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And kindling park and palace as he came；
The stork's nest on the chimney seemed in flame。
And thus he stood till Eginhard appeared；
Demure and modest with his comely beard
And flowing flaxen tresses； come to ask；
As was his wont； the day's appointed task。
The Emperor looked upon him with a smile；
And gently said： 〃My son； wait yet awhile；
This hour my council meets upon some great
And very urgent business of the state。
Come back within the hour。 On thy return
The work appointed for thee shalt thou learn。
Having dismissed this gallant Troubadour；
He summoned straight his council； and secure
And steadfast in his purpose； from the throne
All the adventure of the night made known；
Then asked for sentence； and with eager breath
Some answered banishment； and others death。
Then spake the king： 〃Your sentence is not mine；
Life is the gift of God； and is divine；
Nor from these palace walls shall one depart
Who carries such a secret in his heart；
My better judgment points another way。
Good Alcuin； I remember how one day
When my Pepino asked you； 'What are men？'
You wrote upon his tablets with your pen；
'Guests of the grave and travellers that pass！'
This being true of all men； we； alas！
Being all fashioned of the selfsame dust；
Let us be merciful as well as just；
This passing traveller； who hath stolen away
The brightest jewel of my crown to…day；
Shall of himself the precious gem restore；
By giving it； I make it mine once more。
Over those fatal footprints I will throw
My ermine mantle like another snow。〃
Then Eginhard was summoned to the hall；
And entered； and in presence of them all；
The Emperor said： 〃My son； for thou to me
Hast been a son； and evermore shalt be；
Long hast thou served thy sovereign； and thy zeal
Pleads to me with importunate appeal；
While I have been forgetful to requite
Thy service and affection as was right。
But now the hour is come； when I； thy Lord；
Will crown thy love with such supreme reward；
A gift so precious kings have striven in vain
To win it from the hands of Charlemagne。〃
Then sprang the portals of the chamber wide；
And Princess Emma entered； in the pride
Of birth and beauty； that in part o'er…came
The conscious terror and the blush of shame。
And the good Emperor rose up from his throne；
And taking her white hand within his own
Placed it in Eginhard's； and said： 〃My son
This is the gift thy constant zeal hath won；
Thus I repay the royal debt I owe；
And cover up the footprints in the snow。〃
INTERLUDE
Tnus ran the Student's pleasant rhyme
Of Eginhard and love and youth；
Some doubted its historic truth；
But while they doubted； ne'ertheless
Saw in it gleams of truthfulness；
And thanked the Monk of Lauresheim。
This they discussed in various mood；
Then in the silence that ensued
Was heard a sharp and sudden sound
As of a bowstring snapped in air；
And the Musician with a bound
Sprang up in terror from his chair；
And for a moment listening stood；
Then strode across the room； and found
His dear； his darling violin
Still lying safe asleep within
Its little cradle； like a child
That gives a sudden cry of pain；
And wakes to fall asleep again；
And as he looked at it and smiled；
By the uncertain light beguiled；
Despair！ two strings were broken in twain。
While all lamented and made moan；
With many a sympathetic word
As if the loss had been their own；
Deeming the tones they might have heard
Sweeter than they had heard before；
They saw the Landlord at the door；
The missing man； the portly Squire！
He had not entered； but he stood
With both arms full of seasoned wood；
To feed the much…devouring fire；
That like a lion in a cage
Lashed its long tail and roared with rage。
The missing man！ Ah； yes； they said；
Missing； but whither had he fled？
Where had he hidden himself away？
No farther than the barn or shed；
He had not hidden himself； nor fled；
How should he pass the rainy day
But in his barn with hens and hay；
Or mending harness； cart； or sled？
Now； having come； he needs must stay
And tell his tale as well as they。
The Landlord answered only： 〃These
Are logs from the dead apple…trees
Of the old orchard planted here
By the first Howe of Sudbury。
Nor oak nor maple has so clear
A flame； or burns so quietly；
Or leaves an ash so clean and white〃；
Thinking by this to put aside
The impending tale that terrified；
When suddenly； to his delight；
The Theologian interposed；
Saying that when the door was closed；
And they had stopped that draft of cold；
Unpleasant night air； he proposed
To tell a tale world…wide apart
From that the Student had just told；
World…wide apart； and yet akin；
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old；
As well beneath the snow…white fold
Of Quaker kerchief； as within
Sendal or silk or cloth of gold；
And without preface would begin。
And then the clamorous clock struck eight；
Deliberate； with sonorous chime
Slow measuring out the march of time；
Like some grave Consul of old Rome
In Jupiter's temple driving home
The nails that marked the year and date。
Thus interrupted in his rhyme；
The Theologian needs must wait；
But quoted Horace； where he sings
The dire Necessity of things；
That drives into the roofs sublime
Of new…built houses of the great
The adamantine nails of Fate。
When ceased the little carillon
To herald from its wooden tower
The important transit of the hour；
The Theologian hastened on；
Content to be all owed at last
To sing his Idyl of the Past。
THE THEOLOGIAN'S TALE
ELIZABETH
I
〃Ah； how short are the days！ How soon the night overtakes us！
In the old country the twilight is longer； but here in the forest
Suddenly comes the dark； with hardly a pause in its coming；
Hardly a moment between the two lights； the day and the
lamplight；
Yet how grand is the winter！ How spotless the snow is； and
perfect！〃
Thus spake Elizabeth Haddon at nightfall to Hannah the
housemaid；
As in the farm…house kitchen； that served for kitchen and parlor；
By the window she sat with her work； and looked on a landscape
White as the great white sheet that Peter saw in his vision；
By the four corners let down and descending out of the heavens。
Covered with snow were the forests of pine； and the fields and
the meadows。
Nothing was dark but the sky； and the distant Delaware flowing
Down from its native hills； a peaceful and bountiful river。
Then with a smile on her lips made answer Hannah the housemaid：
〃Beautiful winter！ yea； the winter is beautiful； surely；
If one could only walk like a fly with one's feet on the ceiling。
But the great Delaware River is not like the Thames； as we saw it
Out of our upper windows in Rotherhithe Street in the Borough；
Crowded with masts and sails of vessels coming and going；
Here there is not