all that flap wings!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_497" id="page_497"></a>{497}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ye are vipers, ye are blindworms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Rattlesnakes, disgusting adders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Poisonous toads—Christ soon will surely<br /></span> -<span class="i1">“Tread you out like empty bladders!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Or, accursèd people, would ye<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Save your souls so wretched rather?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Flee the synagogues of evil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Seek the bosom of your Father.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Flee to love’s bright radiant churches,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where the well of mercy bubbles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For your sakes in hallow’d basins,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hide your heads there from your troubles.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wash away the ancient Adam,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And the vices that deface it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From your hearts the stains of rancour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Wash, and grace shall then replace it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hear ye not the Saviour speaking?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“O how well your new names suit you!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Cleanse yourselves upon Christ’s bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From the vermin that pollute you.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, our God is very love, is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Like a lamb that’s dearly cherish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And our vices to atone for,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On the cross with meekness perish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, our God is very love, his<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Name is Jesus Christ the blessèd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of his patience and submission<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We aspire to be possessèd.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Therefore are we meek and gentle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Courteous, never in a passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Fond of peace and charitable,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the Lamb the Saviour’s fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We in heaven shall be hereafter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Into angels blest converted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Wandering there in bliss with lily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Blossoms in our hands inserted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In the place of cowls, the purest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Robes shall we when there be wearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Made of silk, brocades, and muslin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Golden lace and ribbons flaring.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_498" id="page_498"></a>{498}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No more bald pates! Round our heads there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will be floating golden tresses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“While our hair some charming virgin<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Into pretty topknots dresses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Winecups will be there presented<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of circumference so spacious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That, compared with them, the goblets<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Made on earth are not capacious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“On the other hand, much smaller<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Than the mouths of earthly ladies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Will the mouth be of each woman<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who in heaven our solace made is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Drinking, kissing, laughing will we<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Pass through endless ages proudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Singing joyous Hallelujahs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Kyrie Eleyson loudly.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus the Christian ended, and the<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Monks believed illumination<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pierced each heart, and so prepared for<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The baptismal operation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the water-hating Hebrews<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shook themselves with scornful grinning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rabbi Juda of Navarre thus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His reply meanwhile beginning:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That thou for thy seed mightst dung<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My poor soul’s bare field devoutly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With whole dung-carts of abuse thou<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Hast in truth befoul’d me stoutly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Every one the method follows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To his taste best calculated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And instead of being angry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thank you, I’m propitiated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Your fine trinitarian doctrine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We poor Jews can never swallow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Though from earliest days of childhood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Wont the rule of three to follow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That three persons in your Godhead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And no more, are comprehended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Moderate appears; the ancients<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On six thousand gods depended.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_499" id="page_499"></a>{499}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Quite unknown to me the God is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whom you call the Christ, good brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Nor have I e’er had the honour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To have met his virgin mother.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I regret that some twelve hundred<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Years back, as your speech confesses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“At Jerusalem he suffer’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Certain disagreablenesses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That the Jews in truth destroy’d him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Rests upon your showing solely,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Seeing the delicti corpus<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On the third day vanish’d wholly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“It is equally uncertain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whether he was a connection<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of our God, who had no children—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In, at least, our recollection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our great God, like some poor lambkin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For humanity would never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Perish; for such philanthropic<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Actions he is far too clever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our great God of love knows nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Never to affection yields he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For he is a God of vengeance,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And as God his thunders wields he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Nothing can his wrathful lightnings<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From the sinner turn or soften,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the latest generations<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For the fathers’ sins pay often.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our great God, he lives for ever<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In his heavenly halls in glory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And, compared with him, eternal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Ages are but transitory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our great God, he is a hearty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“God, not like the myths that fright us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pale and lean as any wafer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Or the shadows by Cocytus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our great God is strong. He graspeth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Sun and moon and constellation:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thrones are crush’d, and people vanish<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When he frowns in indignation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_500" id="page_500"></a>{500}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And he is a mighty God.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“David sings: We cannot measure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All his greatness, earth’s his footstool,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And is subject to his pleasure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our great God loves music dearly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Lute and song to him are grateful;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But, like grunts of sucking pigs, he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Finds the sounds of churchbells hateful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Great Leviathan the fish is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who beneath the ocean strayeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And with him the Lord Almighty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For an hour each morning playeth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“With the’ exception of the ninth day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the month Ab, that sad morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When they burnt his holy temple;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On that day too great’s his sorrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Just one hundred miles in length is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The Leviathan; each fin is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Big as Og the King of Basan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And his tail no cedar thin is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet his flesh resembles turtle,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And its flavour is perfection,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the Lord will ask to dinner<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On the day of resurrection<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“All his own elect, the righteous,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Those whose faith was firm and stable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And this fish, the Lord’s own favourite,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will be set upon the table,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Partly dress’d with garlic white sauce,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Partly stew’d in wine and toasted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dress’d with raisins and with spices,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Much resembling matelotes roasted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Little slices of horseradish<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will the white sauce much embellish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So make ready, Friar Jose,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To devour the fish with relish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And the raisin sauce I spoke of<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Makes a most delicious jelly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And will be full well adapted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Friar Jose, to thy belly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_501" id="page_501"></a>{501}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What God cooks, is quite perfection—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Monk, my honest counsel follow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And be circumcised, your portion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of Leviathan to swallow.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus the Rabbi to allure him<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spoke with inward mirth insulting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Jews, with pleasure grunting,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Brandish’d all their knives exulting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To cut off the forfeit foreskins,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Victors after all the fighting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Genuine spolia opima<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In this conflict so exciting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the monks to their religion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stuck, despite the Jews’ derision,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And were equally reluctant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To submit to circumcision.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Next the Catholic converter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Answer’d, when the Jew had finish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His abuse again repeating,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full of fury undiminish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the Rabbi with a cautious<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ardour, with his answer follow’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though his heart was boiling over,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All his rising gall he swallow’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He appeals unto the Mischna,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Treatises and commentaries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with extracts from the Tausves-<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Jontof his quotations varies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But what blasphemy now speaks the<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Friar, arguments in want of!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He exclaim’d: “I wish the devil<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Had your stupid Tausves-Jontof!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“This surpasses all, good heavens!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Fearfully the Rabbi screeches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his patience lasts no longer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a maniac’s soon his speech is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If the Tausves-Jontof’s nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What is left? O vile detractor!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lord, avenge this foul transgression!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Punish, Lord, this malefactor!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_502" id="page_502"></a>{502}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For the Tausves-Jontof, God,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is thyself! And on the daring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Tausves-Jontof’s base denier<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou must vent thy wrath unsparing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Let the earth consume him, like the<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Wicked band of Cora, quickly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who their plots and machinations<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Sow’d against thee, Lord, so thickly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Punish, O my God, his baseness!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thunder forth thy loudest thunder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou with pitch and brimstone Sodom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And Gomorrha didst bring under.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Strike these Capuchins with vigour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As of yore thou struckest Pharaoh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who pursued us, as well-laden<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Flying from his land we were, Oh!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Knights a hundred thousand follow’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“This proud monarch of Mizrayim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In steel armour, with bright weapons<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In their terrible Jadayim.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Lord, thy right hand then extending,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Pharaoh and his host were smitten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In the Red Sea, and were drown’d there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As we drown a common kitten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Strike these Capuchins with vigour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Show the wicked wretches clearly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That the lightnings of thine anger<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Are not smoke and bluster merely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then thy triumph’s praise and glory<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I will sing and tell of proudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And moreover will, like Miriam,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Dance and play the timbrel loudly.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the monk with equal passion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Answer’d thus the furious Rabbi:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Villain, may the Lord destroy thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Damnable, accurst, and shabby!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I can well defy your devils<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whom the Evil One created,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Lucifer and Beelzebub,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Astaroth and Belial hated.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_503" id="page_503"></a>{503}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I can well defy your spirits,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And your hellish tricks unhallow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For in me is Jesus Christ, since<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I his body blest have swallow’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Christ my only favourite food is,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Than Leviathan more savoury,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With its boasted garlic white sauce<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Cook’d by Satan, full of knavery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ah! instead of thus disputing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I would sooner roast and bake you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With your comrades on the warmest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Funeral pile, the devil take you!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus for God and faith the tourney<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Goes on in confusion utter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But in vain the doughty champions<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Screech and rail and storm and splutter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For twelve hours the fight has lasted,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Neither side gives signs of tiring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the public fast grow weary,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the ladies are perspiring.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the Court, too, grows impatient,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ladies make with yawns suggestions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the lovely queen the monarch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Turns and asks the following questions:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tell me, what is your opinion?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Which is right, and which the liar?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Will you give your verdict rather<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For the Rabbi or the friar?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Donna Blanca gazes on him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thoughtfully her hands she presses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With closed fingers on her forehead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the monarch thus addresses:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Which is right, I cannot tell you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But I have a shrewd suspicion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That the Rabbi and the monk are<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Both in stinking bad condition.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_504" id="page_504"></a>{504}</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="LATEST_POEMS" id="LATEST_POEMS"></a>LATEST POEMS.</h2> - -<p>(1853-4.)</p> - -<h2><a name="PEACE-YEARNING" id="PEACE-YEARNING"></a>1. PEACE-YEARNING.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O let thy wounds bleed on, and let<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy tears for ever flow unbidden—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sorrow revels secret joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a sweet balm in tears is hidden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If strangers’ hand did wound thee not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou by thyself must needs be wounded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thank God with all thy heart, if tears<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To wet thy cheek have e’er abounded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The noise of day is hush’d, and night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In long dark mantle comes from heaven;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While in her arms, nor fool nor dolt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can break the rest to soothe thee given.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here thou art safe from music’s noise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And from the piano’s hammer-hammer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the grand opera’s pompous notes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the bravura’s fearful clamour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here thou art not pursued, nor plagued<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By endless crowds of idle smatt’rers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor by the genius Giacomo,<a name="FNanchor_85_85" id="FNanchor_85_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the clique of world-known chatt’rers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O grave, thou art the Paradise<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of ears that shun the rabble’s chorus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death’s good indeed, yet better ’twere<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our loving mothers never bore us.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="IN_MAY" id="IN_MAY"></a>2. IN MAY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The friends whom I kiss’d and caress’d of yore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have treated me now with cruelty sore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My heart is fast breaking. The sun, though, above<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With smiles is hailing the sweet month of love.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_505" id="page_505"></a>{505}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Spring blooms around. In the greenwood is heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The echoing song of each happy bird,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flowers and girls wear a maidenly smile—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O beauteous world, I hate thee the while;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, Orcus’ self I wellnigh praise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No contrasts vain torment there our days;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For suffering hearts ’tis better below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There where the Stygian night-waters flow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That sad and melancholy stream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Stymphalides’ dull scream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Furies singsong, so harsh and shrill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Cerberus’ bark the pauses to fill,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">These match full well with sorrow and pain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Proserpine’s accursèd domain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the region of shadows, the valley of sighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All with our tears doth harmonize.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But here above, like hateful things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun and the rose inflict their stings;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m mock’d by the heavens so May-like and blue—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O beauteous world, I hate thee anew!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="BODY_AND_SOUL" id="BODY_AND_SOUL"></a>3. BODY AND SOUL.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Poor soul doth to the body say:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll never leave thee, but I’ll stay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thee; yea, I with thee will sink<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In death and night, destruction drink.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou ever wert my second I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And round me clungest lovingly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though a dress of satin bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All lined throughout with ermine white—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alas! I’ve come to nakedness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mere abstraction, bodiless,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reduced a blessèd nullity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In yon bright realms of light to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the cold halls of heaven up yonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the Immortals silent wander,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gape upon me, clatt’ring by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In leaden slippers wearily.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis quite intolerable; stay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stay with me, my dear body, pray.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_506" id="page_506"></a>{506}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The body to poor soul replied:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cheer up, be not dissatisfied!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We peacefully must learn to bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What Fate apportions as our share.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was the lamp’s wick; I must now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Consume away; the spirit, thou,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wilt be selected by-and-by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sparkle as a star on high<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of purest radiance. I’m but rags.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mere stuff, like rotten tinder bags,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Collapsing fast, and nothing worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Becoming, what I was, mere earth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Farewell! take comfort, cease complaining;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance ’tis far more entertaining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In heaven than now supposed by thee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thou shouldst e’er the great bear see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Not Meyer-beer<a name="FNanchor_86_86" id="FNanchor_86_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a>) in those bright climes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Greet him from me a thousand times.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="RED_SLIPPERS" id="RED_SLIPPERS"></a>4. RED SLIPPERS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A wicked cat, grown old and gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she was a shoemaker chose to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And put before her window a board<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where slippers for young maidens were stored;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While some were of morocco made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Others of satin were there display’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of velvet some, with edges of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And figured strings, all gay to behold.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But fairest of all exposed to view<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a pair of slippers of scarlet hue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They gave full many a lass delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With their gorgeous colours and splendour bright.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A young and snow-white noble mouse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who chanced to pass the shoemaker’s house<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First turn’d to look, and then stood still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then peep’d over the window sill.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At length she said: “Good day, mother cat:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You’ve pretty red slippers, I grant you that.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If they’re not dear, I’m ready to buy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So tell me the price, if it’s not too high.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_507" id="page_507"></a>{507}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My good young lady,” the cat replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pray do me the favour to step inside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And honour my house, I venture to pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With your gracious presence. Allow me to say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That the fairest maidens come shopping to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And duchesses too, of high degree.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The slippers I’m willing full cheap to sell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet let us see if they’ll fit you well.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pray step inside, and take a seat”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus the wily cat did falsely entreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the poor white thing in her ignorance then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell plump in the snare in that murderous den.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little mouse sat down on a chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lifted her small leg up in the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In order to try how the red shoes fitted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A picture of innocent calm to be pitied.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When sudden the wicked cat seized her fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her murderous talons around her cast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bit right off her poor little head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My dear white creature,” the cat then said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My sweet little mouse, you’re as dead as a rat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The scarlet red slippers that served me so pat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll kindly place on the top of your tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And when is heard, on the last day of doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The sound of the trump, O mouse so white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From out of your grave you’ll come to light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like all the rest, and then you’ll be able<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To wear your red slippers.” Here ends my fable.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>MORAL.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye little white mice, take care where you go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And don’t be seduced by worldly show;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I counsel you sooner barefooted to walk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than buy slippers of cats, however they talk.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="BABYLONIAN_SORROWS" id="BABYLONIAN_SORROWS"></a>5. BABYLONIAN SORROWS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m summon’d by death. I’d fain, my love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have left thee behind in a wood to rove,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In one of those forests of firs so drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where vultures build, and wolves’ howlings we hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the wild sow fearfully grunts evermore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lawful spouse of the light grey boar.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_508" id="page_508"></a>{508}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m summon’d by death. ’Twere better far<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I, where the stormy billows are,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had had to leave thee, my wife, my child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And straightway the northpole’s tempest wild<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The waters had flogg’d, and out of the deep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hideous monsters that in it sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crocodile fierce and the shark, had come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With open jaws, and around thee swum.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Believe me, my child, Matilda, my wife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the angry sea, in its wildest strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the cruel forest less dangers give<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the city where we’re now fated to live.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though fearful the wolf and the vulture may be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The shark, and the monsters dread of the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far fiercer, more furious beasts have their birth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Paris, the capital proud of the earth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair Paris, the singing, so gay in her revels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hell to the angels, that heaven to devils.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thee I must leave in this dungeon sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This drives me crazy, this drives me mad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With scornful buzzing around my bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The black flies come; on my nose and head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They perch themselves—detestable race!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amongst them are some with a human face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And elephants’ trunks (though small in span)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the god Ganesa in Hindostan.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my brain I hear noises and heavy knocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sounds as if they were packing a box,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And my reason departs, alas! alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere I myself from this earth can pass.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SLAVE_SHIP" id="THE_SLAVE_SHIP"></a>6. THE SLAVE SHIP.</h2> - -<h3>PART I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The supercargo Mynher Van Koek<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In his cabin sits adding his figures;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He calculates his cargo’s amount,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the probable gain from his niggers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My gum and pepper are good: the stock<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is three hundred chests of all sizes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ve gold dust and ivory too in store,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But the black ware by far the best prize is.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_509" id="page_509"></a>{509}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Six hundred niggers I bought dirt-cheap<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Where the Senegal river is flowing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their flesh is firm, and their sinews tough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As the finest iron going.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I got them by barter, and gave in exchange<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Glass beads, steel goods, and some brandy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I shall make at least eight hundred per cent.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With but half of them living and handy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If only three hundred niggers are left,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When I get to Rio Janeiro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I shall have a hundred ducats a head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From the house of Gonzales Perreiro.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here all of a sudden Mynher Van Koek<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was disturb’d in his meditation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Doctor Van Smissen enter’d in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The vessel’s surgeon by station.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His figure was just as thin as a lath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his nose had warts all over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Well, worthy Doctor,” exclaim’d Van Koek,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Are my niggers still living in clover?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Doctor thank’d him, and said in reply:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ve come with a tale of disaster;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Throughout the night, I’m sorry to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The deaths have grown faster and faster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The average daily number is two,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But to-day just seven have died, Sir,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Four men and three women; I wrote the loss<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“At once in the log as my guide, Sir.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I closely inspected every corpse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For these rascals have often a notion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To feign themselves dead, in hopes that they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“May be thrown away into the ocean.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I took the irons from off the dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And according to usual custom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Next morning early into the sea<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I bid the sailors thrust ’em.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“At once the sharks from out of the waves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shot up in countless legions;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They love full dearly the niggers’ flesh,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My boarders are they in these regions.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_510" id="page_510"></a>{510}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They have follow’d after the track of the ship,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Since we’ve left the land in the distance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The creatures smell the scent of a corpse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With ravenous snuffling persistence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In truth ’tis a capital joke to see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“How after the bodies they follow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“One takes the head, another a leg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“While the rest the fragments swallow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then round the ship contented they roll,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When they’ve finished their eating and crunching<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And stare in my face, as if they sought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To thank me for their luncheon.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then spake Van Koek, as he sadly sigh’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the Doctor his story had finish’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How to lessen the evil? In what way best<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Can the rate of the deaths be diminish’d?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Doctor replied: “Many niggers have died<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By their own misconduct stealthy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their breath’s so bad, that it poisons the air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the ship, and makes it unhealthy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Through lowness of spirits, too, many have died,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And ennui, in this dreary stillness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I think that air and music and dance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Would soon remove their illness.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then cried Van Koek: “An excellent plan!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Dear Doctor, I utter no slander,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When I say that like Aristotle you’re wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The tutor of Alexander.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The Tulip-improvement Society’s head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the town of Delft may be clever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But he hasn’t one half of your brains, I’m sure,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Your equal I’ve met with never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then, music, music! The niggers all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On the deck I’ll see dancing and kicking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And whosoever won’t join in the fun<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shall receive in reward a good licking.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>PART II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On high, from the heaven’s blue canopy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many thousand stars are gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the eyes of fair women, so large and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with locks of yearning beaming.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_511" id="page_511"></a>{511}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They’re looking down on the ocean below,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose waves in the distance are curling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In phosphorescent blue vapour all veil’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the billows are joyously whirling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not a sail on the slave-ship is fluttering now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As though without tackle she’s lying;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But lanthorns are glimmering high on the decks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the dance with the music is vying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cook of the vessel is playing the flute,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The steersman’s playing the fiddle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trumpet is blown by the Doctor himself,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a lad beats the drum in the middle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A hundred niggers, both women and men,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are yelling and whirling and leaping,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As though they were mad; and at every spring<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their irons the tune are keeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They stamp on the ground in uproarious mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And many a swarthy maiden<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clasps her naked partner with warmth, while at times<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The air with their groanings is laden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The jailer acts as <i>maître des plaisirs</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dealing his lashes so fearful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The weary dancers he stimulates,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bids them be merry and cheerful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So dideldumdei and schnedderedeng!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The strange unwonted commotion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aroused from their lazy slumbers below<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The monsters fierce of the ocean.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All-heavy with sleep, the sharks swam up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In numbers many a hundred;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They stupidly stared at the ship on high<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With amazement, and blindly wondered.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They see that their usual breakfast time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has not come as soon as ’tis wanted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So they gape and ope wide their throats, their jaws<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With teeth like saws being planted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And dideldumdei and schnedderedeng!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There seems no end to the dances;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sharks grow impatient, and bite themselves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the tail with their teeth like lances.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_512" id="page_512"></a>{512}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I presume that for music they’ve got no taste,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like many an ignoramus;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trust not the beast that music loves not,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Says Albion’s poet famous.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And schnedderedeng and dideldumdei!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not one of the dancers seems lazy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the foremast stands Mynher Van Koek,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with folded hands thus prays he:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For Christ’s dear sake, O spare, good Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The lives of these swarthy sinners;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If they’ve anger’d thee e’er, thou know’st they’re as dull<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As the beasts that we eat for our dinners.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O spare their lives, for Christ’s dear sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who died for our salvation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For unless I have left me three hundred head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There’s an end to my occupation.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="AFFRONTENBURG" id="AFFRONTENBURG"></a>7. AFFRONTENBURG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Time fleeteth, yet that castle old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With all its battlements, its tower,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And simple folk that in it dwelt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appears before me every hour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I ever see the weathercock<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That on the roof turn’d round so drily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each person, ere he spoke a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was wont to look up tow’rds it slily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He that would talk, first learnt the wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For fear the ancient grumbler Boreas<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might turn against him suddenly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Tormenting him with blast uproarious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In truth, the wisest held their tongues,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For in that place an echo sported,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which, when it answer’d back the voice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each word maliciously distorted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Amidst the castle garden stood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A marble fount, with sphinxes round it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever dry, though tears enough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had flow’d inside it, to have drown’d it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_513" id="page_513"></a>{513}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O most accursèd garden! Ah,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No single spot was in thy keeping<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherein my heart had not been sad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wherein my eye had not known weeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No single tree did it contain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath whose shade affronts injurious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had not against me utter’d been<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By tongues ironical or furious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The toad that listen’d in the grass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unto the rat hath all confided,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who told his aunt the viper straight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The news in which himself he prided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She in her turn told cousin frog,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in this manner each relation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the whole filthy race soon learnt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My dire affronts and sad vexation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The garden roses were full fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sweet the fragrance that they scatter’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet early wither’d they and died,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By a mysterious poison shatter’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And next the nightingale was sick<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To death,—that songster loved and cherish’d.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That sang to every rose her song;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through her own poison’s taste she perish’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O most accursèd garden! Yea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It was as though a curse oppress’d it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft was I seized by ghostly fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While broad clear daylight still possess’d it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The green-eyed spectre on me grinn’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Terror with fearful mockery vying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While from the yew-trees straightway rose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sound of groaning, choking, sighing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the long alley’s end arose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The terrace where the Baltic Ocean<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At time of flood its billows dash’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against the rocks in wild commotion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There sees one far across the main,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There stood I oft, in wild dreams roaming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The breakers fill’d my heart as well<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With ceaseless roaring, raging, foaming.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_514" id="page_514"></a>{514}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A foaming, raging, roaring ’twas,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As powerless as the billows curling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the hard rock broke mournfully,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proudly as they their shocks were hurling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With envy saw I ships pass by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some happier country seeking gladly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While I am in this castle chain’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With bonds accurst, and pining sadly.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="APPENDIX_TO_LAZARUS87" id="APPENDIX_TO_LAZARUS87"></a>8. APPENDIX TO “LAZARUS.”<a name="FNanchor_87_87" id="FNanchor_87_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a></h2> - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Holy parables discarding,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And each guess, however pious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To these awful questions plainly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seek with answers to supply us:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wherefore bends the Just One, bleeding<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Neath the cross’s weight laborious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While upon his steed the Wicked<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rides all-proudly and victorious?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wherein lies the fault? It is not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That our God is not almighty?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or hath he himself offended?—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such a thought seems wild and flighty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus are we for ever asking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till at length our mouths securely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a clod of earth are fasten’d,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That is not an answer, surely?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My head by the maiden swarthy but fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was press’d ’gainst her bosom with yearning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, alas! to grey soon turn’d my hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where had fallen her tears so burning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She kiss’d me ill, and she kiss’d me lame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She kiss’d till my eyes were faded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My spinal marrow dried up became,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By her mouth’s wild sucking pervaded.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_515" id="page_515"></a>{515}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My body is now a corpse, wherein<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My spirit is fetter’d closely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis often angry, and makes a din,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And storms and struggles morosely,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O impotent curses! Not even a fly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can be kill’d by mere execrations;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Submit to thy fate, and patiently try<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To bear Heaven’s dispensations.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How slowly time is crawling on,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That serpent terrible and creeping!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While I, alas! all-motionless,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the same spot am ever weeping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On my dark cell no ray of hope<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hath shone, no sunbeam e’er hath risen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For nothing but the churchyard’s vault<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall I exchange this fatal prison.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perchance I long ago did die,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perchance the phantasies which nightly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hold in my brain their shifting dance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are nought but ghostly forms unsightly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They may full well the spectres be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of some old heathen gods or devils;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They gladly choose the empty skull<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of a dead poet for their revels.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Those orgies sweet but terrible,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those nightly ghost-acts, full of warning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poet’s corpse-hand ofttimes seeks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To place on record in the morning.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once saw I many a blooming flower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon my way, but slothfully<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stoop’d not to pluck them in that hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And on my proud steed hasten’d by.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now when I’m near to death, and languish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now when beneath me yawns the tomb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft in my thought, with bitter anguish,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Returns the’ unheeded flowers’ perfume.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_516" id="page_516"></a>{516}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But most of all, my brain is burning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a bright yellow violet fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wild beauty! How I grieve with yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To think that I enjoy’d thee ne’er!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My comfort is: Oblivion’s waters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have not yet lost their olden might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dull hearts of earth’s sons and daughters<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To steep in Lethe’s blissful night.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw them laughing, smiling gladly,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw them ruin’d utterly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard them weeping, dying sadly,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet I utter’d not a sigh.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each corpse I as a mourner follow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yea, to the churchyard follow’d I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then—with appetite I swallow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My noontide meal, I’ll not deny.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I now recall that band long perish’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With feelings sadden’d and oppress’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like sudden glowing love once cherish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They strangely storm within my breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And most ’tis Juliet’s tears so burning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That in my memory spring to light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sadness turns to ceaseless yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I call upon her day and night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In feverish dreams, with soft emotion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The faded flower oft comes again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks a posthumous devotion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To my love’s glow it offers then.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O gentle phantom, clasp me often<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With strong and ever stronger power;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto my lips press thine, and soften<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bitterness of this last hour.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou wast a maiden fair, so good and kindly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So neat, so cool—in vain I waited blindly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till came the hour wherein thy gentle heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would ope, and inspiration play its part.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_517" id="page_517"></a>{517}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yea, inspiration for those lofty things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which prose and reason deem but wanderings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But yet for which the noble, lovely, good<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon this earth rave, suffer, shed their blood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon the Rhine’s fair strand, where vine-hills smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once in glad summer days we roam’d the while;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bright laugh’d the sun, sweet incense in that hour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stream’d from the beauteous cup of every flower.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The purple pinks and roses breath’d in turn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red kisses on us, which like fire did burn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even the smallest daisy’s faint perfume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Appear’d a life ideal then to bloom.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But thou didst peacefully beside me go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a white satin dress, demure and slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like some girl’s portrait limn’d by Netscher’s art,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little glacier seem’d to be thy heart.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At reason’s solemn judgment-seat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy full acquittal hath been spoken;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The verdict says: the little one<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By word or deed no law hath broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, dumb and motionless thou stood’st,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While madd’ning flames were raging through me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou stirredst not, no word thou spak’st,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet thou’lt be ever guilty to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Throughout my visions every night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A voice accusing ceaseth never<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To charge thee with ill will, and say<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That thou hast ruin’d me for ever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It brings its proofs and witnesses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its musty rolls from thought long banish’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet at morning, with my dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lo, the accuser too hath vanish’d!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now hath it in my inmost heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With all its records, refuge taken—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One only haunts my memory still:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I am ruin’d and forsaken.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_518" id="page_518"></a>{518}</span></p> - -<h3>VIII.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thy letter was a flash of lightning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Illuming night with sudden glow;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It served with dazzling force to show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How deep my misery is, how fright’ning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">E’en thou compassion then didst share,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who, ’mid my life’s sad desolation,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stood’st, like the sculptor’s mute creation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As cold as marble, and as fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O God, how wretched must I be!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For into speech her lips are waking,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From out her eyes the tears are breaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stone feels for me tenderly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sight hath fill’d me with confusion;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have pity, Lord, though thou mayst chasten,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy peace bestow, and quickly hasten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This fearful tragedy’s conclusion.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IX.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The true sphynx’s form’s the same as<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Woman’s; this I see full clearly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the paws and lion’s body<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are the poet’s fancy merely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dark as death is still the riddle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of this true sphynx. E’en the clever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Son and husband of Jocasta<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such a hard one found out never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By good luck, though, woman knows not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her own riddle’s explanation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the answer she discover’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Earth would fall from its foundation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>X.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three women sit at the crossway lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They’re thinking and spinning,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They’re sighing and grinning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their very aspect is hideous only.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The distaff the first holds, so placid;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The threads she setteth,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And each one wetteth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So her hanging lip is all dry and flaccid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_519" id="page_519"></a>{519}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The spindle the second one dances<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In a circle ’tis whirling,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In droll fashion twirling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The old woman’s eyes shoot blood-red glances.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The third Fate’s hands, so befitting,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hold the scissors so dreary,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">She hums Miserere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sharp is her nose, with a wart on it sitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O hasten thee quickly, and sever<br /></span> -<span class="i4">My life’s thread so sadd’ning,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Escaping this madd’ning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turmoil of life’s distresses for ever!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>XI.</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I scorn the heavenly plains above me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the blest land of Paradise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No fairer women there will love me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than those whom here on earth I prize.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No angel blest, his high flight winging,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Could there replace my darling wife;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sit on clouds, whilst psalms I’m singing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would small enjoyment give to life.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O Lord, methinks ’twere best to leave me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon this lower world to dwell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But first from sufferings reprieve me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Some money granting me as well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The world, I know, is overflowing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With sin and misery; yet I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have learnt full well the art of going<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Along its pavement quietly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Life’s bustle cannot now annoy me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For ’tis but seldom that I roam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside my wife I’d fain employ me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In slippers and loose-coat at home.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Leave me with her! When she is prattling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My soul drinks in the music dear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that sweet voice, so gaily rattling,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her look so faithful is and clear!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_520" id="page_520"></a>{520}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For health alone and means of living,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lord, ask I! Let me stay below<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For many a day its blessings giving,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beside my wife <i>in statu quo</i>!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>9. THE DRAGONFLY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beauteous dragonfly’s dancing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the waves of the rivulet glancing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She dances here and she dances there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full many a beetle with loud applause<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admires her dress of azure gauze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admires her body’s bright splendour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And also her figure so slender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full many a beetle, to his cost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His modicum small of reason lost;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her wooers are humming of love and truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brabant and Holland pledging forsooth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dragonfly smiled and thus spake she:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Brabant and Holland are nought to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But haste, if my charms you admire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And fetch me a sparklet of fire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The cook has just been brought to bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I my supper must cook instead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The coals on the hearth are burnt away,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So fetch me a sparklet of fire, I pray.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Scarce had the false one spoken the word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When off the beetles flew, like a bird.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They seek for fire, and soon they find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their home in the wood’s left far behind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At length they see a candle’s light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In garden-bower burning bright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then with amorous senseless aim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They headlong rush in the candle’s flame.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The candle’s flame with crackling consumed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beetles and their fond hearts so doom’d:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While some with their lives did expiation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some only lost wings in the conflagration.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_521" id="page_521"></a>{521}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O woe to the beetle, whose wings have been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Burnt off! In a foreign land, I ween,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He must crawl on the ground like vermin fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With humid insects that nastily smell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One’s bad companions—he’s heard to say,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the worst of plagues, in exile’s day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’re forced to converse with every sort<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of noxious creatures, of bugs in short,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who treat us as though their comrades were we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because in the selfsame mud we be.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this complain’d old Virgil’s scholar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poet of exile and hell, with choler.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I think with grief of the happier time,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I in my glory’s well-winged prime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my native ether was playing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On sunny flowers was straying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From rosy calixes food I drew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was thought of importance, and wheeling flew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With butterflies all of elegance rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with the cricket, the artist fair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But since my poor wings I happen’d to burn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To my fatherland now I ne’er can return;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m turn’d to a worm, that will soon expire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m rotting away in foreign mire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O would that I had never met<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dragonfly, that azure coquette,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With figure so fine and slender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fair but cruel pretender!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="ASCENSION" id="ASCENSION"></a>10. ASCENSION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The body lay on the bier of death,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While the poor soul, when gone its breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Escaping from earth’s constant riot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was on its way to heavenly quiet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then knock’d it at the portal high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spake these words with a heavy sigh:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Saint Peter, give me inside a place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I am so tired of life’s hard race.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_522" id="page_522"></a>{522}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“On silken pillows I fain would rest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In heaven’s bright realms, and play my best<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With darling angels at blindman’s-buff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Enjoying repose and bliss enough!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A clatter of slippers ere long was heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bunch of keys appear’d to be stirr’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And out of a lattice, the entrance near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saint Peter’s visage was seen to peer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He spake: “The vagabonds come again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The gipsies, Poles, and their beggarly train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The idlers and the Hottentots—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They come alone and they come in knots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And fain would enter on heaven’s bright rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And there be angels, and there be blest.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Halloa, halloa! For gallows’ faces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Like yours, for such contemptible races<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Were never created the halls of bliss,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Your portion’s with Satan, far off from this.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Away, away, and take your flight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the black pool of endless night.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The old man thus growl’d, but hadn’t the heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To continue to play a blustering part,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So added these words, its spirits to cheer:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Poor soul, in truth thou dost not appear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To that base troop of rogues to belong—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Well, well, I’ll grant thy desire so strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Because it is my birthday to-day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And I feel just now in a merciful way.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But meanwhile tell me the country and place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From whence thou comest; and was it the case<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That thou wast married? It happens sometimes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A husband’s patience atones for all crimes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A husband need not in hell to be stew’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Nor need we him from heaven exclude.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The soul replied: “From Prussia I came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My native town is Berlin by name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“There ripples the Spree, and in its bed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The young cadets jump heels over head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“It overflows kindly, when rains begin—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A beautiful spot is indeed Berlin!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_523" id="page_523"></a>{523}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I was a private teacher when there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And much philosophy read with care.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I married a chanoinesse—strange to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“She quarrell’d frightfully every day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Especially when in the house was no bread—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Twas this that kill’d me, and now I am dead.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Saint Peter cried: “Alack, alack!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Philosophy’s but the trade of a quack.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In truth it is a puzzle to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Why people study philosophy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“It is such tedious and profitless stuff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And is moreover godless enough;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In hunger and doubt their votaries dwell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Till Satan carries them off to hell.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Well thy Xantippe might make exclamations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Against the thin and washy potations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From whence upon her, with comforting gleam<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No eye of fat could ever beam.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But now, poor soul, pray comforted be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The strictest commands are given to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis true, that each who whilst he did live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To philosophy used his attention to give,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Especially to the godless German,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Should be driven away from hence like vermin.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yet ’tis my birthday to-day, as I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Have said, so there is a reason why<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll not reject thee, but ope for a minute<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The gate of heaven—quick, enter within it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With utmost speed—<br /></span> -<span class="i10">“Now all is right!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The whole of the day, from morn’s first light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Till late in the evening, thou canst walk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Round heaven at will, and dreamily stalk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Along its jewel-paved streets so fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But mind, thou must not meddle when there<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With any philosophy, or I shall be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Soon compromised most terribly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“When angels thou hearest singing, assume<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A face of rapture, and never of gloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But if an archangel sang the song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Be full of inspiration strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And say that Malibran ne’er pretended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To have a soprano so rich and splendid;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_524" id="page_524"></a>{524}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And ever applaud each tuneful hymn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of cherubim and of seraphim.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Compare them all with Signor Rubini,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With Mario and Tamburini,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Give them the title of Excellencies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And be not sparing of reverencies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The singers in heaven, as well as on earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Have all loved flattery since their birth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The world’s great Chapel-master on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“E’en He is pleased when they glorify<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“His works, and delighteth to hear ador’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The wonders of God, the mighty Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And when a psalm to His glory and praise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In thickest incense clouds they raise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Forget me not. Whenever to thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The glory of heaven causes ennui,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Then hither come, and at cards we’ll play.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“All games alike are in my way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From doubledummy to faro I’ll go,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We’ll also drink. But, <i>apropos</i>,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If thou should’st meet, when going from hence,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The Lord, and He should ask thee from whence<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Thou com’st, let no word of Berlin be said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But say, from Vienna or Munich instead.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_AFFIANCED_ONES" id="THE_AFFIANCED_ONES"></a>11. THE AFFIANCED ONES.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou weep’st, and on me look’st, believing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That thou art for my anguish grieving—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou know’st not, wife, that ’tis for thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tear escapes thee, not for me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O tell me if it be not true<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That o’er thy spirit sometimes grew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blest foreboding, showing thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we were join’d by fate’s decree?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">United, bliss was ours below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sever’d, nought is ours but woe.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the great book ’tis written clearly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we should love each other dearly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy place should be upon my breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here first awoke self-knowledge blest;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the realm of plants, with power<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas mine to free, to kiss thee, flower!—<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_525" id="page_525"></a>{525}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raise thee to me, to highest life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas mine to give thee soul, my wife.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, when reveal’d the riddles stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When in the hour-glass is the sand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Run out, weep not, ’tis order’d so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone thou’lt wither, when I go;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt wither, ere thou yet hast bloom’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere thou hast glow’d, be quench’d and doom’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt die and be the prey of death<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere thou hast learnt to draw thy breath.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know it now. By heaven, ’tis thou<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whom I have loved. How bitter now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moment we are join’d for ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find the hour when we must sever.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The welcome meanwhile must give way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sad farewell. We part to-day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For evermore, for ’tis not given<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To us to meet again in heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beauty to dust will fall at last,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt pass away, and crumble fast.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poets’ fate will happier be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Death cannot kill them utterly.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Annihilation strikes us ne’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We live in poesy’s land so fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Avalon, where fairies dwell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dear corpse, for ever fare thee well!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_PHILANTHROPIST" id="THE_PHILANTHROPIST"></a>12. THE PHILANTHROPIST.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There once was a brother and sister,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sister was poor, the brother was rich.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poor one said to the rich one:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Give me a piece of bread.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The rich one said to the poor one:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Leave me to-day in peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“While I give my yearly banquet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To the lords of the Council all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The first doth turtlesoup relish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The second doth pineapples eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The third is fond of pheasant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And Perigord truffles too.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_526" id="page_526"></a>{526}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The fourth eats nought but seafish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The fifth in salmon delights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The sixth of each dish eateth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And drinketh even more.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The poor rejected sister<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went hungry back to her house;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She threw herself on her straw-bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And deeply sighed and died.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We all alike must perish!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scythe of death at last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mowed down the wealthy brother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it the sister had mown.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the wealthy brother<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His end approaching saw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sent for his notary quickly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And straightway made his will.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With legacies large and lib’ral<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The clergy he endow’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The schools, and the great museum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of zoological things.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And noble sums moreover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great testator bequeath’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the deaf and dumb asylum<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Jewish Conversion fund.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A handsome bell bestow’d he<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the new Saint Stephen’s tower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It weighs five hundred centners,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of first-rate metal too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is a bell enormous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sounds both early and late;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sounds to the praise and glory<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that most excellent man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It tells, with its tongue of iron,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the good he has done<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the town and his fellow-townsmen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever might be their faith.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou great benefactor of mortals<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In death as well as in life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great bell’s ever proclaiming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each benefaction of thine!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_527" id="page_527"></a>{527}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The funeral next with all honour<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pomp was solemnized,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people crowded to see it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And reverently gazed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon a coal-black carriage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a vast canopy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adorn’d with black ostrich feathers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The splendid coffin lay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Trick’d out with plates of silver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silver embroidery fine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the black ground the silver<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grandest effect produced.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The carriage was drawn by six horses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In coal-black trappings disguised,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That fell, like funeral mantles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down even to their hoofs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Behind the coffin were crowded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The servants in liveries black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their snow-white handkerchiefs holding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before their sorrowing face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The people of rank in the city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In long procession form’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of black and showy coaches,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Totter’d along behind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In this grand fun’ral procession,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remember, were also found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The noble lords of the Council,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet they were not complete.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The one was missing, whose fancy<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was pheasant and truffles to eat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An attack of indigestion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had lately carried him off.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_WHIMS_OF_THE_AMOROUS" id="THE_WHIMS_OF_THE_AMOROUS"></a>13. THE WHIMS OF THE AMOROUS.</h2> - -<p>(A true story, repeated after old documents and reproduced in excellent -rhyme.)</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon the hedge the beetle sits sadly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has fallen in love with a lady-fly madly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O fly of my soul, ’tis thou alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Art the wife I have chosen to be my own.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_528" id="page_528"></a>{528}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O marry me, and be not cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I have a belly of glistening gold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My back is a mass of glory and show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There rubies glitter, there emeralds glow—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O would that I were a fool just now!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’d never marry a beetle, I vow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I care not for emeralds, rubies, or gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know that no happiness riches enfold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis tow’rd the ideal my thought soars high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I am in truth a haughty fly.—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beetle flew off, with a heart like to break,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fly went away, a bath to take.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O what has become of my maid, the bee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That she when I’m washing may wait on me,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That she may stroke my soft hair outside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I am now a beetle’s bride.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In truth, a splendid party I’ll give,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For handsomer beetle never did live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His back is a mass of glory and show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There rubies glitter, there emeralds glow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His belly is golden, and noble each feature;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With envy will burst full many a creature.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Make haste, Miss Bee, and dress my hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lace my waist, use perfumes rare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With otto of roses rub me o’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lavender oil on my feet then pour,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That I mayn’t stink or nastily smell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I in my bridegroom’s arms shall dwell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Already are flitting the dragonflies blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As maids of honour to wait on me too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Into my bridal garland they’ll twine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blossoms white of the orange so fine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Full many musicians are asked to the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And singers as well, of the grasshopper race.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bittern, drone, hornet, and gadfly all come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To blow on the trumpet, and beat the drum.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_529" id="page_529"></a>{529}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They’re all to strike up for the glad wedding feast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gay-wingèd guests, from greatest to least,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Are coming in families dapper and brisk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The commoner insects amongst them frisk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The grasshoppers, wasps, and the aunts, and the cousins<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are coming, whilst trumpets are blowing by dozens.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The pastor, the mole, in black dignified state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has also arrived, and the hour grows late.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bells are all sounding ding-dong, ding-a-dong—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where’s my dear bridegroom ling’ring so long?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ding dong, ding-a-dong, sound the bells all the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bridegroom however has flown far away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bells are all sounding ding-dong, ding-a-dong—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where’s my dear bridegroom ling’ring so long?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bridegroom has meanwhile taken his seat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a distant dunghill, enjoying the heat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seven years there sits he, until his forgotten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor bride has long been dead and rotten.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="MIMI" id="MIMI"></a>14. MIMI.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m no modest city creature<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the hearth demurely spinning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But a free cat on the roof,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the air, with manners winning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“When in summer nights I’m musing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On the roof, in grateful coolness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Music in me purrs, I sing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From my heart’s o’erpowering fulness.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus she speaks, and from her bosom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wild and wedding-songs stream thickly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the melody allures<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the cats unmarried quickly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Purring, mewing, thither hasten<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the young cats, plain or brindled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with Mimi join in chorus,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full of love, with passion kindled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They are no mere virtuosos<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who profane, for sordid wages,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Music, but of harmony<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are apostles true, and sages.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_530" id="page_530"></a>{530}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They no instruments use ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each is his own flute and viol;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All their noses trumpets are,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bellies, drums, and no denial.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They in chorus raise their voices,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In one general intermezzo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Playing fugues, as if by Bach,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or by Guido of Arezzo.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wild the symphonies they’re singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like capriccios of Beethoven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or of Berlioz, who’s excell’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By their strains so interwoven.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wonderful their music’s might is!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Magic notes without an equal!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en the heavens they shake, the stars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All turn pallid in the sequel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the magic notes she heareth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the wondrous tones delightful,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then Selene hides her face<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a veil of clouds so frightful.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the nightingale with envy—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scandalous old prima donna—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turns her nose up, snuffs, and scorns<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mimi’s voice, to her dishonour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Never mind! She’ll go on singing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spite the envy of Signora,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till on the horizon’s seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smiling rosily, Aurora.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="GOOD_ADVICE" id="GOOD_ADVICE"></a>15. GOOD ADVICE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cease thy blushes and thy sorrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Boldly woo, and, not aside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Civil they will be to-morrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thou thus wilt win thy bride.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis the fiddle makes the revel,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Give, then, the musicians gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though thou wish them at the devil,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kiss thy aunts-in-law, though old.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_531" id="page_531"></a>{531}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give a prince his meed of laurel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of a woman speak not ill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With thy sausages don’t quarrel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When thou hast a sow to kill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If the church to thee is hateful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the more attend its shrine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the parson be thou grateful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Send him, too, a flask of wine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If an itching chance to teaze thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a man of honour, scratch;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If thy shoe be tight and squeeze thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Slippers get with all despatch.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thy soup has too much seasoning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be not in an angry mood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiling say, instead of reasoning:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Sweet wife, all thou cook’st is good.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thy wife a wish expresses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For a shawl, straight buy her two;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Buy her golden brooches, dresses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lace and jewels not a few.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If thou’lt give this plan a trial,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then, my friend, thou’lt surely gain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven to bless thy self-denial,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And on earth to peace attain.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="REMINISCENCES_OF_HAMMONIA88" id="REMINISCENCES_OF_HAMMONIA88"></a>16. REMINISCENCES OF HAMMONIA.<a name="FNanchor_88_88" id="FNanchor_88_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Orphan children two and two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wandering gladly on we view,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All of them blue coats are wearing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All of them red cheeks are bearing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the pretty orphan children!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All are moved when thus they prattle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the money boxes rattle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Liberal alms upon them flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That their secret sires bestow,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the pretty orphan children!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Women of a feeling heart<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many a poor child kiss apart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kiss his driv’lling nose (not pleasant),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give him sweetmeats as a present—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the pretty orphan children!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_532" id="page_532"></a>{532}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One, with timid face but willing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Throws into the box a shilling,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he has a heart,—then gaily<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follows he his business daily—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the pretty orphan children!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One a golden louis-d’or<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Next bestows, but not before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heavenward looking, hoping blindly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Lord will view him kindly—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the pretty orphan children!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Porters, coopers, working men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Servants, make to-day again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Holiday, and drain their glasses,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drinking to these lads and lasses—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the pretty orphan children!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tutelar Hammonia<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Follows them incognita;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As she moves, her form gigantic<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sways about, in manner frantic—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the pretty orphan children!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the green field where they went<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Music fills the lofty tent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cover’d o’er with flag and banner;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There are fed in sumptuous manner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these pretty orphan children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There in lengthy rows they sit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Eating many a nice tit-bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tarts and cakes and sweet things crunching,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While like little mice they’re munching,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All these pretty orphan children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now my thoughts to dwell begin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On an orphan-house wherein<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There no feasting is or gladness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where lament in ceaseless sadness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Millions of poor orphan children.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There no uniforms are seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many want their dinner e’en;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No two walk together yonder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lonely, sorrowfully wander<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Many million orphan children.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_533" id="page_533"></a>{533}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_ROBBERS" id="THE_ROBBERS"></a>17. THE ROBBERS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While Laura’s arm, with tender feeling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Embraced me on the couch, the fox<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her worthy husband from my box<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My banknotes quietly was stealing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My pockets now have got no cash in!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was Laura’s kiss a simple lie?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ah! what is truth? In days gone by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus Pilate ask’d, his hands while washing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This evil world, decay’d and rotten,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I soon shall ne’er again behold;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I see that he who has no gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will very soon be quite forgotten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For you, pure souls, whose habitation<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In yonder realms of light I see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My bosom yearns. No wants have ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So stealing is not your vocation.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_YOUNG_CATS_CLUB_FOR_POETRY-MUSIC" id="THE_YOUNG_CATS_CLUB_FOR_POETRY-MUSIC"></a>18. THE YOUNG CATS’ CLUB FOR POETRY-MUSIC</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The philharmonic young cats’ club<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon the roof was collected<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-night, but not for sensual joys,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No wrong could there be detected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No summer night’s wedding dream there was dreamt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No song of love did they utter<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the winter season, in frost and snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For frozen was every gutter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A newborn spirit hath recently<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Come over the whole cat-nation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But chiefly the young, and the young cat feels<br /></span> -<span class="i2">More earnest with inspiration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The frivolous generation of old<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is extinct, and a newborn yearning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pussy-springtime of poetry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In art and in life they’re learning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The philharmonic young cats’ club<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is now returning to artless<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And primitive music, and naïveté,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From modern fashions all heartless.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_534" id="page_534"></a>{534}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It seeks in music for poetry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roulades with the quavers omitted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seeks for poetry, music-void,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For voice and instrument fitted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It seeks for genius’s sovereign sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which often bungles truly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet oft in art unconsciously<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Attains the highest stage duly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It honours the genius which prefers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dame Nature to keep at a distance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will not show off its learning,—in fact<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its learning not having existence.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This is the programme of our cat club,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with these intentions elated,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It holds its first winter concert to-night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the roof, as before I have stated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet sad was the execution, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of this great idea so splendid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m sorry, my dear friend Berlioz,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That by thee it wasn’t attended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was a charivari, as though<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With brandy elated greatly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three dozen pipers struck up the tune<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That the poor cow died of lately.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was an utter medley, as though<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In Noah’s ark were beginning<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole of the beasts in unison<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Deluge to tell of in singing,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O what a croaking, snarling, and noise!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O what a mewing and yelling!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the chimneys all join’d in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wonderful chorus swelling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And loudest of all was heard a voice<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which sounded languid and shrieking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Sontag’s voice became at the last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When utterly broken and squeaking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The whimsical concert! Methinks that they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A grand Te Deum were chanting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To honour the triumph o’er reason obtain’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By commonest frenzy and canting.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_535" id="page_535"></a>{535}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perchance moreover the young cats’ club<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The opera grand were essaying<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the greatest pianist of Hungary<a name="FNanchor_89_89" id="FNanchor_89_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">Composed for Charenton’s playing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was not till the break of day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That an end was put to the party;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cook was in consequence brought to bed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who before had seem’d well and hearty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lying-in woman lost her wits,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her memory, too, was affected,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who was the father of her child<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No longer she recollected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Say, was it Peter? Say, was it Paul?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Say who is the father, Eliza!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O Liszt, thou heavenly cat!” she said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And simper’d and look’d the wiser.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="HANS_LACK-LAND" id="HANS_LACK-LAND"></a>19. HANS LACK-LAND.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Farewell, my wife, said Lack-Land Hans,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A lofty object elates me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far different goats I now must shoot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far different game awaits me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll leave thee behind my hunting horn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou canst in my absence daily,.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Play merrily on it, for thou hast learnt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To blow on the post-horn gaily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll also leave thee behind my hound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be the castle’s defender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My German folk, like faithful dogs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will guard me and never surrender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They offer me the imperial throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their affection is almost provoking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My image is graven on every heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And every pipe they are smoking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ye Germans are a wonderful race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So simple and yet so clever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One forgets that gunpowder, but for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Had been discover’d never.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_536" id="page_536"></a>{536}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Your emperor,—no, your father I’ll be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your welfare shall be my sole glory—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O blissful thought! it makes me as proud<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the Gracchi’s mother in story.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll govern my people by feeling alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And not by the light of mere reason;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I never could bear diplomacy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And politics hate like treason.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A huntsman am I, and Nature’s own child,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who had in the forest my training,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With chamois and snipe and roebuck and boar,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A foe to all nonsense and feigning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By proclamations I never enticed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No printed pamphlet invented;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I say: “My people, the salmon’s all gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With cod for to-day be contented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If I don’t please you as Emperor, take<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The first donkey that comes about you;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I had, when I lived in the Tyrol, no lack,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I’ve plenty to eat without you.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus speak I, but now, my wife, farewell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I must end my long discourses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My father-in-law’s postilion’s outside,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Awaiting me with the horses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quick, hand me over my travelling cap,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the ribbon all black-red-golden;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt see me soon with the diadem,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the dress imperial and olden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou’lt see me in the Pluvial too,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The purple robe so glorious,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gift of the Saracen Sultan erst<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Otto, the Cæsar victorious.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Beneath, I shall wear the Dalmatian dress,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whereon, in each species of jewel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A train of lions and camels is work’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fabulous monsters and cruel.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon my breast the stole I shall wear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Significantly blended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With eagles black on a yellow ground,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The garment is really splendid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_537" id="page_537"></a>{537}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Farewell! Posterity shall say<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I reign’d with honest intention.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who knows? Posterity perchance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My name will never mention.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="RECOLLECTIONS_FROM_KRAHWINKELS_DAYS_OF_TERROR" id="RECOLLECTIONS_FROM_KRAHWINKELS_DAYS_OF_TERROR"></a>20. RECOLLECTIONS FROM KRÄHWINKEL’S DAYS OF TERROR.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We, mayor and senate of the town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The following orders now lay down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all who love their city truly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enjoining them to keep them duly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis foreigners and strangers most<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who their rebellious spirit boast;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thank God, such rogues (to put it fairly)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children of the soil are rarely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Atheists likewise are concern’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he by whom his God is spurn’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is sure at last to hold detested<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All those on earth with power invested.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Christian and Jew, at close of day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must shut their shops without delay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Obey your rulers” should be ever<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both Jew and Christian’s first endeavour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No person shall be seen at night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In any street without a light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where three or more in groups are standing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let them at once begin disbanding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each one must bring his weapons all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lay them down in the guildhall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every kind of ammunition<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is subject to the same condition.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He who in any public spot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ventures to reason, shall be shot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He who by gestures dares to reason<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall pay the penalty of treason.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Confide in the authorities,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So gracious, but withal so wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who rule the fortunes of the city,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hold your tongues, or more’s the pity.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_538" id="page_538"></a>{538}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_AUDIENCE" id="THE_AUDIENCE"></a>21. THE AUDIENCE.</h2> - -<p>(An old Fable.)</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’ll let not my children, like Pharaoh, be drown’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In the Nile’s deep turbulent water;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Nor am I a tyrant, like Herod of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No patron of children’s slaughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I will, as my gracious Saviour did,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Find the sight of the children pleasant;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So suffer the children to come, and first<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The big one, the Swabian peasant.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus spake the monarch; the chamberlain ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And return’d, introducing slowly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stalwart child from Swabia’s land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who made a reverence lowly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus spake the king: “A Swabian art thou?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“There’s no disgrace in that surely.”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Quite right! I was born in Swabia’s land,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Replied the Swabian demurely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Art thou from the seven Swabians sprung?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ask’d the other.—“In truth I’m descended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From one of them only,” the Swabian replied,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And not from the whole of them blended.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king then ask’d: “Are dumplings this year<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In Swabia as usual eaten?”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m obliged for the question,” the Swabian rejoin’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“They are not easily beaten.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And do ye still boast big men?” next said<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The monarch.—“Why, just at present<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The big ones are scarce, but in their place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We’ve fat ones,” answer’d the peasant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Has Menzel,” added the king, “received<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“On his ear many boxes lately?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’m obliged for the question,” the Swabian said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The former ones punish’d him greatly.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king then said, “Thou’rt not such a fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My friend, as thou fain wouldst persuade me.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That’s because I was changed in my cradle,” said he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the cobolds, who different made me.”<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_539" id="page_539"></a>{539}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The king then spake: “The Swabians are wont<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To love their fatherland dearly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“So why hast thou left thy native home?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Explain the reason clearly.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Swabian replied: “Each day I had nought<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But turnips and sour-crout ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And had my mother but cook’d me meat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I had left my fatherland never.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“One wish I will grant thee,” the monarch then said—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then the Swabian in deep supplication<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knelt down and exclaim’d: “O, Sire, pray grant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Their freedom once more to the nation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Freeborn is man, and Nature ne’er meant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That he as a slave should perish;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O, Sire, restore to the German folk<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The rights that they manfully cherish!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The monarch in deep amazement stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The scene was really enthralling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his sleeve the Swabian wiped from his eye<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tear that was wellnigh falling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last said the king: “In truth a fine dream!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Farewell, and pray learn more discretion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And as a somnambulist plainly thou art,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of thy person I’ll give the possession<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To two trusty gendarmes, whose duty ’twill be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To see thee safe over the border—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Farewell! I must hasten to join the parade,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The drums are beating to order.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And so this affecting audience came<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a most affecting conclusion.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But from that moment the monarch allow’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No more of his children’s intrusion.<a name="FNanchor_90_90" id="FNanchor_90_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="KOBES_I" id="KOBES_I"></a>22. KOBES I.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In eighteen hundred and forty-eight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When passions men’s minds were heating,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The German nation’s parliament<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Frankfort held its meeting.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_540" id="page_540"></a>{540}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just at this time, in the Senate-house<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Appear’d the white lady ghostly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spectre that heralds the coming of woe,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They call her the Housekeeper mostly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By night they say in the Senate-house<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She is wont to make her appearance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whenever the Germans their foolish tricks play<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With extra perseverance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I saw her myself at the selfsame time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As she roam’d in the hours of slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the silent chambers, wherein were piled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The middle ages’ old lumber.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She held the lamp and a bunch of keys<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In her hands so pale and sickly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She open’d the presses against the walls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the chests strew’d around her thickly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There lie the imperial insignia all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There lies the bull all-golden,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sceptre, the regal apple, the crown,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And more of such fancies olden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There lie the ancient imperial robes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The purple frippery faded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The German kingdom’s wardrobe in fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now rusted and rot-pervaded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Housekeeper mournfully shakes her head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the sight, then with deep displeasure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She suddenly cries at the top of her voice:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The whole of them stink beyond measure!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The whole of them stink with mice’s dung<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And rotten and mouldy’s the ermine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And all the gaudy trumpery work<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Is swarming with noxious vermin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In truth, on this splendid ermine dress,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Once used at the coronation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The cats of the Senate-house district are wont<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To lie, as their lying-in station.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">’</span>Tis useless to clean them; I pity the fate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the Emperor next elected;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“By the fleas in his coronation robe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His health will be surely affected.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_541" id="page_541"></a>{541}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And know ye, that all the people must scratch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Whenever the Emperor itches—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O Germans, I dread the princely fleas<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who swallow up much of your riches.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet what is the use of monarch and fleas?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“For rusty are now and all rotten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The olden costumes—By modern days<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Are the ancient dresses forgotten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The German poet at Kyffhauser said<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To Barbarossa quite truly:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>I find that we want no Emperor now,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When I weigh the matter duly.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But if, spite of all, ye an empire must have,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With an Emperor reigning o’er ye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My worthy Germans, don’t suffer yourselves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To be snared by genius or glory.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Choose one of the people your monarch to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“All sons of the nobles reject ye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Select not the lion, select not the fox,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The dullest of sheep elect ye.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Elect as your Monarch Colonia’s son,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The crown to dull Kobes awarding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The genius of Dulness well-nigh is he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His people he’ll ne’er be defrauding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A log is ever the best of kings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As Esop has shown in the fable;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He cannot devour us poor frogs up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As the stork with his long bill is able.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Be sure that Kobes no tyrant will be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No Holofernes or Nero;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He boasts no terrible antique heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A soft modern heart has our hero.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Though vulgar pride might scorn such a heart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yet in the arms of the helot<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Of work the unfortunate threw himself,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Becoming a regular zealot.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The men of the journeymen’s <i>Burschenschaft</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As president Kobes elected;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He shared with them their last piece of bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“They held him vastly respected.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_542" id="page_542"></a>{542}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They boasted that he in all his life<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Had never been at college,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And out of his head composed his books<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the light of intuitive knowledge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yes, his consummate ignorance<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Was the fruit of his own endeavour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With foreign wisdom and training he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Had injured his intellect never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From abstract philosophy’s influence he<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Kept likewise his thoughts and his spirit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Entirely free.—Himself he remain’d!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Yes, Kobes has really his merit!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The tear of the usual stereotype form<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In his beautiful eye is gleaming,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And from his lips incessantly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The grossest stupidity’s streaming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He prates and he grins, and he grins and prates,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His words with long ears are provided;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A pregnant woman who heard him speak<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Gave birth to a donkey decided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“With scribbling books and knitting he’s wont<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His idle hours to flavour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The stockings that he with his own hands knit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Have met with particular favour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To devote himself wholly to knitting he’s begg’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By Apollo and all the Muses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They’re frighten’d whenever they see that his hand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A goose-quill laboriously uses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“His knitting recals the olden time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of the Funken,<a name="FNanchor_91_91" id="FNanchor_91_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a>—who all stood knitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“While mounting guard,—these men of Cologne<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“No means of amusement omitting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If Kobes is Emp’ror, he’ll surely recal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To life these Funken deserving;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The valiant band will surround his throne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As the guard imperial serving.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_543" id="page_543"></a>{543}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He well might be glad to go at their head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And march over France’s borders,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And Alsace, Lorraine, and Burgundy fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Bring under Germany’s orders.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet be not afraid, at home he’ll remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Intent on a scheme long suspended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A lofty idea, the completion, in fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of Cologne Cathedral so splendid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But when the Cathedral’s quite complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Then Kobes will get in a passion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And sword in hand, will bring the French<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To account in a regular fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“He’ll take Alsace and Lorraine away<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“(By France from the empire estreated);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To Burgundy, too, he’ll triumphantly go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“When once the Cathedral’s completed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ye Germans, pray lose not your senses quite,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“If an Emperor’s needed, I’ll name him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The Carnival King of Cologne let it be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As Kobes the First now proclaim him!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The fools of the Carnival rout at Cologne,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With caps and bells ringing and mocking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Shall be his ministers of state,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“His scutcheon a knitted stocking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Let Drickes be Chancellor, calling himself<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Count Drickes of Drickeshausen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And Marizebill the Mistress of State,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“With the Emperor fondly carousing.<a name="FNanchor_92_92" id="FNanchor_92_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Within his good sacred town of Cologne<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will be Kobes’s habitation;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And when the Cologners hear the glad news,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“They’ll have an illumination.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The bells, the iron dogs of the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Into joyous barks will be breaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And the three holy kings from the land of the East<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In their chapel will soon be awaking.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_544" id="page_544"></a>{544}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They’ll step outside with their clattering bones,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“All dancing with rapture and springing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I hear them the Hallelujah’s strains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And Kyrie Eleison singing.”—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus spoke the dread white nightly ghost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With loud uproarious laughter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through all the resounding halls of the place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The echo rang wildly long after.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>13. EPILOGUE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Graves they say are warm’d by glory;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foolish words and empty story!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better far the warmth we prove<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From a cow-girl deep in love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With her arms around us flung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reeking with the smell of dung.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that warmth is better too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That man’s entrails pierces through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he drinks hot punch and wine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or his fill of grog divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the vilest, meanest den<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mongst the thieves and scum of men,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who escape the gallows daily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But who breathe and live all-gaily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With as enviable fate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As e’en Thetis’ son so great.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rightly did Pelides say:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Living in the meanest way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the upper world’s worth more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than beside the Stygian shore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">King of shades to be; a hero<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such as Homer sang is zero.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_545" id="page_545"></a>{545}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="ADDENDA_TO_THE_POEMS93" id="ADDENDA_TO_THE_POEMS93"></a><i>ADDENDA TO THE POEMS.</i><a name="FNanchor_93_93" id="FNanchor_93_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a></h2> - -<h2><a name="THE_SONG_OF_SONGS" id="THE_SONG_OF_SONGS"></a>THE SONG OF SONGS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fair woman’s body is a song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inscribed by our great Maker<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Nature’s mighty album erst,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When moved to life to wake her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah yes! propitious was the hour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When thus he show’d compassion!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The coy rebellious stuff he work’d<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In true artistic fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, woman’s body is, ’mongst songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The song most sweet and tender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wondrous strophes are her limbs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So snowy-white and slender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And then her neck, her glistening neck,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O what a godlike notion!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the main thought, her little head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rocks with a graceful motion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like polish’d epigrams one loves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her bosom’s rosebuds dearly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enchanting the cæsura is<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That parts her breasts severely.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The song has flesh, ribs, hands, and feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No abstract poem this is!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With lips that rhyme deliciously<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It smiles and sweetly kisses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">True poetry is breathing here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Grace shines in each direction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The song upon its forehead bears<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The stamp of all perfection.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ll praise thee, Lord, and in the dust<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Will humbly kneel to show it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bunglers are we, compared with thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thou glorious heavenly Poet.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_546" id="page_546"></a>{546}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before the splendour of thy song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll bow in adoration,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to its study day and night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pay closest application.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, day and night I’ll study it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No loss of time admitting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So shall I soon with overwork<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Be thinner than befitting.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_SUTTLERS_SONG" id="THE_SUTTLERS_SONG"></a>THE SUTTLER’S SONG.</h2> - -<p>(From the Thirty Years’ War.)</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The brave hussars I dearly love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love each gallant fellow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without distinction I love them all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The blue as well as the yellow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The musketeers I dearly love,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love the musketeers, too;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The officers, privates, and recruits,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And those of older years too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The infantry and cavalry—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love the brave fellows sincerely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the artillery,—one and all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love them truly and dearly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I love the Germans, I love the French,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love the Italians and Dutchmen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love the Bohemians, Spaniards, and Swedes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love both many and much men.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Whatever may be his native land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whatever his faith or persuasion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Provided a man is sound in health,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I love him on ev’ry occasion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Religion and country are nothing more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than his outside clothing,—God bless him.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Away with his cov’ring, that I to my heart<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May fondly and warmly press him!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_547" id="page_547"></a>{547}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A mortal am I, and only too glad<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With any mortal to dally;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as for the man who can’t pay on the spot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For him I keep a tally.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The garland green in front of my tent<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the light of the sun smiles gaily,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I am now drinking malmsey wine<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From a fresh-open’d barrel daily.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_548" id="page_548"></a>{548}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="POSTHUMOUS_POEMS" id="POSTHUMOUS_POEMS"></a>POSTHUMOUS POEMS.</h2> - -<h2><a name="HORSE_AND_ASS" id="HORSE_AND_ASS"></a>HORSE AND ASS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A train was rushing along one day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With carriages, engine, and tender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chimney vomited forth its smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like a dashing old offender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The train pass’d a farmyard, and over the hedge<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A grey horse, at the sound of the whistle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stretch’d out his head; an ass stood by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Demurely chewing a thistle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With wondering gaze the horse long stared<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the train; then strangely quivering<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In every limb, he sigh’d, and said:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The sight has set me a-shivering!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I’m sure that if I by nature had been<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A chesnut, or black, or bay horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My skin with the fright its colour would change,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And make me (as now) a grey horse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The equestrian race is doom’d, beyond doubt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To be swept away in fate’s eddy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Although I’m a grey horse, I cannot but see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A black future before me already.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The competition of these machines<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Will certainly kill us poor horses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For riding and driving will man prefer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Iron steeds, if so great their force is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And if man can get on without our help,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Alike for riding and driving,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Good-bye to our oats, good-bye to our hay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What chance have we of surviving?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_549" id="page_549"></a>{549}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The heart of man is hard as a stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“He gives away nothing gratis;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“They’ll drive us out of our stables, and we<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Shall starve—what a cruel fate ’tis!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We cannot borrow and cannot steal<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Like mortals whose natures are blacker;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We cannot fawn like men and dogs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“But shall fall a prey to the knacker.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus grumbled the horse, and deeply sigh’d,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Meanwhile the ass hard by him<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had quietly chew’d two thistle-tops,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As if nothing could terrify him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He presently answer’d in dainty tones,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With his tongue first licking his muzzle:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“With what the future may have in store,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My brains I shall not puzzle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“You horses proud are threaten’d, no doubt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By a future that’s far from pleasant;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But we modest asses are not afraid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of dangers future or present.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That grey horses, and chesnut, and piebald, and black,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“May be done without, true, alas! is;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But Mister Steam, with his chimney long,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Can never replace us asses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“However clever may be the machines<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Made by man with his senses besotted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The ass as his portion will always have<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Sure means of existence allotted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Its asses will Heaven, I’m sure, ne’er desert,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Who, moved by a calm sense of duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Turn the mill every day, as their fathers have done,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A sight not deficient in beauty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The mill-wheel clatters, the miller works hard,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The meal in the sack well shaking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And people eat their bread and their rolls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As soon as they’ve finished the baking.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_550" id="page_550"></a>{550}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“In Nature’s old-fashion’d and jogtrot way<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The world will keep spinning for ever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And as changeless even as Nature herself,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The ass will alter never.”<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * *</span><br /> - -<span class="i6">MORAL.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gone are the days of chivalry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the proud steed must hungry be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But L——, the ass, I boldly say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will never want his oats and hay.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="THE_ASS-ELECTION" id="THE_ASS-ELECTION"></a>THE ASS-ELECTION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Being tired of freedom for some time past<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The beasts’ republic decided<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be with a single ruler at last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As its absolute head provided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each kind of beast prepared for the strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Electoral billets were written;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intrigues on every side were rife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With party zeal all were bitten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">By long-ear’d gentry at its head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The asses’ committee was aided;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cockades, whose colours were black, gold, and red,<a name="FNanchor_94_94" id="FNanchor_94_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a><br /></span> -<span class="i2">They boastfully paraded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A small party there was of friends of the horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who yet were afraid of voting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So greatly they dreaded the outcry coarse<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The long-ear’d party denoting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when one of them ventured the horse to name<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As a candidate, greater and greater<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wax’d the noise, and an old long-ear, to his shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shouted out “Thou art only a traitor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A traitor art thou, in thy veins doth not flow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“One drop of asses’ blood proper;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No ass art thou, and I almost know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That a foreign mare was thy dropper!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_551" id="page_551"></a>{551}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“From the zebra perchance thou art sprung; thy striped hide<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Quite answers the zebra’s description;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The nasal twang of thy voice is allied<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To the Hebrew as well as Egyptian.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And if not a stranger, thou art, thou must own,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A dull ass, of an intellect paltry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The depths of ass-nature to thee are unknown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Thou hear’st not its mystical psalt’ry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But with sweet stupefaction my soul drinks in<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That sound which all others surpasses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“An ass am I, and each hair in the skin<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of my tail the hair of an ass is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am not a Papist, I am not a slave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“A German ass am I solely;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The same as my fathers, who all were so brave,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“So thoughtful, demure, and so holy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They were not addicted to doing ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Or practising gallantry gaily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But trotted off with the sack to the mill<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“In frolicsome fashion daily.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Our fathers still live. In the tomb only lie<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Their skins, their mortal covering;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Their happy spirits, high up in the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Complacently o’er us are hovering.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ye glorified asses, ye need not doubt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“That we fain would resemble you ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And from the path that duty points out<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We’ll swerve a finger’s breadth never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O what a delight an ass to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“From such long-ear’d worthies descended!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From every house-top I’d fain shout with glee:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“<span class="spclft">‘</span>An ass I was born—how splendid!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The noble jackass who gave me birth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Was of genuine German extraction;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From my mother, a German ass of worth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My milk suck’d I with great satisfaction.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“An ass am I, and fully intend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Like my fathers who now are departed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To stand by the asses, yes, stand to the end<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“By the asses so dear and true-hearted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_552" id="page_552"></a>{552}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And since I’m an ass, I advise you all round<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“To choose your king from the asses;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A mighty ass-kingdom we thus will found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“They being the governing classes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We all are asses. Hee-ha! Hee-ha!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“As ostlers we will not demean us;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Away with the horses! Long live, hurrah,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The king of the asinine genus!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus spake the patriot. Through the hall<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The asses cheer’d him proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They all, in fact, were national,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with their hoofs stamp’d loudly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An oaken wreath on the orator’s head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They put as a decoration;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wagg’d his tail (though nothing he said)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With evident gratification.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="BERTHA" id="BERTHA"></a>BERTHA.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She seem’d so gentle, she seem’d so good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An angel I thought my lover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She wrote the dearest letters to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With kindness teeming all over.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wedding was very soon to take place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her relations heard this by dozens;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Bertha was a silly thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For she listen’d to aunts and cousins.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She kept not her word, she broke her oath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And yet I have been forgiving;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had I married her first, I ne’er should have known<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Either pleasure or love while living.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I of a faithless woman think,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I think of Bertha the faithless;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The only wish I have left, is that she<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May pass through her confinement scatheless.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="IN_THE_CATHEDRAL" id="IN_THE_CATHEDRAL"></a>IN THE CATHEDRAL.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before me the sexton’s daughter fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through the sacred edifice skippèd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her size was small, and light her hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From her neck her kerchief had slippèd.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_553" id="page_553"></a>{553}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the old cathedral for sixpence I got<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sight of its marvellous creatures,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its tombs, lights, crosses; I turn’d quite hot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When I gazed on Elspeth’s features.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And once again I stared about<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the sacred relics entrancing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In their under-petticoats all trick’d out,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the window the women were dancing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sexton’s little daughter fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stood by me, while thus I inspected.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She had a very pretty pair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of eyes, wherein all was reflected.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before me the sexton’s daughter fair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the sacred edifice skippèd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her mouth was small, her neck was bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From her bosom her kerchief had slippèd.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2>THE DRAGONFLY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dragonfly blue’s all the fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In beetle-land, in the present day;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The butterflies their addresses pay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the beauty with amorous passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her hips are excessively slender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She wears a gauze dress of delicate hue,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With very symmetrical movements too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She flutters about in splendour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her colour’d admirers hover<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In her train, and many a young gallant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thus swears: “I’ll Holland give, and Brabant<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“If thou wilt be my lover.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She answers (but how insincerely!):<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Brabant and Holland are nothing to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“I want but a spark of light, to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“In my little chamber clearly.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When she imposes this duty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her lovers hasten to join in the race,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And eagerly seek, from place to place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A spark of light for the beauty.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_554" id="page_554"></a>{554}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As soon as one sees a taper,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He blindly rushes on to his doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the cruel flames the victim consume,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his loving heart, like paper.<br /></span> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">* * * *</span><br /> -<span class="i0">It comes from Japan, this fable,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Yet even in Germany, my dear child,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are plenty of dragonflies, devilish wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perfidious, and unstable.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="OLD_SCENTS" id="OLD_SCENTS"></a>OLD SCENTS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The nosegay Matilda twined for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And smilingly offer’d entreatingly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I push’d away, o’erpower’d completely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the sight of the flowers that blossom’d so sweetly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At the scent of the flowers, my tears fast flow,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I feel that in all this fair world below,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its beauty, sunlight, joy, love are bereft me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nought but its bitter tears are left me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They tell me that I no longer share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A part in life and its circle fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That I belong to death’s kingdom dreary,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, I, a corpse unburied and weary.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How happy was I when erst I saw<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dance of rats at the Opera!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now I hear the odious scuffling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of churchyard rats and grave-moles shuffling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The scent of the flowers recalls again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A perfect ballet, a joyous train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of recollections perfumed and glowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the hidden depths of the past o’erflowing,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To sound of cornet and castanet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In spangled dresses (full short, I regret),—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet all their toying, each laugh, each titter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can only render my thoughts more bitter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Away with the flowers! O, how I abhor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The scent that maliciously tells once more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of days long vanish’d and hours of gladness—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I weep at the thought with speechless sadness.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_555" id="page_555"></a>{555}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MISERERE" id="MISERERE"></a>MISERERE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sons of Fortune I envy not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For their lives, in pleasure vying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I envy them only their happy death,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their easy and painless dying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In gala dresses, with garlanded heads,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their lips in laughter extended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They joyously sit at the banquet of life,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sickle falls,—all is ended!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In festal attire, with roses adorn’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still blooming with life, these glad mortals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These fav’rites of fortune reach at last<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The shadowy realm’s dark portals.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They ne’er were disfigured by fever’s attack,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They die with a joyous demeanour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gladly are welcomed at her sad court<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By Proserpine, hell’s Czarina.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O how I envy a fate like theirs!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seven years I daily languish<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For death, as on the ground I writhe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In bitter and speechless anguish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O God! my agony shorten, that I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">May be buried,—my sole ambition.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou knowest that I no talent possess<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For filling a martyr’s position.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I feel astonished, gracious Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At a course so unconsequential;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou madest a joyous poet, without<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That joy that is so essential.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My torments blunt each feeling of mirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And melancholy make me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unless I get better ere long, to the faith<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of a Catholic I must betake me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Like other good Christians, I then shall howl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In thine ears my wailings dreary—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The best of humorists then will be lost<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For ever—O Miserere.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_556" id="page_556"></a>{556}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_MATILDA" id="TO_MATILDA"></a>TO MATILDA.</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I was, dear lamb, ordain’d to be<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A shepherd here, to watch o’er thee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I nourish’d thee with mine own bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With water from the fountain head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when the winter storm roar’d loudly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against my breast I warm’d thee proudly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There held I thee encircled well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst rain in torrents round us fell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, through its rocky dark bed pouring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The torrent, with the wolf, was roaring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou feared’st not, no muscle quiver’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">E’en when the highest pine was shiver’d<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the fork’d flash—within mine arm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou slept’st in peace without alarm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My arm grows weak, and fast draws near<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pale death! My shepherd’s task so dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pastoral care approach their end.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Into Thy hands, God, I commend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My staff once more. O do Thou guard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My lamb, when I beneath the sward<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Am laid in peace, and suffer ne’er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thorn to prick her anywhere.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From thorny hedges guard her fleece,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May quagmires ne’er disturb her peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May there spring up beneath her feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An ample crop of pasture sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let her sleep without alarm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As erst she slept within mine arm!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h2><a name="FOR_THE_MOUCHE95" id="FOR_THE_MOUCHE95"></a>FOR THE “MOUCHE.”<a name="FNanchor_95_95" id="FNanchor_95_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a></h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I had a dream. It was a summer’s night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in the moonlight, pale and weatherbeaten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lay buildings, relics of past ages bright,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The style, renaissant, of these wrecks time-eaten.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_557" id="page_557"></a>{557}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And here and there, with stately Doric head,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rose single columns from the mass there lying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And on the firmament high o’er them spread<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gazed they, as if its thunderbolts defying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In broken fragments lay there on the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mingled with many a portal, many a gable,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sculptures where man, beast, centaur, sphinx were found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chimera, satyr,—creatures of old fable.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The contrasts there presented were grotesque,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The emblems of Judæa’s God combining<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Grecian grace, in fashion arabesque<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ivy round them both, its tendrils twining.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A fair sarcophagus of marble white<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Amid the ruins stood, unmutilated;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the coffin lay a corpse in sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of features mild, with sadness penetrated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The power supporting it appear’d supplied<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By Caryatides, with necks extended;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And many a bas-relief on either side<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was seen, of chisell’d figures strangely blended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The glories of Olympus there saw I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With all its heathen deities misguided;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Adam and Eve were there, decorously<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With figleaf aprons round their loins provided.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Troy’s taking and Troy’s burning here were seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hector and Helen, Paris (that wild gay man);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Moses and Aaron also stood between,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With Esther, Judith, Holofernes, Haman.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">God Amor also had his place hard by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Phœbus, Apollo, Vulcan, Madam Venus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pluto, Proserpina, and Mercury,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">God Bacchus, and Priapus, and Silenus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Likewise was Balaam’s ass omitted not,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(The ass for speaking seem’d, in fact, created),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Abraham’s temptation too, and Lot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who by his daughters was intoxicated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Herodias’ daughter’s dance was shown as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Baptist’s head was in the charger given;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The monster Satan too was there, and hell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Peter, with the heavy keys of heaven.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_558" id="page_558"></a>{558}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And next in order saw I sculptured there<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The loves of Jove, with his vile actions blending;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How as a swan he ravish’d Leda fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Danaë, in golden shower descending.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wild hunt of Diana was display’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With her fleet dogs, and nymphs attired so trimly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Hercules, in woman’s clothes array’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Distaff on arm, the spindle whirling nimbly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And next was Sinai’s mountain to be view’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Israel near it, with his oxen lowing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lord a child within the temple stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Disputing with the doctors proud and knowing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, strange to tell, when I had dreamily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These forms a while observed, in thought suspended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I suddenly conceived myself to be<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The corpse, in that fair marble tomb extended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And at the head of this my grave there stood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A flower full fair, of strange configuration;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its leaves were yellow-tinged and violet-hued,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The flower possess’d a wondrous fascination.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis by the name of passion-flower well known,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On Golgotha, they say, ’twas first created<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The day they crucified God’s only Son,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the Redeemer’s body lacerated.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bloodwitness doth this flower now bear, they say;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each instrument of torture then invented<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And used at His sad martyrdom that day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is in its calyx duly represented.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes! every passion-attribute adorns<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The flower, each emblem of their cruel malice,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For instance, scourge and rope and crown of thorns,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hammer and the nails, the cross, the chalice.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such was the flower which at my grave did stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And o’er my body bending with compassion,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As with a woman’s sorrow, kiss’d my hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My eyes, and forehead, in sad silent fashion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But O, my dream’s strange magic! Wondrously<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The passion-flower, the yellow-hued and rare one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Changed to a woman’s likeness,—ah! and she,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She was my loved one, she was mine own fair one!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_559" id="page_559"></a>{559}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thou wert the flower, yes, thou, my darling child!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At once I knew thee by thy kisses yearning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No lips of flowers so tender are and mild,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No tears of flowers so fiery are and burning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Although mine eyes were closed, my spirit gazed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With steadiness upon thy face entrancing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thou look’dst at me with raptured look amazed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strangely illumined in the moonlight glancing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No words we spake, and yet my heart could see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The thoughts that in thy mind in silence hover’d;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A word when spoken has no modesty,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By silence is love’s modest blossoms cover’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Voiceless our converse! Wondrous doth it seem<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How in our silent, tender conversation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The time pass’d in that summer night’s fair dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When joy commingled was with consternation.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That which we spoke of then, ne’er seek to learn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The glow-worm ask, why in the grass it gloweth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The torrent, why it roareth in the burn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The west wind, why it waileth as it bloweth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ask the carbuncle why it gleams so bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The rose and violet, why so sweetly scented;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ask not what, beneath the moon’s soft light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The martyr-flower talk’d with her love lamented!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I cannot tell how long it was that I<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Enjoy’d, as in the marble tomb I slumber’d,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That beauteous, happy dream. It fleeted by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Too soon the moments of my rest were number’d.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Death with thy gravelike silence! Thou alone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Canst give us pleasure in a lasting fashion;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vain barbarous life, for joy is ever known<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To give us restless bliss, convulsive passion.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas, alas! my happiness soon fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For suddenly arose a noise exciting,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was a savage conflict, fierce and dread—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ah, my poor flower was scared by all this fighting!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes! there arose outside, with hideous yell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A quarrelling, a yelping, and a scolding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methought that many a voice I knew full well,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It was the bas-reliefs my tomb enfolding!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_560" id="page_560"></a>{560}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Is the stone haunted by those visions wan?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And are those marble phantoms all disputing?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fearful clamour of the wood-god Pan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Moses’s fierce anathemas confuting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Alas! this contest ne’er will ended be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The True and Beautiful will wrangle ever!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Greeks and Barbarians in wild rivalry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ranks of man are always doom’d to sever.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They cursed and raved. 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An American version of the “Pictures of Travel” -also appeared in 1855.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> One of the finest in the collection, “The Grenadiers,” -which is thoroughly imbued with the spirit of Béranger, was written as -early as 1815, when Heine was not sixteen years old, and before Béranger -had written his analogous poems “Le Vieux Drapeau,” “Le Vieux Sergent,” -&c.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> The Arminius of Tacitus.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> A suburb of Frankfort, on the further side of the Main.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> German <i>litterateurs</i> of more or less note.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> In the original, <i>Hell</i> and <i>Kind</i>, well-known writers. It -is necessary to translate the names for the sake of the pun.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> The word “Gimpel” in the original has the double meaning of -“bullfinch” and “blockhead,” and the point of this verse is therefore -lost in a translation.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> See Heine’s Tragedy of that name.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> The Hindoo god corresponding to Cupid.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Spring.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> The eminent Professor and Editor of Hegel’s works. He died -in 1839.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> It is with real hesitation that I publish this lame and -impotent conclusion to a legend the first two parts of which are in -Heine’s best style.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> The three following verses are extracted by Heine -<i>verbatim</i> from Schiller’s well-known “Lament of Ceres.” The version of -them here given is taken from the translation of Schiller’s Poems -published by me in 1851.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> Names for the three royal houses of Prussia, Austria, and -Bavaria.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> See the account of the old Drum-Major Le Grand contained -in the prose section of Heine’s “Pictures of Travel,” entitled “Book Le -Grand.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> A well-known republican poet and writer, born at -Stuttgardt; at one time caressed, and afterwards banished, by the King -of Prussia. He took an active part in the political troubles of 1848.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> See Schiller’s Play of “Don Carlos.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> Evidently a satire on the King of Prussia.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> A famous theological writer, who died in 1850, at the age -of ninety. He was formerly Counsellor of the Consistory (<i>Kirchenrath</i>) -at Würzburg, and for many years Professor of Church History, &c. at -Heidelberg.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> A polite allusion to the late King of Bavaria and his -Walhalla.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> This refers to a poem of Freiligrath’s, entitled “The Dead -to the Living,” for which he was prosecuted, but acquitted, in 1848.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> A hill close to Berlin.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> I have here attempted to imitate a wretched pun in the -original.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> A “blind passenger” means in German a person who travels -without paying his fare.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Berlin.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> It will be remembered that the sun is feminine in German.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> Edward Gans, a distinguished German professor, and pupil -of Hegel, whose works he edited. He died in 1839.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> One section of the famous Bremen Cellar is called the -Rose, and is said to contain hock of between two and three centuries -old. Another part is called the Apostles’ Cellar, and has in it twelve -vats, known as the Twelve Apostles, also full of very old wine.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> See Freiligrath’s Poems.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> Well-known German writers.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> A race not unlike the <i>Crétins</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> Shakespear.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_33" id="Footnote_33_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> Alluding to the large number of petty states into which -Germany is divided.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_34" id="Footnote_34_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> A well-known poet and physician, born in 1786, and founder -of the so-called Modern Swabian School of Poetry.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_35" id="Footnote_35_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> A voluminous writer, born at Stuttgardt in 1807. He -attacked Heine’s School of Poetry, and was repaid by Heine in the same -coin.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_36" id="Footnote_36_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> See Lessing’s “Emilia Galotti.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_37" id="Footnote_37_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> See the concluding words of the last scene but one of the -above play.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_38" id="Footnote_38_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> See the end of Schiller’s “Gods of Greece.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_39" id="Footnote_39_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> This refers to the time of Heine’s residence in Berlin, -when he was intimate with these and other well-known personages. See -Sketch of his Life, <i>ante</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_40" id="Footnote_40_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> The slightly irregular metre of this fine poem is a close -copy of the original.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_41" id="Footnote_41_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> A popular German poet, born in 1798, who was deprived of -his professorship in the University of Breslau, in 1842, for publishing -a volume entitled “Unpolitical Songs.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_42" id="Footnote_42_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> The last four verses were erased by the censors from the -original edition.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_43" id="Footnote_43_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> A famous theologian, poet, and orator, and one of Luther’s -chief followers. He died in 1523.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_44" id="Footnote_44_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> A Dominican friar, who was one of Luther’s first -antagonists.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_45" id="Footnote_45_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> The first edition ended with this verse, which was struck -out by the censors, and replaced by the five following verses.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_46" id="Footnote_46_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> The remains of John of Leyden and his two chief -accomplices were exposed in these cages, which still remain in their old -position.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_47" id="Footnote_47_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> A youthful poet, who excited great enthusiasm in Germany -by a poem, written in 1840 (when a war with France on the Eastern -question seemed not unlikely), beginning,— -</p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“They shall not have the German Rhine.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_48" id="Footnote_48_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> The well-known French poet, who replied to the above poem -of Becker’s, by another commencing,— -</p> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We have had your German Rhine.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_49" id="Footnote_49_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> A noted theologian, born in 1802, and one of the leaders -of the orthodox party in Prussia.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_50" id="Footnote_50_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> Called Arminius by the Romans.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_51" id="Footnote_51_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> The famous historian and professor of theology at Berlin. -He died in 1850.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_52" id="Footnote_52_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> A well-known actress and voluminous dramatic author, born -in 1800.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_53" id="Footnote_53_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> The historian.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_54_54" id="Footnote_54_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> A professor of gymnastics.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_55_55" id="Footnote_55_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_55"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> A linguist and professor of languages and gymnastics -jointly. In the latter science he was a pupil of Jahn.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_56_56" id="Footnote_56_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> A monument has been recently erected in Dettmoldt to -commemorate the victory of Arminius over Varus.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_57_57" id="Footnote_57_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> A poetess of some reputation, who died in 1791. Her -granddaughter, Helmine Chezy, born in 1783, was also well known as a -poetess and romance writer.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_58_58" id="Footnote_58_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> The great composer Mendelssohn was grandson to the famous -philosopher of that name.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_59_59" id="Footnote_59_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> The rest of this chapter was erased by the censors from -the original edition.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_60_60" id="Footnote_60_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> The great fire at Hamburg took place in May, 1842, or -shortly before this poem was written.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_61_61" id="Footnote_61_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> A nickname of a relation of Heine’s.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_62_62" id="Footnote_62_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_62"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> A leading publisher at Hamburg, employed by Heine to -publish many of his works.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_63_63" id="Footnote_63_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_63"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> A noted critic, poet, and historian, born in 1798. He had -literary quarrels with both Heine and Börne.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_64_64" id="Footnote_64_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_64"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> For the full particulars of this story see Herodotus, Book -II. c. 121.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_65_65" id="Footnote_65_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_65"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> The French author.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_66_66" id="Footnote_66_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> Carnival masks.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_67_67" id="Footnote_67_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> Or Valkyriors; a race of martial virgins, described in -northern mythology as riding in the air and fighting under Odin.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_68_68" id="Footnote_68_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> This poem was formerly suppressed by the censors.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_69_69" id="Footnote_69_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> This poem was originally suppressed by the censors.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_70_70" id="Footnote_70_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> Meaning the founder of the Teutonic race.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_71_71" id="Footnote_71_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> A noted brigand, executed in 1803.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_72_72" id="Footnote_72_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> A Polish term of endearment.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_73_73" id="Footnote_73_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> This poem was originally suppressed by the censors.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_74_74" id="Footnote_74_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> A poet and writer, born in 1816, and persecuted by the -police for his liberal writings.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_75_75" id="Footnote_75_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> An ancient Hebrew word for <i>Almighty</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_76_76" id="Footnote_76_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> A Hebrew word for <i>Lord</i>.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_77_77" id="Footnote_77_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> Doubtless John Martin is here meant.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_78_78" id="Footnote_78_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> A recent poet of no great reputation. He was the joint -editor of the “Rhine Annual” with Freiligrath and Simrock.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_79_79" id="Footnote_79_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> The famous philosopher, who at one time resided in -Munich.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_80_80" id="Footnote_80_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> The eminent painter, who decorated the Glyptothek and -Pinacothek at Munich. He was afterwards Director of the Berlin Academy.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_81_81" id="Footnote_81_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> One of Hutten’s well-known works was entitled “Epistolae -Obscurorum Vivorum.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_82_82" id="Footnote_82_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> This poem recounts the untimely fate of a playmate, who -was drowned when trying to save a kitten. See Heine’s <i>Reisebilder</i>, -chapter vi.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_83_83" id="Footnote_83_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> A parody on the beginning of Schiller’s “Hymn to Joy.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_84_84" id="Footnote_84_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> See also this story in Book I. of the “Romancero,” p. -411.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_85_85" id="Footnote_85_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> Meyerbeer.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_86_86" id="Footnote_86_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> The famous composer, whose real name was Beer.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_87_87" id="Footnote_87_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> See Book II. of “Romancero.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_88_88" id="Footnote_88_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> The tutelar goddess of Hamburg. See Heine’s “Germany.”</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_89_89" id="Footnote_89_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> Liszt.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_90_90" id="Footnote_90_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> The hero of this story is the well-known Swabian poet -George Herwegh.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_91_91" id="Footnote_91_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> Funken (or Sparks) was the name given to the soldiers of -Cologne before the Revolution, who used to knit when on guard.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_92_92" id="Footnote_92_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> Drickes and Marizebill are popular masks at the Carnival -at Cologne.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_93_93" id="Footnote_93_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93_93"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> These two poems were first published in the -<i>Musenaumanach</i> for 1854.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_94_94" id="Footnote_94_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94_94"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> The national colours of Germany.</p></div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_95_95" id="Footnote_95_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95_95"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> This was the nickname of a young lady whose acquaintance -Heine made towards the end of his life, who attended him in his last -illness, and for whom he felt a strong affection. The present poem was -the last composition of Heine, and was written only two or three weeks -before his death. 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