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THE DEAD



BY ERNST STOCKMANN



   How they so softly rest;

   All they the holy ones;

   Unto whose dwelling…place

   Now doth my soul draw near!

   How they so softly rest;

   All in their silent graves;

   Deep to corruption

   Slowly don…sinking!



   And they no longer weep;

   Here; where complaint is still!

   And they no longer feel;

   Here; where all gladness flies!

   And; by the cypresses

   Softly o'ershadowed

   Until the Angel

   Calls them; they slumber!







THE BIRD AND THE SHIP



BY WILHELM MULLER



 〃The rivers rush into the sea;

 By castle and town they go;

The winds behind them merrily

 Their noisy trumpets blow。



 〃The clouds are passing far and high;

 We little birds in them play;

And everything; that can sing and fly;

 Goes with us; and far away。

 

 〃I greet thee; bonny boat! Whither;

    or whence;

 With thy fluttering golden band?〃

 〃I greet thee; little bird! To the wide sea

 I haste from the narrow land。



 〃Full and swollen is every sail;

 I see no longer a hill;

I have trusted all to the sounding gale;

 And it will not let me stand still。



 〃And wilt thou; little bird; go with us?

 Thou mayest stand on the mainmast tall;

For full to sinking is my house

 With merry companions all。〃



 〃I need not and seek not company;

 Bonny boat; I can sing all alone;

For the mainmast tall too heavy am I;

 Bonny boat; I have wings of my own。



〃High over the sails; high over the mast;

 Who shall gainsay these joys?

When thy merry companions are still; at last;

 Thou shalt hear the sound of my voice。



 〃Who neither may rest; nor listen may;

  God bless them every one!

I dart away; in the bright blue day;

 And the golden fields of the sun。



〃Thus do I sing my merry song;

 Wherever the four winds blow;

And this same song; my whole life long;

 Neither Poet nor Printer may know。'







WHITHER?



BY WILHELM MULLER



  I heard a brooklet gushing

   From its rocky fountain near;

Down into the valley rushing;

   So fresh and wondrous clear。



  I  know not what came o'er me;

   Nor who the counsel gave;

  But I must hasten downward;

   All with my pilgrim…stave;



Downward; and ever farther;

   And ever the brook beside;

And ever fresher murmured;

 And ever clearer; the tide。



Is this the way I was going?

 Whither; O brooklet; say I

Thou hast; with thy soft murmur;

 Murmured my senses away。



What do I say of a murmur?

 That can no murmur be;

'T is the water…nymphs; tbat are singing

 Their roundelays under me。



Let them sing; my friend; let them murmur;

  And wander merrily near;

The wheels of a mill are going

 In every brooklet clear。







BEWARE!



(HUT DU DICH!)



I know a maiden fair to see;

   Take care!

She  can both false and friendly be;

   Beware! Beware!

   Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!



She  has two eyes; so soft and brown;

   Take care!

She  gives a side…glance and looks down;

   Beware! Beware!

   Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!



And she has hair of a golden hue;

   Take care!

And  what she says; it is not true;

   Beware! Beware!

   Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!



She  has a bosom as white as snow;

   Take care!

She knows how much it is best to show;

   Beware! Beware!

   Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!



She  gives thee a garland woven fair;

   Take care!

It is a fool's…cap for thee to wear;

   Beware! Beware!

   Trust her not;

She is fooling thee!

              





SONG OF THE BELL



Bell! thou soundest merrily;

When the bridal party

  To the church doth hie!

Bell! thou soundest solemnly。

When; on Sabbath morning;

  Fields deserted lie!



Bell! thou soundest merrily;

Tellest thou at evening;

  Bed…time draweth nigh!

Bell! thou soundest mournfully。

Tellest thou the bitter

  Parting hath gone by!



Say! how canst thou mourn?

How canst thou rejoice?

  Thou art but metal dull!

And yet all our sorrowings;

Arid all our rejoicings;

  Thou dost feel them all!



God hath wonders many;

Which we cannot fathom;

  Placed within thy form!

When the heart is sinking;

Thou alone canst raise it;

  Trembling in the storm!







THE CASTLE BY THE SEA



BY JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND



 〃Hast thou seen that lordly castle;

  That Castle by the Sea?

Golden and red above it

  The clouds float gorgeously。



 〃And fain it would stoop downward

  To the mirrored wave below;

And fain it would soar upward

  In the evening's crimson glow。〃



 〃Well have I seen that castle;

  That Castle by the Sea;

And the moon above it standing;

 And the mist rise solemnly。〃



 〃The winds and the waves of ocean;

  Had they a merry chime?

Didst thou hear; from those lofty chambers;

 The harp and the minstrel's rhyme?〃



 〃The winds and the waves of ocean;

  They rested quietly;

But I heard on the gale a sound of wail;

  And tears came to mine eye。〃



 〃And sawest thou on the turrets

  The King and his royal bride?

And the wave of their crimson mantles?

  And the golden crown of pride?



 〃Led they not forth; in rapture;

  A beauteous maiden there?

Resplendent as the morning sun;

  Beaming with golden hair?〃

 

 〃Well saw I the ancient parents;

  Without the crown of pride;

They were moving slow; in weeds of woe;

  No maiden was by their side!〃



                



THE BLACK KNIGHT



BY JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND



'T was Pentecost; the Feast of Gladness;

When woods and fields put off all sadness。

  Thus began the King and spake:

 〃So from the halls

Of ancient hofburg's walls;

  A luxuriant Spring shall break。〃

 

Drums and trumpets echo loudly;

Wave the crimson banners proudly;

  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!〃

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