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And thither the miser crept by stealth
To feel of the gold that gave him health；
And to gaze and gloat with his hungry eye
On jewels that gleamed like a glow…worm's spark；
Or the eyes of a panther in the dark。
〃I said to the Kalif： 'Thou art old；
Thou hast no need of so much gold。
Thou shouldst not have heaped and hidden it here；
Till the breath of battle was hot and near；
But have sown through the land these useless hoards
To spring into shining blades of swords；
And keep thine honor sweet and clear。
These grains of gold are not grains of wheat；
These bars of silver thou canst not eat；
These jewels and pearls and precious stones
Cannot cure the aches in thy bones；
Nor keep the feet of Death one hour
From climbing the stairways of thy tower！'
〃Then into his dungeon I locked the drone；
And left him to feed there all alone
In the honey…cells of his golden hive：
Never a prayer； nor a cry； nor a groan
Was heard from those massive walls of stone；
Nor again was the Kalif seen alive！
〃When at last we unlocked the door；
We found him dead upon the floor；
The rings had dropped from his withered hands；
His teeth were like bones in the desert sands：
Still clutching his treasure he had died；
And as he lay there； he appeared
A statue of gold with a silver beard；
His arms outstretched as if crucified。〃
This is the story； strange and true；
That the great captain Alau
Told to his brother the Tartar Khan；
When he rode that day into Kambalu
By the road that leadeth to Ispahan。
INTERLUDE
〃I thought before your tale began；〃
The Student murmured； 〃we should have
Some legend written by Judah Rav
In his Gemara of Babylon；
Or something from the Gulistan；
The tale of the Cazy of Hamadan；
Or of that King of Khorasan
Who saw in dreams the eyes of one
That had a hundred years been dead
Still moving restless in his head；
Undimmed； and gleaming with the lust
Of power； though all the rest was dust。
〃But lo！ your glittering caravan
On the road that leadeth to Ispahan
Hath led us farther to the East
Into the regions of Cathay。
Spite of your Kalif and his gold；
Pleasant has been the tale you told；
And full of color； that at least
No one will question or gainsay。
And yet on such a dismal day
We need a merrier tale to clear
The dark and heavy atmosphere。
So listen； Lordlings； while I tell；
Without a preface； what befell
A simple cobbler； in the year
No matter； it was long ago；
And that is all we need to know。〃
THE STUDENT'S TALE
THE COBBLER OF HAGENAU
I trust that somewhere and somehow
You all have heard of Hagenau；
A quiet； quaint； and ancient town
Among the green Alsatian hills；
A place of valleys； streams； and mills；
Where Barbarossa's castle； brown
With rust of centuries； still looks down
On the broad； drowsy land below；
On shadowy forests filled with game；
And the blue river winding slow
Through meadows； where the hedges grow
That give this little town its name。
It happened in the good old times；
While yet the Master…singers filled
The noisy workshop and the guild
With various melodies and rhymes；
That here in Hagenau there dwelt
A cobbler；one who loved debate；
And； arguing from a postulate；
Would say what others only felt；
A man of forecast and of thrift；
And of a shrewd and careful mind
In this world's business； but inclined
Somewhat to let the next world drift。
Hans Sachs with vast delight he read；
And Regenbogen's rhymes of love；
For their poetic fame had spread
Even to the town of Hagenau；
And some Quick Melody of the Plough；
Or Double Harmony of the Dove；
Was always running in his head。
He kept； moreover； at his side；
Among his leathers and his tools；
Reynard the Fox； the Ship of Fools；
Or Eulenspiegel； open wide；
With these he was much edified：
He thought them wiser than the Schools。
His good wife； full of godly fear；
Liked not these worldly themes to hear；
The Psalter was her book of songs；
The only music to her ear
Was that which to the Church belongs；
When the loud choir on Sunday chanted；
And the two angels carved in wood；
That by the windy organ stood；
Blew on their trumpets loud and clear；
And all the echoes； far and near；
Gibbered as if the church were haunted。
Outside his door； one afternoon；
This humble votary of the muse
Sat in the narrow strip of shade
By a projecting cornice made；
Mending the Burgomaster's shoes；
And singing a familiar tune：
〃Our ingress into the world
Was naked and bare；
Our progress through the world
Is trouble and care；
Our egress from the world
Will be nobody knows where；
But if we do well here
We shall do well there；
And I could tell you no more；
Should I preach a whole year！〃
Thus sang the cobbler at his work；
And with his gestures marked the time
Closing together with a jerk
Of his waxed thread the stitch and rhyme。
Meanwhile his quiet little dame
Was leaning o'er the window…sill；
Eager； excited； but mouse…still；
Gazing impatiently to see
What the great throng of folk might be
That onward in procession came；
Along the unfrequented street；
With horns that blew； and drums that beat；
And banners flying； and the flame
Of tapers； and； at times； the sweet
Voices of nuns； and as they sang
Suddenly all the church…bells rang。
In a gay coach； above the crowd；
There sat a monk in ample hood；
Who with his right hand held aloft
A red and ponderous cross of wood；
To which at times he meekly bowed。
In front three horsemen rode； and oft；
With voice and air importunate；
A boisterous herald cried aloud：
〃The grace of God is at your gate！〃
So onward to the church they passed。
The cobbler slowly tuned his last；
And； wagging his sagacious head；
Unto his kneeling housewife said：
〃'Tis the monk Tetzel。 I have heard
The cawings of that reverend bird。
Don't let him cheat you of your gold；
Indulgence is not bought and sold。〃
The church of Hagenau； that night；
Was full of people； full of light；
An odor of incense filled the air；
The priest intoned； the organ groaned
Its inarticulate despair；
The candles on the altar blazed；
And full in front of it upraised
The red cross stood against the glare。
Below； upon the altar…rail
Indulgences were set to sale；
Like ballads at a country fair。
A heavy strong…box； iron…bound
And carved with many a quaint device；
Received； with a melodious sound；
The coin that purchased Paradise。
Then from the pulpit overhead；
Tetzel the monk； with fiery glow；
Thundered upon the crowd below。
〃Good people all； draw near！〃 he said；
〃Purchase these letters； signed and sealed；
By which all sins； though unrevealed
And unrepented； are forgiven！
Count but the gain； count not the loss
Your gold and silver are but dross；
And yet they pave the way to heaven。
I hea