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From balcony the King looked on；
In the play of spears；
Fell all the cavaliers；
Before the monarch's stalwart son。
To the barrier of the fight
Rode at last a sable Knight。
〃Sir Knight！ your name and scutcheon； say！〃
〃Should I speak it here；
Ye would stand aghast with fear；
I am a Prince of mighty sway！〃
When he rode into the lists；
The arch of heaven grew black with mists；
And the castle 'gan to rock；
At the first blow；
Fell the youth from saddle…bow；
Hardly rises from the shock。
Pipe and viol call the dances；
Torch…light through the high halls glances；
Waves a mighty shadow in；
With manner bland
Doth ask the maiden's hand；
Doth with ter the dance begin。
Danced in sable iron sark；
Danced a measure weird and dark；
Coldly clasped her limbs around；
From breast and hair
Down fall from her the fair
Flowerets； faded； to the ground。
To the sumptuous banquet came
Every Knight and every Dame；
'Twixt son and daughter all distraught；
With mournful mind
The ancient King reclined；
Gazed at them in silent thought。
Pale the children both did look；
But the guest a beaker took：
〃Golden wine will make you whole！
The children drank；
Gave many a courteous thank：
〃O； that draught was very cool！〃
Each the father's breast embraces；
Son and daughter； and their faces
Colorless grow utterly；
Whichever way
Looks the fear…struck father gray；
He beholds his children die。
〃Woe！ the blessed children both
Takest thou in the joy of youth；
Take me； too； the joyless father！
Spake the grim Guest；
From his hollow； cavernous breast；
〃Roses in the spring I gather！〃
SONG OF THE SILENT LAND
BY JOHAN GAUDENZ VON SALISSEEWIS
Into the Silent Land！
Ah！ who shall lead us thither？
Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather；
And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand。
Who leads us with a gentle hand
Thither； O thither；
Into the Silent Land？
Into the Silent Land！
To you； ye boundless regions
Of all perfection！ Tender morning…visions
Of beauteous souls！ The Future's pledge and band！
Who in Life's battle firm doth stand；
Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms
Into the Silent Land！
O Land！ O Land！
For all the broken…hearted
The mildest herald by our fate allotted；
Beckons； and with inverted torch doth stand
To lead us with a gentle hand
To the land of the great Departed；
Into the Silent Land！
THE LUCK OF EDENHALL
BY JOHAN LUDWIG UHLAND
OF Edenhall； the youthful Lord
Bids sound the festal trumpet's call；
He rises at the banquet board；
And cries； 'mid the drunken revellers all；
〃Now bring me the Luck of Edenhall！〃
The butler hears the words with pain；
The house's oldest seneschal；
Takes slow from its silken cloth again
The drinking…glass of crystal tall；
They call it The Luck of Edenhall。
Then said the Lord： 〃This glass to praise；
Fill with red wine from Portugal！〃
The graybeard with trembling hand obeys；
A purple light shines over all；
It beams from the Luck of Edenhall。
Then speaks the Lord； and waves it light：
〃This glass of flashing crystal tall
Gave to my sires the Fountain…Sprite；
She wrote in it； If this glass doth fall；
Farewell then； O Luck of Edenhall！
〃'T was right a goblet the Fate should be
Of the joyous race of Edenhall！
Deep draughts drink we right willingly：
And willingly ring； with merry call；
Kling！ klang！ to the Luck of Edenhall！〃
First rings it deep； and full； and mild；
Like to the song of a nightingale
Then like the roar of a torrent wild；
Then mutters at last like the thunder's fall；
The glorious Luck of Edenhall。
〃For its keeper takes a race of might；
The fragile goblet of crystal tall；
It has lasted longer than is right；
King！ klang！with a harder blow than all
Will I try the Luck of Edenhall！〃
As the goblet ringing flies apart；
Suddenly cracks the vaulted hall；
And through the rift； the wild flames start；
The guests in dust are scattered all；
With the breaking Luck of Edenhall！
In storms the foe； with fire and sword；
He in the night had scaled the wall；
Slain by the sword lies the youthful Lord；
But holds in his hand the crystal tall；
The shattered Luck of Edenhall。
On the morrow the butler gropes alone；
The graybeard in the desert hall；
He seeks his Lord's burnt skeleton；
He seeks in the dismal ruin's fall
The shards of the Luck of Edenhall。
〃The stone wall；〃 saith he； 〃doth fall aside；
Down must the stately columns fall；
Glass is this earth's Luck and Pride；
In atoms shall fall this earthly ball
One day like the Luck of Edenhall！〃
THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR
BY GUSTAV PFIZER
A youth； light…hearted and content；
I wander through the world
Here； Arab…like； is pitched my tent
And straight again is furled。
Yet oft I dream； that once a wife
Close in my heart was locked；
And in the sweet repose of life
A blessed child I rocked。
I wake！ Away that dream；away！
Too long did it remain！
So long； that both by night and day
It ever comes again。
The end lies ever in my thought；
To a grave so cold and deep
The mother beautiful was brought；
Then dropt the child asleep。
But now the dream is wholly o'er；
I bathe mine eyes and see；
And wander through the world once more；
A youth so light and free。
Two locksand they are wondrous fair
Left me that vision mild；
The brown is from the mother's hair；
The blond is from the child。
And when I see that lock of gold；
Pale grows the evening…red；
And when the dark lock I behold；
I wish that I were dead。
THE HEMLOCK TREE。
O hemlock tree！ O hemlock tree！ how faithful are thy branches！
Green not alone in summer time；
But in the winter's frost and rime！
O hemlock tree！ O hemlock tree！ how faithful are thy branches！
O maiden fair！ O maiden fair！ how faithless is thy bosom！
To love me in prosperity；
And leave me in adversity！
O maiden fair！ O maiden fair！ how faithless is thy bosom！
The nightingale； the nightingale； thou tak'st for thine example！
So long as summer laughs she sings；
But in the autumn spreads her wings。
The nightingale； the nightingale； thou tak'st for thine example！
The meadow brook； the meadow brook； is mirror of thy falsehood！
It flows so long as falls the rain；
In drought its springs soon dry again。
The meadow brook； the meadow brook； is mirror of thy falsehood！
ANNIE OF THARAW
BY SIMON DACH
Annie of Tharaw； my true love of old；
She is my life； and my goods； and my gold。
Annie of Tharaw； her heart once again
To me has surrendered in joy and in pain。
Annie of Tharaw； my riches； my good；
Thou； O my soul； my flesh； and my blood！
Then come the wild weather； co