TH E P OE M S OF H E INE

COMP LE TE

TRA NSLA TE D INTO THE O R I GINAL M ETR E S

A SKE TCH OF HI S L I FE

ED GA R ALFR E D BOWRING, C B . .

GEORGE BELL SONS, YOR K STREE T

COV ENT G A R D E N.
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P mm TO M
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S scoz mE nm x o

Pa mu cn

Boo s or S ONGS
P RE FA CE

NEW S PRI NG

P art I .

P a rt II .

Ar mT ROLL , A Sum n N cms

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G ER MANY, A WINTER TALE

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 PRE FA CE TO THE SE COND ED ITION .

A m edi ti on of thi s work havi ng bee n cal led for owi ng

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to th e first edi ti on having been for s ome ti me out of

pri nt I have taken advantage of th e opportun i ty to add
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translati ons of a remarkable collecti on of Poe m s by He i ne ,

publis hed for the first time si nce the app earance of my
work in 1859 They consi st of as many as twelve h undr eé
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li nes descri bed pa rtly as Ea rly Poem s whi ch will be
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found at the begi nni ng o f th e vol um ,e and part ly as

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Posthumous Poems whi ch a r e plac ed at the end Th e
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metr es of th e ori gi nal have bee n a gai n retai ned th rough

out .

Vari ous errors disc ov ere d by m e in th e first edi ti on

have now bee n co r recte d ; and i t only remai ns for me to

e xpr ess my thanks for the kind manner in whi ch th e

cri ti cal and the general public both in Engl

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a n d a nd a br m
have re ce i ved the work and for th e i ndulgen ce exte nded
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by themto i ts m any impe rfecti ons

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T may perhaps be thought that I exhi bit something of th e

b raze n facednes s of a hardened ofiender in ventu rin g
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once more ( but I h 0pe for the last ti me) to present mysel f to
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the pub li c in the gui se of a translato r and what is more

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a tr anslator of a great poet Th e favoura ble recept ion how

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ever that my previous translati ons o f the Poems of Schi ller

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and Goethe have met wi th at the hands of the pu bli c may ,

possi bly be admi tte d as some excu se for thi s new attempt to
m ake that publi c acq uainted wi th the wor ks of a thir d great
German m i nstrel Comparatively li ttle known and li ttle
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appreciated in England the name o f Heine i s i n Ge rmany

fam
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i liar as a household wor d ; and wh ile on the one hand

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ma ny of hi s charming mi nor poems ha ve become dear to the

hearts of thousands and tens of thous ands of his fellow
countrymen and are sung ali ke in the palace and the cottage
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in the country and the town on the other hi s sterner works

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have done much to infl uence the p oli ti cal and rel i gi ous
te ndenci es of the modern German school .

Having p refixed to th is Volume a brief memoir o f Heine ,

accompa ni ed by a fe w o b servati ons on h is vari ous works and

their di sti nguishi n g character isti cs I wi ll here confin e mysel f
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to stating that I have a dhered wi th the utmost strictn ess to

the pri nciples lai d down by me for m y guidan ce in the case
o f the previ ous translati ons attempted by me those prin ,
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cip les be in g ( 1) As close and li te ral an ad her ence to th e

ori ginal as is cons istent wi th good Engl ish and wi th poetry ,

a nd (2 ) the preservati on throughout the wor k of the origi nal

metres of which Heine p resents a n almost un precedented

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vari ety I h ave on the occas ion of m y former pu bli cati ons
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fully explained m y reasons for adopti ng this course and will ,

not weary the read er wi th repeating them I have s uffici ent .

x PREFACE .

evi dence before me of th e appr oval of the publi c i n thi s

respect to ind uce me to frame m y transla tion o f Hein e s ’

Poems on the same model .

In addi ti on to thus pre ser vin g both the lang uage and the
metre of the ori ginal I have in one other respect endeavoured
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to repr oduce my author precisely as I found hi m and that i s ,

in the i mportant parti cular o f com pleten ess There are doub t
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less many poems wri tte n by Heine that one could wish had
never been wr i tten and tha t one would wi lli ngly refrai n from
,

translating But the omiss ion of these would hi de from the

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reader some o f Heine s chi e f peculi ari ti es and would te nd to

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give him an incomplete if not i ncorrec t noti on o f what th e

poet was A trans lator no more assumes the responsi bi li ty of
.

his author s words than a fai th fulEd i to r d oes and he goes

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beyond his provi nce if he omi ts wha tever doe s not happen to
agree wi th hi s own n oti ons .

In claimi ng for the present work (extendi ng over mor e than

verses ) the abstract meri ts of lite ralness completene ss
, ,

and ri gi d adh erence to the metri cal pe culi ari ti es of the

ori ginal it is very far from m y i ntention to claim an y credi t
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for the m a nner in whi ch I ha ve exec uted that di fficu l t task ,

or to prete nd that I have b een su ccessful in i t That i s a .

q uesti on for the reader alone to deci de Th e credi t o f con

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sci enti ousness and close appli cati on in the matter i s all that I

would vent ure to assert for myself All beyond is left .

exclusi vely to th e candi d and I would fai n hope generous

apprecia ti on of those whom I now voluntarily constit ute m
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y
j udges.
 H E I NR I C H H E I NE
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L THOUGH li ttle more than three years have elapsed

si nce Heinri ch Heine was first numbered amongst th e
dead his name h as long been enrolled in the lists of fame
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Even during hi s li feti me he had the good fortune a nd m a ,

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poe t the most unus ual good fort une o f bein g generally
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accepte d as a Re presentati ve Man and of passi ng as the,

Nati onal Bard of Young Ge rmany Although perhaps .

scarcely enti tled to rank wi th Goethe and Schiller in the

very hi ghest order of poe ts the name of Heine wi ll assuredly

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al ways occupy a prom i nent place amongst the m instrels not

only of Germany but of the world
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It i s only recently that his works ha ve been for the first

time published in an absoluw complete form th e poetry ,

extending over more than two of the six volume s of whi ch

they consi st U ni versally known and read in h is native land
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and hi ghly popular in France whi ch was for so many years

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hi s ad opted country the works of Heine are to th e generali ty

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of Engl ishmen (as stated in the Preface) almost entirely

unknown As the pr esent volume is as far as I amaware
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the only atte mpt that h as been made to bring the far famed -

poem s of Heine in their i ntegri ty before the En glish reader ,

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it seems d esira ble to preface i t by a bri ef sketc h of hi s 1i fe so ,

that m see ing wha t Heine 18 as a poet we ma y be able to form

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som e i dea as to who h e was as a man One who has been .

compared in turns to Aristophanes Rabelais B urns Cer , , ,

vante s Ste rne Jea n Paul Voltaire S wift Byron and Beranger
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I be lieve tha t a transla tion of one of H eine s works hi s Book ’

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was publ is hed i n this country a fe w yea rs a go bu t I

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have not met wi th i t A n Ame rican Ve rsi on of th e P i ctures f

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Travel also appeared in 1855.

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(and to these has he b een likened ) can be of no
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common stamp Th e dis crepa nci es both as to facts and dates

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that occur between the various bi ographi es of Heine ar e how ,

ever so numer ous that i t h a s bee n no easy task to avoid er ror

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in the following b rief sketch of hi s life .

Heinrich (cx Henry ) Hein e was born in the Bolkers trasse ,

at D u sseldorf on the 12th o f D ecembe r 17 9 9 but singularly

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enough the exact d ate of his birth was unt il recently

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unknown to h is biographers who on the authori ty of a , ,

saying of hi s own assi gne d i t to the ls t of January 1800

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whi ch he boasted mad e hi m the fir st man of the century ”

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In reply however to a specific in qui ry addressed to h imby

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a fri end on thi s subj ect a few years before his death he stated ,

that he was really born on the day firs t menti oned and tha t ,

the d ate of 1800 usually gi ven by hi s bi ographers was the

r esult of an error voluntar ily commi tted by his fami ly in hi s
favour at the tim e of the Prussian invasi on in order to ,

exempt hi mfrom the servi ce of the ki ng of Prussia .

By birth he was a Je w both of hi s parents having been o f

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that persuasion He was the eldest of four children and hi s

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two brothers are (or wer e recently) still a li ve the one being a ,

physician in R ussia a nd the other an offi cer in the Aus tri an

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servi ce Th e famous Solomon Heine the ba nker of Hamb urg

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whose wealth was only eq ualled by his phi lanthropy was his ,

uncle His father however was fa r from be ing in opulent

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circumstances When qui te a child he t ook deli ght in

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reading D on Qui xote and used to cry wi th anger at seeing

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how il l the heroism o f that val i ant kni ght was requi ted He .

says somewhere speaking o f h is boyi sh days

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were then my pas sion Now i t is love truth freedom and.

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crab soup
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Fr anciscan convent in his nati ve to wn and while ther e had ,

the m i sfor tun e to be the i nnocent cause of the death by

drowni ng of a schoolfellow an incident recor ded in one of the ,
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poems in his Romancero He menti ons the grea t effect
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pr oduce d upon hi m by the sorrowful face of a large wooden

Christ whi ch wa s constan tly before his eyes in the Convent .

Even at that early age the germs of what has been called
hi s fantas ti c sensibil i ty the food for infini te irony
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seem to
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h ave been developi ng themselves A vi si t o f the Emperor .

Napoleon to D usseldor f when he was a boy afiecte d hi min a

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sin gular manner an d had p r obably mu ch to do wi th th e

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formati on of those imperi ali st tend enci es wh i ch are o ften to

be noti ce d in his characte r and wri ti ngs H e was next .

placed in the Lyceum of Dusseldorf and in 1816 was sent to ,

Hamb urg to study commer ce being intended for merc antile ,

pursui ts In 1819 he was removed to the U niversity at Bonn

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wh i ch had been foun ded in the previ ous year and there he ,

had the advantage of studyin g under Au gustus SchlegeL

He s eems howe ver to have rema i ned there only six months
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and to have then gone to the U n i versi ty of Gottingen where , ,

as he tells us he was rus ti cated soon after matri culation

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He next to ok up his abode at Be rli n whe r e he appli ed ,

hi mself to th e study of philosophy under the d irecti on of ,

the great Hegel whose in fluence combined wi th that o f the

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works of Spinosa undou b tedly h ad much to do wi th the

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form ati on of Heine s mi nd and also determined hi s futu re

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career From thi s ti me we hear no more of hi s turning

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merchant ; a nd it is from the date of his res idence at Berlin

tha t we may date th e rise of that spiri t of uni versal indifie r
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ence and reckless daring that so strongly characterizes the

wri tin gs of Heine Amongst hi s associates at th is peri od ma y
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be menti oned in ad di ti on to Hegel Cham isso Varnhagen von

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Ense and h is well known wi fe Rachel d p the philologist

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and Grabbe the eccentri ci ti es of whose works were only

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eq ualled by the eccentri ci ties of hi s life .

Heine s firs t vol ume of poetry enti tled Gedichte or

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Poems was publis hed i n 1822 the poems being those which
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under the name of Youth ful Sorr ows now form the open ,
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i ng o f hi s “
Book of Songs Notwi ths tan din g the extra .

ordinary s uccess afterwards ob tained by this latte r work his ,

fir st publi cat ion was ve ry coldly rece i veds Some o f th e

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poems i n i t were wri tten as far back as a n d o ri gi nally

One of th e fines t in th e l
c olect o n, i Th e G re n a di e rs , wh i h is
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thoroughly imbue d Wi th t he spi ri t o f Be ra nger wa s wri tte n as e arly ’

as 18 15 whe n H e i n e was n o t s ix te en year s ol

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d a nd be fo re Bera nge r ,

ogo us po e m L e Vie ux D ra pea u L o V i e ux

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h ad writte n h i s a na l s ,

Se rge nt ,
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appe ared in the Hamburg peri odi cal De r Wachte r or
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Watchman Offended at thi s result he left Berlin and
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returned to Gotfinge n in 1823 wher e he took to st udyi ng ,

la w a nd rece i ved the degree o f Docto r in 1825

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baptiz ed into the Luth eran Church in the same year at ,

Heili genstadt near that place He afterwards sai d j ocularly

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tha t h e to ok thi s course to prevent M de Rothschfld tr eati ng .

himtoo f afi n i l li ona ir ely It is to be feared however from the

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to ne of a llhis works that hi s nomi nal relig ious opini ons sat
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very li ghtly upon himthrough life H e wr i te s as follows on .

thi s subj ect in 1852 : My ancestors belonged to the Jewis h

religi on but I was never proud of thi s descent ; neither did I
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ever set stor e upon my quali ty of Lutheran although I ,

belong to the evangeli cal co nfessi on q ui te as much as the

greate st d evotees amongst my Ber lin enemi es who always ,

reproach me wi th a want of religi on I rather felt humiliate d .

at passin g for a purely human creat ure — I whom the phi lo ,

sophy of Hegel led to suppose that I was a god How proud .

I then was o f my di vini ty ! What an i dea I had of my

grandeur ! Alas ! that charming time has long pas sed away ,

and I cannot thi nk o f i t wi thout sadn ess now that I am ,

lyi ng stretched on my back whi lst my di sea se is making ,

terrible progress ”
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Previous to this date and whi lst li ving at Berlin Hein e

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published (in 1823) hi s only two plays “

Almanz or and
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ifij wh i ch were eq ually unsuccess ful on th e sta ge an d

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in pri nt and whi ch are certai nly the least worthy of a l
, lhis
works Between these t wo plays he inserted a collection of
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p o e try enti tled Lyr i cal Inte r lude whi ch attracted l i ttle ,

att ention at the ti me In the year 1827 however he re

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pu blis hed th is collecti on at Hamb urg in conj uncti on wi th his ,

Youth ful Sorrows gi vin g to the whole the ti tle of th e

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Bo ok of Songs In proport ion to the indifference with
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whi ch h is poems had been received on their firs t appearance ,

was the enthusias m whi ch they now excite d They were read .

wi th avi di ty in every directi on espec ia lly in th e vari ous ,

uni versiti es where their influence upon th e minds of the

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students was very great In the year 1852 this work had .
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re ached the tent h edi ti on

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Heine s next great work hi s R e i se bilder or Pi ctures of

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Travel wri tten partly in poetry and partly in prose was

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pu blished at Ham b urg at vari ous inter vals from 1826 to

1831 and as i ts name i mpli es i s descr i pti ve of his tr avels in
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differ ent countri es especially in England and Italy Th e

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poeti calporti on o f the Rei se bilder the whole of wh ich is

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trans lated in this volume is di vi de d i nto three par ts

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Return Home the Hartz J ourney and The Balti c - "
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wri tten between 1823 and 1826 Th is work again met with .

an almost unprec edented success and from the date of its ,

publi cation and tha t of the Book o f Songs may be

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reckoned the commencement of a new e r a in German li tera

tur e These remarka ble poems exhi bi t the whole nature of
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Heine tree fro m a ll dis gui se Th e striking originali ty the

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exuberan ce of fancy and above a ll th e singular beauty and

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feelin g of the vers ifica ti on that characteri ze nearly the whole

o f them stand out i n as yet unh eard of contrast to the
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i nte nse and bi tter i rony that pe rvades them a n irony that ,
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spa red nobody that spared nothing not even the most sacred
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su bj ects be ing exempt fro m the poet s mockin g sarcasm ’

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T hi s charac te risti c of Heine only i ncreas ed as y ears p as sed

on. In the late r years of his life whi ch were one long ,

continued agony his bodily s u fierings ofie r some excuse i t

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may be for what would otherwi se have been i nexcusable in

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the wri tings of a great poet There was doub tless much .

afiecta tio n in the want of al lreligi ous and poli ti cal fai th th at
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is so s i gnally apparent in the works of Heine and yet they ,

betray a real bi tterness of feeling that cannot be mis taken .

A t every page may be traced the mali ci ous ple asure felt by
himin exc it ing the sympathy and ad m ir ati on of the read er to
the hi ghest p itch and th en wi th a fe w wor ds wi th the last
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lin e or the last verse of a long poem i t may be rudely , ,

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i nsultin g them and dashi ng them to the ground

, No better .

parody of t his favouri te a musement o f Heine can be gi ven

th an by ci ting two well kn own verses of D r Joh ns on :
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H er mi t old in mossy cell ,

Wea ring ou t li f s eveni ng gra y

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S t ik e th y pe n i ve br as t a nd te ll
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Wh e re i s bli ss a nd wh ich th wa y 1
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Thus I spa k e , a nd fr equent sigh d,

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S carce rep re ss d th e fa l l
i ng tear,
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Whe n th e hoary sa ge rep lied

Com e, my la d, a nd drink so me beer I
Th e exuberance of Heine s heart as h as been well sa id
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was only e qualled by the dryness of hi s spiri t ; a real

enthus ias m was blended wi th an un quenchable love of sati re ;
his exqui si te dilett ante i sm made him adore the god s and
godd esses o f Gr eece at the expense even of Chr i sti ani ty .

In short q uali ti es scarcely ever found in comb i nati on wer e

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c ombined in hi m ; in one weak suffering body two di s tinct

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and opposite natures each eq ually mi ghty wer e uni ted

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Perhaps the best name ever appli ed to hi mis that of the

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Julian of poetry .

Th e Fr ench Re voluti on in 1830 determ ined Heine s fut ure

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life H e was then li ving at Berli n agai n afte r havi ng res ided
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at Hamb urg and Muni ch H e now t urned poli ti cian and

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newspaper wri te r His Essay on Nobi li ty was wri tten at thi s

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time He p resently (in May 1831) went to li ve in Paris

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where he resi ded until his d eath wi th the excepti on o f ,

making one or two short vi si ts to hi s nati ve land Though .

the fact is not exactly stated there can be no d oub t tha t he

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recei ved some very broad hi nts from the authori ti es of

P r ussi a to leave tha t country From that t ime France
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became h is adopte d father land and he hi mself was thence

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forw a r d m o re o f a Frenchman than a German The Germa ns .

have in deed always repr oached him as be ing fri volous and
Frenc h ; he has often been called the Voltair e o f Germany ;
b ut Thi ers pe rha ps d escri bed hi mth e most accu rate ly when
he spoke of him as being the wi tti est F r enchma n si nce
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Volta ire He wrote French as flu entl

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y as German and the
transla ti ons of h is various works that were published i n
Paris i i the R evue des deu cv M ond es and the B i blcothégue
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Con tem zo m i ne or as separate works wer e ei ther wri tte n by

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hi mself or by hi s personalfi i ends under his own immedi ate

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superin te ndence .

Some o f h is more i mportant prose works were wri tten soon

after he took up hi s abod e in Paris He wrote in 1831 a .
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seri es a f arti cles fox th e A ugsbu rg G a z ette on the Sta te of

 HEINB IOH H EINE. x v ii

France whi ch he sub seq uently collecte d a nd pu bli shed both

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in French and Ger man In 1833 appeared h is well known

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History of Modern Li te ratur e i n Germany republished ”

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afte rwards un der the ti tle of Th e R omanti c School and in ,

French un der that o f Thi s may be looked

upon as his most remarkable prose work and as the one th at ,

most exhi bi ts hi s characteristi c pec uli ari ti es Th e followi n g .

li vely descri pti on of it is from the pen of an emi nent French

cri ti c : Accordi ng to M Heine the whole of the i ntellectual
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movement of Germany since Lessin g and Kan t has been a
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death struggle agains t Deism Thi s struggle he d escri bes
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wi th passi on an d i t may be sai d that he heads i t in person

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He ranges his army in ord er of battle he gi ves the si gnals , ,

and marches the Ti tans against heaven Kant Fi chte Hegel ,

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al lthose formi da ble spiri ts whose every thought is a vi cto ry ,

whose every formula is a cos mogoni c bou leversemen t Around .

them in front or behi nd are grouped a crowd of wri ters

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theolo gians and poets romance write rs and say ans If one
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o f the combatan ts sto ps sho r t li ke Schellin g the author , ,

overwhelms himwi th invectives If a ti m i d and poeti c band .

s f dreame rs su ch as Ti eck Novalis Br entano and Arnim

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try to bring back thi s feveri sh Ge rmany to the fresh poetry

of the m i ddle ages he throws hi msel f upon them a nd dis
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perses them li ke those Cobo lds in the Book o f Songs who

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overthrew the angels of paradi se An d when th e p hiloso .

hi calco n fli c t is over he p r edicts i ts cons eq uences wi th a so r t

p ,

of savage deli ri um H e compar es Kant to the blood

thi rsty di ctato rs of 9 3 and proclai ms the gospel of pantheism
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His theory of the inte llec t ual hi sto ry o f the Ge rm ans is

altogethe r false and shoul d only be consulte d as an i llustr a
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ti on ala s too pod ti ve ! o f the fever at once mysti cal and

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sensual of a certain peri od of our age Thi s book produce d

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a perfect sto rm of fury in Germany Denounce d by Menzel .

and the pietists as an emi ssary of Modern Babylon cursed by ,

the austere teu toma ni a cs as a re presentati ve o f Pari si an co r

rupti on Heine was not the less suspecte d by th e democrats
who accused himof treason To thi s was added o fficia l
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Proceedi ng to his next work the publi cati on of his Salon

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cons istin g of an inte resting seri es of essays & c commenced , .

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at Ham burg in 1834 i ts fourth and las t volume not appe ar ,

ing ti11 1840 A long e ssay on the Women o f Shakes peare

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appea red in 1839 an d in 1840 a vi olent p ersonal attack on

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hi s ol d fr i end the rep ubl i can poet Borne then only re cently
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d ead ,
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a wor k whi ch wi th a l li ts talent di d grea t i nj ury to
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hi s reputati on His remai nin g great prose work ent itled

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L u te z i a or Par is cons ists o f a collecti on of valuable arti cle s

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on French poli ti cs arts and manners wri tten by him as the

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correspondent of the A ugsbur g Ga z ette betw een 1840 and 1844 .

Th e only other wri ti ngs o f hi s in pro se that need be specifie d ,

” “ ”
enti tl ed respe cti vely Confessi ons Dr Faust and the , .
,

Gods in Exile wer e wri tten a fe w years before hi s d eath

”
, .

After the publi cati on of the Rei sebilder Heine s next

”
,
’

”
poeti cal producti on was the charmin g poem of Atta Troll ,

whi ch appe ared in 1841 wri tten in a simple trocha i c metre , ,

”
four footed solemn trochees as he himself exp resses i t
-
, .

Thi s poem h as been descri bed as the work of a German

A ri osto combini ng gaiety and poetry i rony an d i magi na ti on
, ,

in perfect proporti ons Much worldly wi sdo m is to be learnt .

from the instructi ve hi story of Atta Troll the da ncing bear of ,

th e Pyr enees Th e striking i nterlude in it of th e vi si on of Hero

.

dias amongst the spiri t huntsmen should not be overlooked

'

Th e marriag e of Heine seems to have taken place at a bout

thi s peri od His wi fe who is ofte n spoken of in his poems in
.
,

te rms of deep afie cti on and whose name was Mathi ld e was
'

, ,

a Frenchwoman a nd a R oman Catho li c and they were marri ed ,

according to the ri tes of that church Wi th allhis love for .

Madame Heine however he seems to have b een very j ealous

, ,

o f her a nd i t is reco r ded that on one occasi on he took i t into

,

his head that she had run away from hi m H e was reassured .

by hearing the voi ce of her favouri te parrot Cocotte whi ch ”

,

led himto say that she would never have gone off wi thout
,

taki ng Cocotte wi th h er In spi te of the bi tterness of .

spiri t that pervad es a ll hi s wri tin gs i t is clear tha t he pos ,

sessed deep na t ural affecti ons His mother survived hi m; .

a nd thoug h almost enti rely separated from her for the last

twenty five years of hi s lif e he often introdu ces h er name i n

-
,

his works wi th expressi ons of fil ia l rever ence His l ast vi sit .

XX ME MOIR OF

atr ophy of the leg s Th e last ti me he ever left hi s house was

.

in M ay 1848 For eight long years he was confined to hi s

, .

couch to use h is own ex pre ssi on in a state o f death wi th

, ,

out i ts r epose and wi thout the pri vi leges of the dea d who
, ,

have no need to spend money and no letters or books to ,

wri te ”
But despi te his bodi ly su fle rings his good spi ri ts
'

.
,

never seemed to leave hi m his love of r aillery di d b ut in,

cr ease and li ttle did th at publ i c whose in te r est he conti nued

,

to ex ci te by the won der ful pr od u c ts of hi s geni us know of

hi s di stres sing state .

In the year s 1850 and 1851 i n the midst of hi s fearful ,

m alady Hei ne composed his last great poeti cal work entitled
,
”
Romancer o Thi s sing ular volume is di vi ded i nto three
.

“ ”
Books called respecti vely Histo ri es Lamentati ons and
, , ,

Hebrew Melodi es Th e first o f these contains a la rge num

”
e
.

be r o f romanti c ballads a nd poems of the most di ss imi lar

charac te r b ut a l lbearin g the stamp of the author s peculiar
’
,

geni us ; the second ope ns wi th several mi scellan eous pi eces ,

in clud ing some li te rary satires and concludes wi th twenty ,

pieces bea ring the li vely ti tle of Lazarus and compr isin g
“ ”
, ,

as some one h as o bser ved the j our nal of hi s impr essions as a

,

sick man Th e Hebr ew Melodi es a r e su bdi vi ded into three

.
,

entitled by Heine Princess Sabbath ”

Jchuda ben Halevy ”
, ,

”
a poem i tse lf in three parts an d D isputati on , Th e Je wi sh .

descent and Jewi sh sympathi es o f the poet are plainly d is

cerni b l e in these Melod i es the most i nter esti ng o f whi ch and
, ,

probably the best of the whole collecti on contained in the

R omance r o i s that wh ich sets forth the lif e o f J eh u da ben
”
,

Halevy the great Hebrew poet of the m

,
i d dle ages Some .

cri tics r ank this poem amongst Heine s very best productions ’

”
T h e concludi n g p i ece D isputati on is in Heine s wi ldes t
’
, ,

s tyle and seems wr i tte n for the exp r ess pu r po se of d estroyi ng

,

the pleasure exci te d by the one that precedes i t In none o f .

hi s works i s hi s mocki ng sp iri t mor e plainly di scerni ble It .

is th e most Voltai r ian s cene ever i magined by the scepti cal

N0 one can r ead thi s polemical poem
”
demon of hi s m ind .

wi thout seeing how li ttle Hei ne hi mself car ed for any recei ved
for m of r eli gi on for the Chr ist ian fai th as p rofessed by him
,
—
,

or the Js wish fai th i nto whi ch he was born The piece ter .
 H EINR ICH Ha ms . xx i

min a te s in
’
Heine s favouri te manner namely wi th an u nex , ,

pecte d j oke in the last lin e .

Th e collecti on enti tled Late st Poems was wri tten three

years a fte rwards Its name shows that the end was now not
.

far off .Th e hand of a master is sti ll vi s i ble in a l l these

poems the most interesti ng of whi ch is perhaps the Slave
,
“

”
Shi p one of the most powerful producti ons o f Heine s pen
,
’
.

In the year 1855 he publi shed a French translati on of hi s

,

New Spri ng in th e R evue d es d ew : M on d es And now the .

end really arri ved .

Ou the 17 th Feb ru ary 1856 Henry Heine was at length

, ,

m
releas ed from h is sufierings in hi s house in the Avenu e
'

Matignon No 3 as app ears fro the obituary noti ce Th e

,
.
, .

smallness of the attendan ce at h is fimera l would seem to

show that there was some truth in the saying that he had
many admi rer s b ut few friends Th e only names of note .

that are recorded as havin g been present on the occas ion are
Migne t Gauti er an d Dumas And this was the man who
, ,
.

was recogni zed as the successor of Goethe in the throne of

poetry in German y and whose songs were alr eady household
,

words in a ll parts of that coun try ! His humour di d not

leave h im ti ll the very las t A few days before h is death .

Hector Berli oz called on hi mj ust as a tiresome German pro

ta ssor was l ea vm g the room a fter wearying himwi th hi s
uni nte resting co nversati on “
I a m afrai d you will fin d me
.

very st upi d my dear fellow ! Th e fact is I have j ust been

, ,

ex cha ngi ng thoughts wi th Dr was hi s remark Only a . .

day or two before he expired he sent back to the printer the ,

last proo fs of a new edi ti on of the Reis ebilder ”

.

Heine left a singular wi ll behind him in whi ch he begged ,

that all reli gi ous solemni ti es should be dispensed wi th at hi s

fun eral and that although he called hi mself a Lutheran no
, , ,

Lutheran mini ster should ofii cia te on the occas ion He added .

that thi s was not a mere freak of a freethi nker for that he ,

had for the last four years di smi ssed all the pri de wi th whi ch
philosophy h ad filled hi m and felt once more the power of ,

reli gious truth He also begged for for gi veness for an y

.

oti e nce whi ch in h is i gnorance he m ight have gi ven to good

, ,

manners and morals .

xx ii ME MOIR or

Wh en the private papers Loui s Philippe fell into the

,
of

hands of the populace at the sack of the Tuileri es in Fe

bru ary 1848 it was di scovere d tha t Hein e had for many years
, ,

enj oyed a pe nsi on of some 200l a year on the Ci v il Li st

. .

This di scovery gave an opening to the repub li cans for vi olent

attacks on him b ut ther e does not appear to h ave been any
thing in the circumstances of the case to ake thi s tra nsa c m
tion discredi table to either the giver or the receiver of the
pensi on .

Heine is descri bed as having li ved in the simplest mann er ,

occupyi ng three small rooms on the third floor the me na ge ,

’

compr is in g in addi ti on to hi s wife and hi m self no one b ut

, ,

an old negress as a servant and Cocotte who has been

“
,
”
,

alrea dy alluded to .

Heine is beyond question the greatest poet that has ap

p eare d in Germany since the death o f Goethe Enough has .

been sai d in the course of this bri e f sketc h of hi s life to show

the sin gular the unprecedented character o f hi s geni us a nd
, ,

to illustrate that combination in h is per son of two separate

natur es that we have stated to exist Wh at mor e touching .

trai t of characte r was ever h eard of than the simple fact that,

although the last eight years of hi s life were spent in a state

of into lerable agony he left hi s mother in i gnorance of h i s
,

su fferi ngs to th e very last ! Yes when stricken wi th to tal

,

bli ndness and when dyin g li terally by i nches a llhi s lett ers
, ,

to the old woman at th e D ammth or were wri tten in the

most cheerf ul happy tone and he made h er beli eve that his
, ,
.

only reason for employing an amanuensi s inste ad of wri ting

wi th his own hand was that he had a sli ght afiection in his
eyes which would be cur ed wi th a li ttle care !
,

Th e followi ng a ppreci ati on o f the charact er of Heine ,

wri tten whi le he was sti ll ali ve b ut when the shades of d ark
,

ness and death were slowly gathering round hi m may serve ,

as a fitting termi nati on to the se few pages It may be sai d

that Heine bears wi thi n hi m a ll the mi sery o f a mi ghty
li te r atur e that h as fallen from hi s i deal Let thi s be hi s .

excuse But now hi s eyes are closing on this perishable

.

world whose contradi ctions and wretchedness pr ovoked hi s

,

painful gai ety ; another world is opening on h is mind There .

,
 HEIN R ICH H EINE .

no more misery no mor e irri tati n g cont rasts no more revolt

, ,

“
ing di senchantments ; ther e a l l p r oblems are resolved all
, ,

struggles cease If i rony in the case of a capri ci ous and

.
,

ard ent in telli gence could be the fai thful mi rror of things
,

below there is no room save for confidence and respe ct in

,

tha t spir i tual world that his souls looks are fast d iscovering
’
.

He so ught for ser eni ty i n that li ght rai llery whi ch en veloped
the whole uni verse an d played hi s part in it wi th grace ;
,

but thi s ser eni ty was incomplete a nd false and often sufiered
,
'

lcured sorrows to br eak forth True sereni ty i s a h i gher

hi s il
-
.

thi ng ; it is to be found in the intelli gence and adoration of

that id eal whi ch nothi ng can a ffect that truth whi ch no
,

shadow can obscure ”

. And so wi th these words of kin dly
sympathy Heinri ch Heine
, , fare well !
 E A R LY P OE M S .

S ONGS OF L O VE .

1 LOV E S SAL UT A TION

. .

AR LING mai den who can be ,

Ever found to eq ualthee

T O thy s e r vi ce joyfully
Sha ll my life be pledged by me .

Thy s weet eye s gleam tenderly

L i ke soft moonbeam
,
’
s o er the sea ;
L i gh ts of rosy h a rmony
’
O er thy red cheeks wander fre e .

From thy small mouth full of glee , ,

R ows of pe arls peep charmi ngly ;

But thy bosom s drapery ’

Ve i ls thy fai rest jewelry .

Pure love only could i t be

That so sweetly thrilld through me, ’

When I whilome gazed on thee ,

Darli ng mai d so fair to see

, .

2 L OVE S L A M E NT
’
. .

N ni ght s secr ecy relyi ng

’

S ilently I breathe my woes ;

From the haunts of mortals flying ,

Wh er e the cup of pleasure flo ws .

D own my cheeks run tear s all burni ng ,

S ilently unceas ingly ;

,
’
But my bosom s fie ry yearn ing
Q ue nch d by te ars can neve r be
’
.
2 E mma s ’
POEMS .

When a laugh in g urchi n gaily ,

Many a merr y game I p la y d ; ’

’
In li fe s sunsh ine baski ng da i ly ,

Knowi ng nought of gri ef or shade .

For a gar den of enjoyment

Was the wor ld I then li ved in ,

Tending flo we r s my sole employme nt

R oses vi olets jessam
,

, i ne , .

By the br ook s si de on the meadow

’

, ,

Sweetly m used I i n those days ;

Now I see a pale thi n shadow ,

When upon the br oo k I gaze .

Pale and th i n my gri ef hath made me

S i nce m
,

i ne eyes upon her fell ;

Se cr et sorr ows now per vade me ,

Wonderful and ha r d to tell .

Deep wi thi n my heart I ch er i sh d ’

An gel for ms of peace and love

Whi ch have fle d thei r short joys pe rish d,
,
’

To their star r y home above .

Ghastly shadows r i s e unbi dden ,

Black n i ght r ound min e eye s i s thro wn ;

In my t r em bl i ng br east i s hi dden
A sad wh i sp ri ng vo i ce unk no wn
’
.

U nkno wn sorrows unknown angui sh ,

T oss me w ildlyto and fr o ,

And I pi ne away and lan gui sh .

Tort ured by an unknown glow .

But the cause why I a mlyi ng

R a ck d by fier y tor ments now
’

Why fr om ver y g r i ef I mdyi ng ’

L ove behold
,
The cause art thou !
—

3 YEAR NING
. .

TE weetheart on arm all my comrades wi th joy

s ,

Benea th the lin den t r ees move

But I ala s poor desola te boy
, , ,

In utter sol i tude rove

 mam s a
’
POEM S .

Thus whi s pers pale flow re t beseeching m ’

e s ore ,

I tr embli ngly plu ck h er and lo ' ,

I find my heart suddenly bleed ing no more ,

M i ne i nwar d eye bri ghtly doth glow .

Mute angel r aptur e blest

-

Now fills my wounded br e ast .

5 P R ES ENTIM E NT
. .

O NDER wher e the stars glow nightly

, ,

We shall fin d those joys smile brightly

Whi ch on earth seem fa r away .

’
Only i n Death s cold emb r aces
L i fe grows warm and light replaces
,

Nigh t s dark gloom at dawn of day

’
.

H ENI a mwi th my sweeth eart

A happy youth a mI
80 great the wealth wi thi n my mi nd ,

I the whole wo r ld could buy .

But when her swanl i ke arms I qui t ,

In that sad hour of pai n ,

Away my boasted wealth doth fli t

And I a mpoor agai n
,

7 .

WO UL D the songs I msingi ng ’

’

Had li ttle fiow rets been ;

I d send them to my sweetheart
’

F o r h e r to smell I ween , .

I would the songs I ms in ging ’

Wer e ki sses a llunseen ;

I d send them all i n secret
’

U pon her checks to glean .

I would the songs I msi ngi ng ’

Wer e l i ttle peas so green ;

Id m ake some capi tal pea soup
’
—

Allin a soup tur ce n l -

 EAR L Y POEM S .

8 .

F pea ce and happiness and h eart

, , ,

Thou loved one long ti me ha s t beref t

, ,

A n d of the gi fts that thou hast left me

Not one of th ese doth form a part .

For peace , he art happ i ness hast thou

, ,

T o me a li fe long sorrow given

-
,

Wi th b i tter words commi ngled even ,

0 take these bac k my lov e d one now
, , .

9 .

EM EM B EB ST
’
thou those fiery glances
i
’
e l
v c p ac d ?

That long deni ed first ki ss of

-
passi on
The ardent lover sto le in haste
O glances ye experi enced fish hooks
,
-
,

Ou whi ch the fis h is ca pti ve brought !

0 ki ss thou charm
, ing rod of honey ,

Wi th whi ch th e bir d is li med and caught !

10 .

H OU spa k s t and ga v st a lock to

’ ’
me
Of thy dear sil ken hai r ;
Wear th i s, and I for ever thee
”
Wi thi n my heart will wea r .

Full oft have heart and hai r been cali d ’

To act this lovi ng part .

Now say : is not thy head yet bald

And full thy little heart

11 .

one assu red me so strongly

OU , lov e d , ,

I wellni gh fanci ed i t true ;

That you asserted i t was so ,

Was no si gn of folly i n you .

But that I almost beli eved i t ,

’
Ti s thi s that I so rue .
 ’
HEINE s POEMS .

12 .

lmany a tragedy play (1,

’ ’
VE seen ful
Ext ract ing my te a rs li ke magi c
’
But mongst them all that touchi ng scene
,

Had an end by far the most tragi c ,

Where in thou t o oke ds t the pri nci pal part ,

Wh i le I at th y feet was pa nti ng ,

How well thou acte dst the i nnocent one ,

Thou actress most enchant ing !

18 .

SE
not what I h ave my loved
,

Ask me r ather what I a m;

'

i ttle wealth I boast of

F or but l ,

But I mgentle as a lamb

’
.

Do not ask me how I mli vi ng

’
,

But for what that ask of me ;

,

For I li ve i n want and lonely

, ,

Yet I li ve alone for thee .

Do not ask me of my pl e asures,

Ask not of my bi tter smar t
Pleasur e ever fli es hi s p r esence
Who doth own a br oken hea rt .

M I S C E L L A N E O U S P OE M S .

G ER MANY . 1815 .

me sing Ger man i a s glory !

ET
’

Hearken to my noblest stra i ns !

Wh i le my sp ir i t tells the story ,

Thr i lling bl i ss r uns through my vei ns \

T i me s book i s before me lyi ng

’
,

All thi n gs that have happened here ,

Good wi th Evi l eve r vyi ng

All befor e my gaze st ands cl ear .
 EARL Y PO EMS .

From the Fr enchman s dis tant nati on ’

Hella ppr oa ch d wi th i mp i ous hand

’

, ,

Bri ngin g shame and desecr at i on

Ou our much loved German land ,

All our fai th and vi rtu e soil i ng ,

All our heavenly yearnin gs fle d ,

Allwe deemed of wort h despoi ling , ,

G i vi ng s i n and pai n in stead .

German shame to gild r efus ing ,

Dark the Germa n sun soon gre w ,

And a mournful voi ce accus ing

P i er ced the German oak tr ees throug h .

Now the sun once more i s glanci ng ,

And the oak t r ees r oar wi th joy
The avengers are advanc ing ,

Shame and sorrow to destroy .

’
And decei t s p r oud alta rs hateful
Totter fall wi th hi deous sound ;
,

Every German heart is grateful ,

Free is German holy ground .

’
Se e st the glare yon mount i llumi ng ?
Say what can that wi ld fla me be
,

Yes ! that fir e pr oclai ms the bloomi ng

Image pure of Germany .

From the ni ght of s in emergin g

Germany uninjured sta nds
Wildly i s the spot sti ll surging ,

Where that fair form burst her b ands .

’
Ou the old oak s stems in sp lendou r
Glori ous blossoms fast unf old ;
Fo re i gn blossoms fall and tender ,

Breezes greet a s as of old .

’
Al lthat s vi rtu ous i s r eturni ng ,
’
All that s good appears once more ,

An d the Ge r man fondly yearni ng , ,

Is exulting as of yo r e .

An c i ent ma nners anc i ent Ge rman

,

Vi rtues and hero i c deeds

,

“
Valiantly each son of Her mann ’

Waves h i s swo r d and p r oudly bleeds .

Th e A rmi ni us o f Tac i tus .

 na me ’
s r oa ms .

Heroes never doves engender ,

Li onlik e i s Hermann s r ace ’

’
Yet may love s reli gion tender
Well near valour take i ts place .

Germans thr ough their sorr ows lonely

Learnt Chr i st s gentle word to pri z e ;
’

’
Thei r land gender s br ethren only ,

An d human i ty i s Wi se .

Once again returns the glori ous

Noble love of mi nstrel s song
’

Well becomi ng the vi ctori ous

Br easts of German heroes str ong ,
As they to the war are go ing
Wi th the Frank to cr oss the sword,
To take si gnal vengeance glowi ng
’
For their perfidy a bh orr d .

And at home no labour heedin g,

,

Woman pli es h e r gentle hand ,

Tends the sacred wounds all bleedin g
In defence of father land .

In her black dress r obed entrancing ,

Looks the beauteous German dame ,

’ ’
D e ck d wi th fio w r s and jewels glanci ng,
D i amond girded, too her frame
-

, .

But a nobler prouder feeli ng

,

Through me at h e r vi si on thr i lls ,

When besi de the si ck bed kneeling

,
-
,

Acts of mer cy she fulfils .

Heavenly angels she r esembles

When th e last draught she supplie s
To the wounded man who tr emble s , ,

Smi les hi s grateful thanks and di e s , .

H e to whom to di e ti s gi ven
’

On the battle field i s bl

—
cs t ; ,

But a for etaste ti s of heaven

’

,
’
Dying on a woman s br east .

Poor poor son s of Fr ance Fate ever

,

U nto you unki nd has been ;

On the Sei ne s b a nks beauty never
’

Save i n sear ch of gold i s se en .

 EARL Y PO EMS .

Ge rman women German women !

What a charm the words convey 1
Ge rman women ! Ge rman women !
Flouri sh on for many a day !
lour
Al daughte rs lik e Loui sa ,

All our sons like Frederi ck be !

H e ar me in the grave Loui sa ! ,

Ever flourish Ge rmany !

D R EA M 1816
. .

ONof folly d r eam thou ever

, ,

When thy thoughts wi thi n thee

But in li fe thy vi si ons never
To re al i ty wi ll turn .

Once i n happ i er days chance bo re me

To a hi gh mount on the R hi n e ;
Smi ling lay the land befo r e me ,

Glor i ously the sun di d shi ne .

Far below the waves wer e si n gi ng

,

Wild and magi c melodi es

In my inmos t heart were ri ngin g
B lissf ulstrai ns in wondr ous wis e .

Now, when gaz ing from that stati on

the 1and how sad i ts doom !
Ou -

I but see a p i gmy nati on

’
Cr awli ng on a gi ant s tomb .

So oa l
ld
men wear si lken rai ment
’
-
,
’
Deem themselves the nati on s flower ;
’
Honours now are ga i n d by payment ,

Ro gue s possess both wealth and power .

Of descent they boast not meri t , ,

’
T is thei r dress that makes them men ;
Old c oats now alone the S pi ri t
Of old times brin g back aga i n ;
When respect and vir tue holy
Modestly went hand i n hand ;
When the youth wi th defe r ence lowly
By th e aged took hi s stan d
 POEMS
’

[12 H EINE S .

0 Madonna Th i s day hear me ,

Full of mer cy r i ch i n wonder s 1

,

Gr ant me then a sign of favour ,

J ust one l i ttle si gn of favour .

’
Then presently happen d a m arvellous won de r
The for est and chapel wer e parted i n s un der
The boy unde r stood not the mir acle strange
For all around hi mdid suddenly change
,

In a brilliant hall ther e sat the Mad onna ,

Her r ays wer e gone as he gazed upon her ;

'

She bor e the for m of a lovely ma i d ,

Ar ound her li ps a ch i ldlike smi le pla y d ’

.

And see ! from h e r fair and flowi ng tr esses

She steals a look as she thus addr esses
,

In a heavenly tone the raptur ed boy

,

The swe etest r ewar d o n ear th enjoy 1

What attests thi s consecrati on 2 ‘

Sa w s t thou not the r a i nbow sheddi n g

’

Its subl i me i llum i nati on ,

O e r the wi de ho r i zon sp r eadi ng

’

Angels up and down a r e movi ng,

L oudly do thei r p i ni ons flu tte r ;
Br eath i ng musi c str ange and lovi ng ,

Sweet the melod i es they utter .

Well the str i pl ing knows the y e ar n i ng

Through h i s fr ame that now doth qui ver ;
To that land h i s footsteps tur n ing ,

Wher e the my r tle blooms for ever .

T H E M OOR S S E R E NA D E
’
.

my sleep ing dear Zule i m

O a s
’

Bosom r un ye tea r s all burni ng !

,

Then will h e r sweet hear t for Abdul

Gin to beat w i th tende r yearn i ng
’
.

R ound my sleep i ng dear Z ule i ma s ’

E a r d i spo r t ye tear s of angu i sh !

,

Then wi ll h e r fai r hea d i n v i si on

Sweet for Abdul s love str ai ght langui s h
’
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’
O ermy sleep ing dear Z uleima 8 ’

’
Soft hand str eam my heart 8 blood gush ing 1
,

Then will her sweet hand bear on i t

Abd ul s h eart s blood crimson flus hing
’ ’

, .

Sor r ow i s alas born voi celes s

, , ,

In i ts mouth no tongue i s growi ng ,

It hath only tear s and s ighi ng ,

An d blood from the heart s wounds flowi n g

’
.

D R EAM A ND LIFE .

HE day was glowi ng my heart too glow d , , ,

’
,

In silence I bor e my sorr ow s load ; ’

When ni ght arri ved I hastened then

,

To the blossomi ng rose i n the silent glen .

’
I softly a ppr oach d and mute as the grave
, ,

Whi le tears my cheeks di d se cr etly lave ,

I pee p d i n the cup of the rose so fair
’

And lo ! a bri ght l i ght was glimmering there

,

By the rose 1 joyfully fell asleep ,

When a sweet mockin g dr eam di d over me creep

The form of a rosy mai d was reveal d ; ’

A rosy bodi ce her bosom conce ald ’

.

She gave me soon a ri ch golden store ,

To a golden cottage the pri ze I bor e ;

Strange goi ngs o n in the cottage I found
-
,

Small elves are dancing in gracefulround .

T welve dancers are danci ng and taki ng no re st , ,

And closely the ir hands together are pr e ss d ’

And soon as a dance has come to a close ,

Another begi ns and each merri ly goes

, .

And the musi c they dance to thus sounds i n my ear

The happi est of hours willne er reappear ’

The whole of thy li fe was only a dream ,

And thi s hour of pleasure a dream wi thi n dre am .

Th e dre am i s over the sun i s up

, ,

I eagerly peep i n the rose s cup ’

.

A las 1 in the place of the gl i mmering

A nasty i nsect meets my sight .
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14 H anna s POEM S .

TH E L ESSON .

OTHE R tells little be e ,

Yonder wax taper flee

’
But for hi s mother s prayers
L i tt le bee li ttle cares .

R ound the li ght hovers h e ,

Hummi ng all merrily ;

Mother s cr y hears not h e
’

L i ttle bee ! L i ttle bee !

Youth ful one ! Fooli sh one !
Poor li ttle simple t on l
In the flame r usheth h e ,

L i ttle bee ! L i ttle bee !

No w the flame fli ckers h igh,
In the flame he must di e
War e of the ma i dens then , ,

Sons of men Sons of men !

T O FR A NCIS V . Z
drawn to the Nor th by a golden star ,

Far ewell br other for get me not when I

,
far
To poetr y ever fai thfulabi de ,

A n d never desert that cha rming bri de .

As a pr i celess tr easure pr eserve i n thy breast

T h e German language so fa ir and blest ;
And shouldst thou e e r c ome to the Northern strand
’

0 l i ste n awhi le at that Norther n str and ;

And l i st ti ll thou hearest a ri n gin g r emote
T hat ove r the s ilent waters doth flo a t .

When thi s thou hea rest expec t e r e long

T h e sound of the well known m
,

instrel s song
’
-
.

Then str ike thou in turn thi ne echoing chor d ,

And give me news that may pleasur e afford ;

How matter s wi th thee dear mi nstr el go
, , ,

And wi th the others whom I loved so

And how i t far es wi th the lovely gi rl
Who set so many young hearts i n a whi rl ,

And fille d so many wi th year nings di vi ne

The blossoming r ose on the blossoming R hin e .

A n d give me news of my father land too ,

If sti ll t is the land of affect i on true ;

’

If st ill the old Go d i n Ger many li ves ,

A nd none to the Evi l One homage now gi ves .

 EAR L Y POEMS .

A nd when thy sweet song thus lov i ngly rings ,

A nd joyous stori es wi th i t thus brings
Fa r over the waves to the distant strand ,
The bard wi ll rejo i c e in the far North land .

A P R OL OG U E T O T H E H A R TZ - J OUR NEY .

LL I saw and hear d when t r avelling ,

heart found pleasi ng ,

Al lthat gave me food for cavi lli ng

Al lthat tedi ous was o r teas ing
Solemn jostli ngs wild exci tement
, ,

Both of simpletons and sages ,

Al lshall swell the long i n di ctment

Of my travels i n these page s .

G i ve not t ravels life twi ce over ?

When at home one li ves once only
Wouldst thou nobler ends di scover ,

Thou must leave thy closet lonely .

On the wo r ld s wi de stage each player

’

Is a m i mi c o r a puppet ,

Ri des hi s hobby hi s own way , or

B i ds the other s clamber up i t .

’
If we re laughed at by our ne i ghbour ,
R idi ng in th i s cur i ou s fash i on
Let u s hi mi n tu rn belabour
,

Jcerin g hi mwi thout compass i on .

R ead these tr avels i n the manner

And the sense i n whi ch I mwri ting ;’

’
Each one has h i s fa v r i te banner
U nder wh i ch he fanc i es figh ti ng .

D EFEND NOT .

E FE ND i t not , defend i t not ,

Th i s wr et ched wo r ld below ;
Defend i ts gapi ng people not ,
Who car e for nought but pomp and
Th e te di ous ones , defend them not ,

Who cause u s such ennui

Th e learn e d ones defend them not ,
,
’
In their o e rp o w ri ng pedantry
’
.
16 Ha ms ’
POEMS .

The women too defend them not

, , ,

Though good ones may be there

The best amongst them scor neth not
Th e man she loves not , to ensnar e .

An d then my fr i ends d efend them not —

Coun t not thyself one now

For thou those fri ends re se mbl
es t not ,

No ! fir m and good and true art thou

, , .

A
P A R OD Y .

ND E ED they have wear i ed me greatly ,

(1 made me exceedi ngly sad ,

One half wi th the ir pr o s e so wretched ,

T h e other wi th poetry bad .

’
The ir terri ble di scor d has s ca tter d
Wh at li ttle senses I had ,

One half wi th their pr ose so wr etched ,

The other w i th poetr y bad .

But mongst the whole army of s cri bblers

’
,

T hey most have s t irr d up my bi le

’

Who wri te in ne i ther p r osa i c

Nor true poet ica l style .

W A LK ING F L OWE R S A T B ERL IN .

E S 1 under the l indens , my dear fri end,

T h y yearn in gs may sa ti s fie d be ;
The fai r est of womankind her e , fri end,
’
Al lwal ki ng together , thou lt se e .

How charm ing they look how deli ci ous , ,

In gay si lken gar ments all dr e ss d l ’

A certai n poet judi c i ous

Walki ng flowe rs has named them i n
How very charm i ng each bonnet !
Each Tur ki sh shawl how i t gle ams l ,

Each chee k what a bri gh t glow upon i t 1

,

Each neck how swanli ke i t seems !

,

E V E NING S ONGS .

l
.

IT H OU T any ai m forth I sallied

, ,

And r oa md by the pond o e r the

’ ’
l
ea
’

Th e cha r min g flo wers look d pal

lid ,

And spectre lik e gazed upon me

-
.
 EARL Y PO EMS . 17

U pon me they gazed and to chatter ,

And te ll my dull tale I began ;

They a s k d me wh at was the matt er
’

Wi th me p oor sad looki ng man

,
-
.

Th e truth I vali antly sa i d i t

, ,

No love in the wor ld can I find

And as I have lost all my cr edi t ,
’
Wi th want of cash t is combi n d ’
.

2
D
over the pond are sa i li ng
Two swans a llwhi te as sno w ;
Sweet voi ce s mysteri ous ly wai li ng
Pi erce through me as onward they go .

They sai l along and a ringin g ,

Sweet melody ri ses on hi gh ,

A nd when the swans begi n sin gin g ,

They pr esently must di e .

dare not show i t,

the i r mood ,

For the swan li ke the soul of the poet

, ,

By the dul l wor ld i s illunderstood .

And i n their death hour they waken -

The a ir and br eak i nto song ;

,

And unless my ea r s a r e mi staken

, ,

They si ng now whi le sa ili ng along

,
.

4
HE cloudlets arc lazily sa iling
’
O e r the blue Atlanti c sea ;
And mi d the twi l i ght th e r e hovers
A shadowy o er me figur e
’
.

Full deep i n my soul i t gazes ,

Wi th old time r ecall ing eye

- -
,

Li ke a gli mpse of joys long buri ed ,

And happ i ness long gone by .

F ami liar the vi si on appeareth ,

Meth inks I know i t full well ;

'
T is the much loved shadow of Mary -
,

Wh o on earth no longer doth dwell .

o
 18 Ha m ’

s r oa m
s .

She beckons i n fri en dly si lence ,

And clasps me wi th gentle desp a ir

But I se i ze hold of my glasse s ,

To have a bette r star e 1

S ON N E T S .

1 TO
. A U G U S T US WIL L IA M V ON S CH L E GEL .

HE wor st of worms : the dagger thoughts of doubt

The wor st of poi sons to m i stru st one s power ’

’
These str uggled my li fe s mar r ow to devour ;
I was a shoot who s e pr ops wer e r ooted out
, .

Th ou p i ti ed s t the poor shoot i n that sa d hour ,

And ba d st i t cl i mb thy k indly wo r ds about

’

T o thee gr eat Master owe I thanks devout

, , ,

Should the weak shoot e e r b lossom i nto flower ’

.

’
0 st i ll watch o e r i t as i t grows apa c e , ,

That as a t r ee the gar den i t may gra c e

Of that fai r fay whose favouri te ch i ld thou wer t
, .

My nur se used of that gar den to asser t

That a strange r ing ing wondr ous sweet ther e dwells , , ,

Each flo we r ca n speak each tree wi th musi c swells

, .

2 . T O T H E SA M E .

ONT E NT ED not wi th thi ne own p r oper ty ,

The R hi ne s fair Ni b elung t r easur e thou d i dst ste al,

’
-

T h e wondr ous gi fts the T hames fa r b anks c onceal ,

’

’ ’
The T ag us flo wer s we r e holdy plu ck d by thee ,
T hou mad s t the T i b er many a gem reveal ,
’

The Sei ne pai d t ri bute to t h ine i ndustr y ,

’ ’
Tho u p ie r ce d s t e en to B r ama s san ctuar y ,
’

Pear ls from the Ganges tak ing i n thy zeal .

T hou greedy man I p r ay thee be content

,

Wi th that whi ch seldom unto man i s lent

Instead of adding mor e to spend pr epar e ! ,

And wi th the tr easur es Wh i ch thou wi th s u ch ease

Fr om Nor th and South a ccu st omd wert to se i ze ’

E nr i ch th c scholar and the joyful he i r

20 Ha ms ’
PO EMS .

My qui veri ng li mbs she scans wi th eager eye ,

My tongue protrudi ng as death s hour draws ni gh ,

’

Fr om out my bleedi ng mouth a g h astly si ght ,

—
,

My hear t s wild pant ings hears she wi th delight ;

’

My last death r attle musi c i s the whi le

-

To h e r who stands wi th cold and mo cki n g smi le

,
.

6 . T H E NIGH T WA TCH ON TH E D R A C HE NFE L S .

T O F R ITZ V ON B

WAS mi dn i ght as we scal e d the mounta i n hei ght ,

Th e wood p i le neath the walls the flame s d e vour d

’ ’

And as my joyous comr ades r oun d i t co we r d ’

,
’
T hey sang of Ger many s r enown in figh t .

Her health we dr a nk fr om R hi ne wi ne beakers br i ght ,

The castle sp ir i t on the summi t to wer d

-
’

Dark fo rms of ar m ed kn i ghts ar ound u s lower d ’

And women s mi sty shape s a pp e a r d in si ght

,
’ ’
.

An d fr om the r uins ther e ar ose low moans ,

Owls booted r attlin g sounds wer e heard and groans ;

, ,

A fur i ous nor th wind blu s te r d fitfully ’

Suc h was the ni ght my fri end that I d i d pass

, ,

Ou the h i gh D r a chenf els bu t I alas ,

—
, ,

A wretched cold and c ough took home wi th me !

7 . IN FRITZ S TE INIIA NN S
’
ALBUM .

bad vi ctori ous a r e the good lie low ;

HE ,

Th e myr tles ar e r e pl a w d b y poplars dr

y ,

Thr ough whi c h the eveni ng br eezes loudly s i gh ,

Bri ght flas h es take the pl a c e o f si lent glow .

’
In vai n Parnass u s he i ghts you ll plough and sow
’

Image on image flower on flo we r p i le h i gh

, ,
’
In vai n you ll stru ggle t ill you r e like to di e ,
’

U nl e ss befor e the egg i s lai d you kn ow

, ,
’
How to clu ck cl u ck ; and bulls horn s putt ing on,
-
,

Lear n to wr i te s age cri t i qu es both p r o and con , ,

And you r own t r umpet blow wi th decent pri d e .

“ r i te for the mob not for po ster i ty

’
, ,
’
Let bl uster i ng noi se your poems lever be ,

Y ou ll then be by the publi c d eified

’
.
 ma m PO EM S . 21

8 TO H E R
. .

7 H E flowre ts red and whi te that I hold here,

’

Whi ch blossomd erst from out the heart s’ ’

dee p
Wound ,
Into a lovely nosegay I have bound ,

And o ffer unto thee my mi stress dear ,

.

’
By i ts acceptance be thy b a rd s love crown d 1
’

I cannot fr om thi s earth s scene di sappear ’

T i ll I have left a s i gn of love si n c ere .

R emember me when I my de ath have found .

Yet ne e r O mi stress shalt thou pi ty me ;

’

, ,

My li fe of gri ef was envi able e en ’

For in my heart I bore thee lovingly .

And gr eater bli ss shall soon be mi ne when I ,

Shall as thy guardi an spi ri t watch unseen ,

, ,

Thy heart wi th peaceful greeti ngs sati sfy .

9 G OE TH E S M ONUM E NT A T F R A NK FORT- ON—THE

’
.

M A IN 182 1 . .

OOD Ger man men , mai ds matrons p r ay gi ve ear , ,

Collect subscri bers wi th

the utmost spee d ,

The worthy folk of Frankfort have agreed

T o build a monument to Go ethe her e .

A t fa i r ti me (th i nk they ) this wi llmake i t clear

’
To forei gn trader s that we r e of hi s b r ee d ,
’
That tw a s o ur soil that n urtured such fair se ed ,
”
And then i n trade they lltrust u s wi thout fe ar ’
.

’
0 touch the bard s bri ght wreath of laurel never ,

A nd keep your money in your pockets too

’ ’
T i s Goethe s hi s own monument to ra i se
, .

H e dwelt amongst you i n his i nfant days ,

But half a wor ld now se ve r s hi mfrom you ,

Whom a stream doth from Sachsenhause n sever 1 "

10 D R E S D E N P OE T R Y
. .

T Dresden on the Elbe that handsome c i ty , ,

Whe r e str aw hats verses and c i gars are mad e, , ,

y ve b uilt (i t well may make a s feel afrai d)

’

A musi c club and musi c wa r ehouse p r etty

-
.

A suburb of F ra nkfort . on th e fur h r i d t e s e of t he M ain .

22 POEMS
’
H E INE S .

There meet the gentlemen and ladi es wi tty

Her Kuhn M ss Nost tz
r
*
i ,
i *
adepts at the tr ad e -
,

Spout ver ses calling acti on to thei r a i d

, .

How grand 1 Avaunt ye cr i t i c s mor e s the p i ty 1

,
—
’

Next day the paper tells u s all the fac ts ,

’ ’ ’
B r igh t s r br i ghtness fli e s , Chi ld s t ch i ldi sh ne s s i s
chi ldli ke ,
’
The cr i ti c s su pplement i s mean yet wi ldli ke
di takes the cash as salesm
.

A r n ol " e
an acts ;,

T hen B ottige r * appear s wi th no is e i nfe r nal ,

’
T i s a tr ue oracle , that Eveni n g J ourn a l1

11 B R E
. AD L E SS A RT .

OW soon my povert y would ended be ,

Could I the pen ci l use , and pai nt away ,
The walls of castles pr oud and churches ga y
Ador ni ng wi th my p i ct ures merri ly 1
How soon would wealth r eplace my penur y ,

Could I the fiddle flute and pi ano play , , .

And wi th such elegance per fo r m ea ch day ,

That lor ds and ladi es all applauded me !

But ah 1 i n Mammon s smi les I ne er b ad part ’ ’

,
’
F or I have fol low d th e e alone alas 1 ,

Thee Poet r y most thankless breadless a rt 1

When other s (how I mblushi ng now I ve s ai d i t 1)
, , ,
’ ’
,

Dri nk thei r champagne fr om out a br i mmi ng gla ss ,

I needs must go wi thout or drink on credi t 1 ,

m
G e r an l i tte r a teu r s of ore or l m
e ss note .

I h r i g i na l H ll d K i d we l
l-k nown wri te
It is
1 ’
n t e o e a n n rs
m
, , .

ne cessary to tra nsl ate the na es for the sake of th e pun .

 B OOK OF S ON GS .

P R E P A CE .

HIS i s th eolden fairy wood !

The li nden blossoms smell sweetly ,

The strange mysteri ous li ght of the moon

Enchants my s enses completely .

I onward went and as I went

, ,

A voi ce above me was ri ngi ng

’
Ti s surely the n i ghti ngale s notes that I h e ar ,
’

’ ’
Of love and love s sorrows she s s i n gi ng .

’
She sings of love and love s sorrows as well ,

She si ngs of s mi li ng and achi ng ,

She sadly exults she joyfully sobs ,

,

Forgotte n vi si ons awaki ng .

I onward went and as I went ,

,

I saw before me i yi ng ,

Ou open ground a castle vast

, ,

Wi th gables i n loft iness vyin g .

The windo ws wer e closed and all thi ngs a ppe ar d

,
’

To sti llness and sa dness c onverted ;

It se e md as though s i lent death had his home
’

Wi thi n those walls deserted .

A sphi nx was lyi ng befor e the door ,

P a rt comi cal par t not human ;
,

Its body an d paws a l i on s we r e

’

Wi th the br easts and head of a woman .

A woman fai r ! h e r whi te eyes spoke

Of yearni ngs wi ld but tende r ;
’
Her lips all mute wer e clos ely arch d
, , .

And smi led a s ile nt s urr e nde r .

24 HE ms ’
E PO EMS .

The ni ghtingale so swe etly sang ,

I found i t in vai n to r esi st i t

I ki s s d the beauteous face and ah !
’

, ,

Was rui ned as soon as I kis sed i t .

The marble figur e wi th li fe was filld ’

The stone began si gh ing and groani ng ;

’
She dr ank my k i sses tr emulous glow
Wi th thi rsty and eager moan ing .

She well ni gh drank my breath away ,

And then wi th sensual ar dour

, ,
’
Embraced me wh i le h e r li on s paws pre ss d
,
’

My body har de r and har der .

O bl i ssfultorment and r apt ur ous woe

The pai n li ke the pleasure unbounded !
, ,

For whi le the month s ki sses fille d me wi th joy

’

The paws most fearfully wounded .

The ni gh tin gale sang : O beauteous Sphi nx !

O loved one e xplai n the reason
,

Why all thy r aptur es Wi th pai ns of death

Are mi ngled in cr uel t r eason ?
,

O beauteous S ph i nx ! expla i n to m e

T h e r i ddle so ful
l of wonde r !
I over i t many a thousand year s
”
Have never cease d to ponder .

Y O U T H F UL S OR R O WS .

1817 -2 1 .

I
. VIS IONS .

F love s wild glow I dr eamt i n for mer d ays ,

’

Of mi gnonette fai r locks and myr tle twi n i ng

, , ,

Of li ps so sweet wi th bi tte r wor ds c omb i n i ng

, ,

Of mournful melo di es of mou r nful lays .

’
Those dreams have long been s ca tte r d far and ba ni sh d ’

My dearest vi si on fle d for ever mor e ,

And save the bur n i ng glow I used to pour

,
’
Into my tender numbe r s all i s vanis h d , .
 BOO K or SON GS . 25

Thou l
i ng r es t
’
sti ll desert ed song ! Now go
, , ,

And seek that long lost vi s i on ; shouldst thou m eet it,

-

Ou my behalf i n loving fashi on greet i t

An a ir y breath to that di mshade I blow
,

2 .

D REAM both strange and sad to see

Once startled and del i ghted me ;
The d i smal vi si on haunts me sti ll ,

And in my he a rt doth wi ldly thril l .

Ther e was a gar den wond r ous fai r ,

I fa i n would wander gladly there

The beauteous flowers upon me gazed ,

And h i gh I found my rapture rai sed .

The b irds wer e t wi tte ri ng abo ve

The ir joyous melodi es of love ;
The sun was r ed wi th rays of gold ,

The flowers all lovely to behold .

Sweet fragrance all the herbs e xhale ,

And sweetly softly blows the gale

And all th ings gli sten all thi ngs smile,
,

And show the i r lovel i ness th e whi le .

Ami d that bri ght and flo we ry land

A mar ble fountai n was at hand ,

And ther e I saw a mai den fai r

Washi ng a garment whi te wi th care .

Her cheeks wer e sweet her eyes were mi ld , ,

Fair bair d and sai ntly lo ok d the chi ld

' ’

An d as I gazed she see md to be

,
’

S o strange yet so well kno wn to me

, .

The beauteous girl who mad e a llspee d, ,

A song was hummi ng strange i ndee d ,

Water water qui ckly run

, , ,

Let the washing soon be done .

I went and stood then in her way ,

And whi spe r d gently ’

Pr ythee say ,

Thou ma i den sweet and wondrous fa ir ,

For whom dost thou thi s d r ess p r epa r e

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’
H a nna s .

Then sp ake she q ui ckly : R eady be 1

I mw a shi ng th i ne own shroud for thee 1
’ "

Scar ce h ad h e r l ips these wor ds let fall ,

L i ke foam the vi si on va ni sh d all ’

And st il l entran c ed e r e long I stood

,

W ith in a desert gloomy wood ,

To r each the ski es the br an ches sought ;

I stood amazed and thought and thought
, .

And har k 1 what hollow echo i ng sound

L ike axe-strokes fill s the a ir a r ound

T hrough waste and wood I sp e ed apace ,

U nti l I reach an Open place .

In the green plain befor e me spr ead

A m i ghty oak tr ee re ar d i ts h e ad ; ’

And 10 1 the mai den strange to see , ,

Was felling wi th an axe the tre e .

W i th blow on blow a song she sin gs

U nceasi ng as the axe she s wi ngs
,

Iron glittering i ron b ri ght

, ,

fl e w the oaken chest ari ght .

I went and stood then 111 h e r way ,

’
And whi sper d gently : P ryt hee say
Thou swe et and wondr o us mai den mi ne
,

For whom dost hew the oaken shrine

Then spake she qui ckly : T i me i s sho r t ,

To hew thy co fii n i s my spor t

Scarce had h e r l ips these wor ds let fall ,

L ike foam the vi si on va ni sh d a l l

’
.

Bleak dimwas al
,
l above beneath , ,

Around was barren barr en heath ,

I felt in str ange mysteri ous mood ,

And shudderi ng inwar dly I stood .

And as I r oamd on s ilently

’
,

A whi t i sh st r eak soon c au ght m i ne eye ;

’ ’
I hasten d tow r d i t and when ther e
, ,

Behold , I found the mai den fai r 1

Ou wi de heath stood the snowy mai d ,
’
D i gging the ground wi th sexton s spade
S ca r ce dared I gaze on her ari ght ,

S o fai r yet fear ful was the s i ght .

28 mama s ’
PO EMS .

’
And kh ow st thou who he is ?
Come here and see 1
’

S o S pake the dream god sli ly showi ng me

-
,
'
Wi thi n a mi rr or s fr ame th i s v i si on then .

The man i k in befor e an altar stood

My love besi de hi m both sai d Yes they would
,

, , ,
”
A nd thousand laugh i ng devi ls c ri ed Amen 1

HY st irs and chafes my m a d d e n d blood ?

’

Why burns my heart in fu r i ous mood

My blood fast boi ls and foams and fumes
, ,

And pass i on fie r ce my heart consumes .

My mad blood boi ls i n foaming str eam ,

Because I ve d r eamt an evi l d r eam

’

Ni ght s gloomy son a pp e a r d one day

’ ’

And bor e me i n hi s arms away .

To a br i ght house soon br ought b e me ,

Wher e sounded harp and r evelry ,

And tor ches gle a md and tapers shone

’

The hall I enter ed then alone .

I saw a merry weddi ng feast ,

’
The glad guests r ound the table pr e ss d ;
A nd when the br i dal pai r I sp i ed ,

O woe ! my mi st r ess was the br i de .

Ther e was my love and str ange to say

A str anger cla imd h e r hand to day
, ,
’
-
.

Then close behi nd h er chai r of honour

I si lent stood and gazed upon h e r .

The musi c sounded sti ll I stood ;—

Thei r joy bu t s we lld my mournf ulmood ;

’

’
The b ri de she lo ok d so h i ghly blest ,

H e r hand the whi le the bri degroom pr e s s d

’

The br i deg r oom next fil ld full h i s cup

’

And fr om i t dr a nk then gave i t up

,

Unto the br i de ; she sm i led a thank

’
O woe 1 my r ed blood twas she drank .

The bri de a r osy apple took

And gave i t h imw i th sm i li n g look ;
,

H e took hi s kni fe and cut a part

,

O woe ! i t was i ndeed my heart .

 BOO K OF SO N GS . 29

They lovingly eac h other eyed ,

’
The bri degroom boldly clas p d the bri de ,

And ki ssed h e r on h e r cheeks so red ;

O woe ! cold death ki ss d me i nst ead
’
.

L i ke lead my ton gue wi thi n me la y ,

Vainly I str ove one word to say

A no i se was heard the dance began
,
—
,

The br i dal pai r were in the van .

Whi lst I stood r ooted to the ground ,

’
The dancers ni mbly wh ir ld around ;
The bri degroom spoke a whi spe r d wo r d ’

’
She blus h d well pleased wi th what she hea rd
. .

6 .

N bli ssful dream in si lent ni ght,

,

There came to me wi th magi c mi ght , ,

Wi th mag ic mi ght my o wn s weet love

, ,

Into my li ttle room above .

I gaz e d upon the da rl ing ch i ld ,

I gazed and she a l lgently smiled

-

An d sm
, ,

i led unt i l my heart s we l

ld h igh
’

When stormli ke dar i ng words bre a th d I ’

Take take thou ever yt hi ng that s mi ne

,
’

My All w ill I to thee resi gn ,

If I may be thy paramour

From mi dni ght till the morni ng hour .

T hen on me gazed the beaute ous ma id ,

Wi th looks that i nwar d strif e be tr a y d ’

,

S o sweet so sad whi le thus she sa i d :

, ,
”
Gi ve me thy hope of heaven i nstead 1
My li fe so sweet my youth ful blood
, ,

I ll g ive wi th cheerful joyous mood

’

For thee O ma i den angel fai r

,
-
,
” ’
But hope of heaven her eafter ne er 1 —

My d ar ing spee ch fiow d r e a dily ’

Yet ever fai re r blo sso md she ’

A n d st ill the beaute o us mai den sa i d

”
G ive me thy hope of heaven instead 1
 H a nna s Po
’
m .

The se words fell on me heavily ,

Then rush d like some fier ce flowi ng sea

’
, ,
’
Down to my S pi ri t s de pth most deep ,

I s carce had power my breath to keep .

There c a me a band of angels whi te ,

Grac ed wi th a golden halo br i ght ,

But wi ldly follo w d i n thei r trac k

’

They wr estled wi th the a ngels whi te ,

And drove away those a ngels bri ght ,

And then the gloomy squadron too

Fain had I di ed of r ap ture there ,

My arms upheld my ma i den fair ;

She nestled near me l i ke a r oe ,

But a lso wept wi th b i tter woe .

Swee t mai den wept well knew I why ,

H e r r osy mouth to peace ki ss d I

’

0 st i l l swe et love that tearful flood

, , ,

Sur r ender to my lovi ng mood !

Sur r ender to my lovi ng mood !
When s udden fr oze to i c e my blood ;
The ear th benea th me gr o a n d and s igh d ’ ’

A yawni ng chasm ope n d wi de ’

.

’
A n d fr om the c hasm sgloomy veil
Ro se the black tr oop , swee t love turu d pa le ; ’
—

My arms wer e of sweet love ber eft ,

And I i n solitu de was left .

The gloomy troop ar ound me danced

In won dr ous c ir cle then advanced
, ,

And se i z ed and b or e me to the ground ,

While s cornful la ughte r r ose around .

And still the ci r cle narrower grew

And ever h ummd the fe arful crew
,
’

’
T h y hope of heaven was p l ed g d by thee ,
’ ”
T h ou r t our s for al
l eterni ty 1
 s oon or sos es . 31

7 .

H OU now hast the money why longer delay ,

—

T hou dar k scowl ing fellow why li nge rin g sta y ,

I si t in my chamber and pat iently wai t ,

And m
,

i dni ght is near but the bri de i s sti ll l

,
ate .

Fr om the chur c hyard th e shudderi ng br eezes ari se

Y e b r eezes 0 say has my b r i de met your eyes
, ,

Pale demons come r ound me and ha rd on me press , ,

Make curtsi es wi th gri n ni ng and nod thei r 0 yes ! ,

Qui ck te ll me the message you r e co mi ng about

,
’

,
’
Black vi llai n in li v ry of fir e tr i ck d out !
,
’

My mis tre ss sends wor d that she soon will be here

’
In a ca r drawn by d r ago ns she ll shortly appea r .

Dear grey li ttle man say what would st thou to -day

, ,
’

’
Dead maste r of m in e wha t s thy busi ness pray ?
, ,

H e gazes upon me w i th mute mournful m i en ,

S h akes hi s head tur ns away and no longer i s s een

, ,
.

H ista il wags the shaggy old dog and he whi nes ;

All bri ghtly the eye of the black tomcat shi nes
,

The women are howl ing wi th long flo wi ng hai r ,

Wh y sings my old nur se my old cradle song there -

Old nurse stops at home to h e r song to attend, ,

The e iapopei a i s long at an end ;

T o d ay I a mkeepin g my gay w eddi ng feast ;
Only watch the arri val of each gallant guest !
Only watch them ! Good s irs how poli te i s your band ! ,

Y e carry your heads ste ad of bats i n your hand

’

, ,

W i th your clatteri ng bones and like g a llows birds ,

-

’
dr ess d,
Wh y arri ve here so late when the wind
,
is at rest
Th e old wi tch on h e r b roomsti ck comes gallop ing on
Ah , bless me, good mothe r , I m really thy so n
’
.

1h e mouth 1n h e r pale face beginni ng to twi tch,

'

For ever, amen , soon r epli es the old wi tc h .

'

Twelve wi th e r d mus i cians come creep i ng along ,

The limpin g bl i nd fiddle r is seen i n the throng

J a ckp uddi n g d re ss d out in h i s motley array
’

On th e gravedi gger s back i s gri mac ing away

'
.
32 H EINE s POEMS .

Wi th dancing twelve nuns from the convent advanc e ,

The leeri ng old pr ocur ess leadi ng the dance

Twelve merry youn g pr i ests follow close in thei r train,
And si ng their lewd songs in a church goi ng str ai n -
.

l you re black in the face good old cloth e s m

T il ’ ’
an don t , ,

yell.
Your fur coat Wi ll nothi ng avai l you i n hell
-

’
T i s heated for nought all the year wi th odd th i ngs ,
’
Stead of wood wi th the bones of dead beggars and
,

ki ngs .

The girls wi th the flowe r s see md h un ch back d and bent ’ ’

T umb lin g head over heels in the room as they went ;

Wi th your fac es l ike owls and a grasshopper s leg ,
’

That ra ttli ng of bones di scont inue I beg ,

.

lh esquadrons of hell allappear in the i r shrouds

‘
,

And bustle and bustle i n fa st swelli ng cr owds —

The waltz of damnat i on r esounds in the e a r ,

Hush hush ! my sweet love i s at length d rawin g near

, .

Now, rabble be qui et get you away 1

, , or

I scar cely can hear e en one wor d that I say ;

’

’
Har k ! Is t not the sound of a c har i ot at hand
Qui ck open the door ! Why thus lo i te r i ng stand ?
,

Thou a r t welcome my dar ling ! how goes i t my sweet

, ,

You r e wel c ome good parson 1 stand up I e ntr ea t l

’
, ,

Good parson wi th hoof of a hor se and wi th ta i l ,

I myour duti ful se rvant and wi sh you all hai l 1

,
’

’
Dear bri de whe r efore stand st thou so pale and so
,

d umb ?
Th e par son to jo i n u s to gether has c ome
F ull dear dear as blood i s the fee I must pay
, , ,
’
And yet to possess thee i s mer ely ch i ld s play .

K nee] down my sweet bri de by my s i de prythee kneel

, ,

She kneels and sh e si nks O what r apture I feel ! ,

—

She si nks on my heart on my fast heavin g br east ; ,

-

’
W ith shudderin g pleasur e I hold h er close pre ss d .

L i ke bi llows h e r golden locks cir cle the pai r ,

Ga i nst my hear t b eats the heart of the mai den so fai r

’

They beat wi th a un i on of sor r ow and love ,

And soar to the r eg i ons of heaven above

 BOOK or SO NGS . 33

Wh i le our hearts a r e thus flo a ti ng in r apture s wi de ’

In God s holy realms all un tr a m me lld and fr ee

’ ’

, ,

On our heads as a te r ri ble si gn and a b rand

, ,

H a s hell i n der i s i on i mposed h e r gri m hand .

In p rop r i a p er s ond the dark son of n i ght

’

As pa r son besto ws the p r i est s bless ing to n i ght -

F r om a bloody book br eathes he the fo r mula terse ,

Each pr ayer execr at i on each bless ing a cur se , .

A cr ash ing a nd h i ss ing and howl ing i s heard ,

L ike roll ing of thu de r l ike waves wildly s ti rr d ;

n
,
r
’

When sudden a blui sh t inged l i ght br i ghtly fla mes,

-

”
For ever a men 1 the old mother excla ims
, .

CA M E fr om the house of my m i str ess dear ,

’
And wa n de r d half fr enz i ed i n m i dni ght fear
, , ,

And when o er the chur chyard I mo urnfully t r od

’

In solemn s ilence the g raves se e md to nod ’

.

The mus i cian s old tombstone s e e md nodd ing to be

’ ’

T i s th e fli cke r in g li ght of the moon that I see

’
.
‘

The r e s a wh i sper Dear br other I soon shall be here !

’

Then a mi sty p ale form fr om the tomb doth appear .

The m us i ci an i t was who arose i n the gloom ,

And p cr ch d h imself hi gh on the top of the tomb ;

’

The cho r ds of h is lute he str uck wi th good wi ll

And sang wi th a voi ce r i ght hollow and sh r i ll
A h know ye st i ll the olden song
, ,

That th r illd the br east wi th passi on st r ong

’

Y e cho r ds so dull and unmovi ng

The angels they call i t the joys of heaven ,

T h e dev i ls they ca l l i t hell s to rments even ’

,
”
And mor tals they call i t lov ing 1 —

T h e last wo r d s sound had s car cely d i ed

’

When all the graves the ir mouths ope n d wi de ’

Many a i r y figur e s step for war d and each ,

The mus i c i an d r aws near wh i le in chor us they sc r eech

,

Love 0 love thy wond r ous mi ght

, ,

B rought u s to th i s dr eary pl i ght ,

Closed o ur eyes i n endless n i ght ,

To di stur b us why deli ght

34 H a nna s
’
P OEMS .

Thus howl t hey confus ed ly h i ssing and groani ng ,

Wi th r oar i ng and s i gh ing and cr ashi ng and moaning '

The mad tr oop the musi ci an surr ound as befor e ,

And the chor ds the musi ci an strik es wi ldly once more

Bravo ! br avo ! How absurd
Welco me to ye 1
Plai nly knew y e
That I spake the mag i c wo r d !
A s we pass the l i velong year
Still as m i c e i n pr i son drear ,

Let s to day b e fu ll of chee r !

’
-

F i rst though pleas e

, ,

See that no one else i s her e ;

Fools wer e we as long as l i v i ng ,

To love s maddenin g passi on gi vi ng

’

Allour ma d de n d ener gi es
’
.

Let by way of r e cr eat i on

, ,

E ac h one g i ve a tr ue nar r at i on
Of h i s fo r mer h i stor y ,
’
How d e vo ur d ,

H ow
’ ’
o e r owe r
p d
’
In love s fr anti c cha se was he .

Then as l i ght as the a i r fr om the ci r cle there

A wi z e n d th in be ing who h ummi ngly spoke
’

A t ai lor was I by p r ofe ss i on

W i th needle a n d Wi th shear s
None made a b ette r i mpr essi on
Wi th nee dle and wi th shear s .

T hen came my maste r s daughter

’

Wi th needle and w i th shears ,

And pi e r ced my sor r owi ng bosom
”
Wi th needle and wi th shear s .

In ri ght merr y chor us the sp i r i ts then laughed

’
In s olemn si lence a second stepp d aft
G r eat R i naldo R inal di n i ,
S chin d er h a nn o , O r lan di n i,
And Char les Moor especi ally,
Wer e my patter ns made by me .
36 Ha ms ’
POEMS .

From the wi ndow she oft to me tenderly be ckon d ’

,
’
That flowe r of flo wers my li fe s only l ight ; ,
’
Yet that flower of flowe rs was pluck d i n a second
B y a stupi d old blockhea d an opulent Wi ght
,
, .

Then cur sed I all women and rogue s of h i gh stati on ,

And m i ngled some poi sonous herbs i n my wi ne ,

And held wi th old Death a jo l l

i fic a ti on ,

Wh i le he sa i d Your goo d health ! from thi s

‘

’ ’
moment you r e mi ne 1
’
In ri ght merry chor us the spi ri ts then la ugh d ;
A fif th wi th a rope r ound hi s neck next s te pp d aft
, ,
’

'

boasted and br a gg d a count over h i s wi ne

T he r e , ,

Of hi sdaughte r so fa i r and h i s jewels so fi ne

, .

What care 1 Sir Co u nt fo r th y jewels so fin e ?

Fa r rather would I that thy daughte r wer e m
, ,

i ne !

Tis
’
t rue under bar lock and key they both lay
, , ,

And the Count many servants r e tai n d i n h i s pay ’

What cared I for s er vants for bar loc k o r key , , ,

Up the ri mg e of the ladder I mounted wi th glee .

To my m i stress s wi ndow I climb d wi th good cheer

’ ’

Where c ur ses beneath me sal u ted my ea r .

Stop stop my fin e fellow ! I too must be ther e

, , ,

I ml i kewi se i n love wi th the jewels so fai r

' ’
.

m
'

T hus jested the Count , wh i le he grappled e ti h t

g
Hi s s ervants came r ound me wi th shouts of deli ght .

Pooh , nonsense, you r ascals 1 No r obber a mI, ‘

’
I but c ame for my mi stress ti s r eally no lie
—
’
.

In vai n was my talki ng i n vain what I sa id , ,

the r ope threw i t over my h ead

T hey got r eady ,

And the S i m when he r ose wi th amazement e x treme

,

, ,

Fo und me hang i ng alas fr om the gallows hi gh

, ,
’

beam 1 ”

In r i ght merr y c hor us the spir i ts then la ugh d ; ’

A s ixth wi th h i s head in hi s hand next s te pp d aft ;

, ,
’

L ove s torments made me seek the c haos

’

R i fle i n hand I r o amd apace

’
, .

Do wn from the t r ee w i th hollow s cofi ,

’
,

The r aven c r i ed : head 0 3 1 head off 1 ’

 B OO K or sos e s. 37

0, could I only see a dove ,

’
I d take i t home for my sweet love !
Thus though t I and mi dst bush and tre e,
'

Wi th S por tsman s eye sought carefully .

What bi lling s that ? What gentle cooing ?

’

It sounds like turtle doves soft woo ing ’

.

I stole up sl ily cock d my gun, ,

’

And 10 my o wn sweet love was one 1

, ,

It was i ndee d my dove my br i de ; ,

’
A stranger cla sp d h er wai st wi th pri de .

Old gu n now let thy a imbe good 1

,

The str anger we lte r d i n h is bloo d ’

.

Soon through the wood I had to pass ,

W i th hangmen by my si de alas ! ,

Down fr om the t r ee wi th b i tter scoff , ,

The raven cr i ed : he ad o ii 1 head off 1

' ’
- —

In ri ght merr y chor us the spiri ts then laughed ;

A t le ngth the m us i c i a n i n pe r son s te pp d aft
’

I ve sung my o wn song fri ends demurely

’
, , ,

That c harmi ng song s at an end ;

When the heart i s on c e broken why surely ,
”
The song may homewar d wend 1
Then began the wi ld laughte r st i ll louder to sound ,

And the pale spectr al tr 0 0 p in a c ircle swept r ound .

From the ne i ghbouri ng church tow r the str oke of -

’

”
One 1 fell ,
’
And th e sp i ri ts rush d back to the i r graves wi th a yell .

9
WAS asleep and calmly slept , ,
’
Al l pai n and gri ef a l
la
yd; ’
A won drous v i si on o er me c r ept ,

Ther e came a lovely mai d .

As pale as marble was h e r face ,

And 0 so passing fa ir l
, ,

Her eyes they swam wi th pear l like grace -

,

And st r angely waved h e r ha ir .

And softly softly moved he r foot

,

T h e pale as ma rble ma i d ;
- -

And on my heart he r self she put,

The pale as marble ma id
- - .
38 PO EMS
’
H a nna s .

’
How shoc k and thr obb d, half sad half blest , .

My heart whi ch hotly bur n d !

,
’

But ne i ther shook n or t h r obb d her breast ’

Whi ch into i ce se e md tur u d ’ ’

.

It nei ther shakes n or thr obs, my br east,

And i t i s i cy c old ;
'

And yet I kn ow love s year ni ng blest

’

,
’
Love s mi ghty po w r of old ’
.

No colour s on my li ps and cheek,

’

No blood my ve i ns doth swell ;

But start not thus to hear me speak
, ,
”
I love th e e 1o ve th ee well 1
, .

And wilde r sti ll embraced she me ,

And I was s or e afr ai d ;
’
Then crow d th e co ck strai ght vani sh d
,
—
’
sh e ,
Th e p a le as-mar ble ma ifl
-
.

10 .

OFT have pale spectr es be for e now

Conjur ed wi th magi calm i ght ;
They r efuse to r etur n any mor e now
To their for mer dwell i ng of ni ght .

The wor d that commands thei r su bmi ssi on

I for got i n my ter r or a nd fear ;
My o wn sp ir i ts now seek my per di ti on ,

Wi th i n thei r pri son house drear -

.

Dar k demons appr oach not a finge r !

,

Away n or to to rment gi ve bir th !

,

Full many a joy st i ll ma y l i nge r

In the roseate l
i ght of thi s ea rth .

I needs must be evermor e stri vi ng

To r each the flo we r so fair ;
0 what we r e the u se of my li vi ng
,
’
If I may cheri sh her ne er
To my glowi ng hear t fai n would I pre ss h e r ,
Wo uld clasp her fo r once to my br east ,
Ou h e r l i ps and h e r cheeks once c ar ess her ,

Wi th sweetest of tor ments be blest .

 BOOK OF SO NGS . 39

If once fr o mh e r mouth I could hear i t ,

C o uld hear o n e fond whi sper bes to w d ’

I would follow th e e beckoni ng Sp i ri t , ,

’
Yea e en to thy darksome abode
, .

Th esp iri ts have he ard and draw ni gh me , ,

And nod wi th te r ri cle glee

Sweet love Wi th an answer supply me ,
,

Sweet love J lovest thou me ?.

2 . SONGS .

1 .

VE R Y mornin g ri se I, cryi ng
Comes my lov e to - day ?
Then si nk down at eveni ng , si ghi ng
She is sti ll away !
Sleepless and oppress d wi th sorrow ’

All ni ght long I l

ie
D r eami ng half asleep the morrow
,

Sadly wander I .

2 .

M dri ven hi ther

’
th i ther along !a nd

But yet a few hours I shall see her agai n , ,

Her self the most fair of the fai r mai den trai n
,
-

True heart what means thy throbbi ng so str on g ?

,

The hour s are only a slothful race !

L az ily they move e a c h da y ,

And wi th yawn i ng go the i r way

Hasten on ye slothful race !
,

Wild ragi ng eage rne s s thr ills me i ndeed ;

-

Never in love have the hours de lighted ;

So in a cruel bond strangely un i ted
, ,

Sli ly deri de they the lovers w i ld spee d ’

.

3.

Ynought but so rr ow attended ,

I wa n de r d under the trees ;

’

T h at olden vi s i on descended .

And s tole to my heart by degree s .

40 PO E MS
’

H E INE S .

Who taught you the wo r d ye a r e singin g ,

Y e b i r ds i n the br an c hes on h i gh
0 hush 1 when my h rt hear s i t r i n gin g
ea

It makes i t mor e mour nfully si gh .

A fair young mai den twas taught i t ’

,
“

Who c ame her e and s a ng l ike a bi rd

,

An d so we b ir ds eas i ly caught i t ,
”
That pr etty golden wor d , .

No mor e shall th i s stor y decei ve m e ,

Y e bir ds so wondr ously sly

,

Oi my sorr ow ye fa i n would b e r eave me ,

On your fri endshi p I cannot rely .

4
.

WEET love lay thy hand on my heart and tell

, ,

If thou hear est the kno c ks in that narrow cell

Ther e dwells ther e a car pente r cunni ng i s h e , ,

And sli ly he s hewing a c o ffi n for me

’
.

H e hammer s and knoc ks by day and by n i ght ,

My slumbe r already has b a ni sh d outr i ght ’

Oh Master Car pente r p r ythee m ake haste

, , ,

That I some slumber at length may taste .

5 .

E A U T E OU S cr adle of my s o rrow ,

Beauteous grave of a llmy pe a ce ,

Beauteous town we p a rt to morr ow

.
-
,

Far e th e e well o u r t i es must cea se l

,

Fare thee wel l thou threshold holy

, ,

Wher e my loved one sets h e r feet !

Fare thee well tho u spot so holy
, ,

Wher e we c han ced at firs t to meet !

Would that we had been for ever
Str angers queen of hear ts so fa i r !
,
’
T hen i t would have happen d neve r
T hat I mdr i ven to despair
’
.

Ne er to sti r thy bosom thought I

’

F o r thy love I neve r p ra y d

S i lently to li ve bu t sought 1
Wher e thy br eath i ts balm c o nvoy d
'

.
 B OO K OF S ON GS . 41

Yet thou sp u rn s t me i n my sadness

’

B i tter wo r ds thy mouth doth sp ea k ,

In my senses r i ots madness ,

And my heart i s fai nt and weak

And my l imbs i n wandering s drear y ,
,

Sadly dra g I fu11 of gloom

iea d all wear y
,

T i ll I lay my l
In a chi lly di stant tomb .

6 .

A T IENCE, sur ly p i lot shor tly ,

To the port I ll follo w yo u ; ’

From two m a i dens I mdepart ing ’

Fr om my love and Eu r ope too .

’
Blood spri ng from m i ne eyes gi n runn in g
-
, ,

Blood spr i ng fr om my bo dy flo w
-
, ,

8 0 that I then wi th my hot blood

, ,

May wri te down my tale of woe .

Ah my b ody wher efor e shudde r

, ,

Thus t o day my blood to see

- ?

Many years befor e thee stand ing

Pale heart bleeding saw e t thou me !
,
—
,
’

Kn o wst thou sti ll the olden stor y

’

Of the snake i n Pa r ad i se ,

Who a cursed apple gi vin g

, ,

Caused ou r parents endless s i ghs

Apples b r ought all evi ls on u s ,

Death through Eve by apples came ;

Flames on T r oy were b r ought by Eri s
Both thou broughtest death and flame 1 ,

7 .

ILL and castle fair are glancing

’
O er the clear and glassy R hi ne ,

And my bark 1s ga i ly dan cing

In the sunl i ght all d ivi ne .

Ou the golden waters b r eaki ng ,

Sport ively my calm eyes rest

,

Gently are the feel ings wa king

That I no ur i sh d i n my b r east ’
.
42 mam s a
’
POEMS .

With a fond and ki ndly gr eeting ,

Lure me those deep water s bri ght ,

Yet I know the ir smoothness ch e at ing

Hi des benea th i t death and ni ght .

J oy above below des t ru c ti on

, ,

T h o u rt my loved one s image stream !

’ ’
~

Bli s sfuli s h e r smile s sed u cti on

’

Ki nd and gentle can sh e seem .

8 .

IR S Tmethought in my a fl i cti on ,

I c an never s tand the blow

Yet I di d strange contradi cti on !
—

H o w I di d ne er seek to know
’
.
,

9 .

ITH r o se and cyp r ess and tin sel gay ,

I fai n would ador n i n a charmi ng way

T hi s book as tho u gh a cofiin i t wer e
, ,

And i n i t my olden songs i nte r .

0 could I but bury love als o there 1

,
’
Ou love s grave grows r est s flo we re t fai r
’

'
Ti s ther e ti s p l u ck d i n i t s swe etest bloom
’ ’

For me t wil l not blossom till i n my tomb

’

Here now are the songs that for merly rose ,

As wild as the lava from E tna that flo ws ,

F r om out the depths of my fe elin gs true ,

And gli tte r i ng spar ks around them threw !

L ike corpses now lie they allsi lent and dumb , ,
’
And c old and palli d as mi st they ve become ;
But the olden glow the ir r evi val wi ll bri ng
When the sp i ri t of love waves o e r them i ts wi ng ’

In my heart a presenti ment loudly cri es

T h e S p i ri t of love wil l over them ri se
Th i s boo k wi ll here afte r c ome to thy hand ,

My sweetest love i n a di stant land

,
.

T hen the spell on my song at an end wi ll be,

T h e p a lli d lette r s wi ll gaze on thee
Implor i ngly gaze on thy bea u teous eyes
,

And wh i spe r wi th sa dness and lov ing si gh s .

44 H E INE S PO EM S .

3 . T H E T WO B R OT H ER S .

N the mo u nta in summi t dar kl ing

L i es the castle y ei l d i n n i ght ; ,
’

L i ghts a r e i n the valley spar kling ,

Clash i ng swor ds a re gleami ng br i ght .

’
B r othe r s ti s who i n fie r ce duel
,
’
F i ght wi th wr ath to f ur y fan u d ;
,

Tell me why these br other s cr u el

Stri ve th u s madly swo r d in hand ? ,

By the eyes of Countess Laur a

'

Wer e they thus in str i fe a rr a y d

Both wi th glowi n g love ador e h e r ,

H e r the noble b eau teous ma i d

, , .

U nto whi ch now of the br othe r s

Is h e r hea r t the most i n cl ined
She her se cr et feel ings smother s ,

Out then swor d the t r uth to fin d 1

, , ,

And they figh t wi th r a ge despair ing ,

Blows e xchange wi th savage m i ght ;

T ake good heed ye gallan ts da r i ng, ,

M i s c hi ef walk s abr oad by n i ght .

Woe O woe ye br other s cr uel !

, ,
’
Woe O woe thou vale a bh or r d !
, ,

Both fall vi c ti ms i n the d u el ,

’
Fall in g on ea c h othe r s swor d .

R ac es a r e to dust conver ted ,

Many c entur i es have flo wn ,

And the c astle now deser ted , ,

Sadly from the mou nt looks do wn .

But at ni ght ti me in the valley

-

Wondrous for ms appear agai n

A t the st r oke of twelve fort h sally ,

To the figh t the b r others twain .

4 P OOR P E T E R
. .

HILE Hans and Gr e tte la r e dancing wi th

An d ea ch of them loudly rejo i ces ,

Poo r Peter looks as pale as c a n b e ,

An d pe r fec tly m u te h is voi c e i s .

 B OOK or SO NGS . 45

Whi le Hans and Gre tte lare

b r i degroom and bri de ,

And gl i tter in smar t ostentati on ,

Poor Peter must st il li n h i s wo r ki ng dres s bi de ,

And bi tes hi s nai ls wi th vexati on .

Then softly Peter sai d to h i mself ,

As he gazed on the couple sadly

Ah had I not been such a sensi ble elf
, ,

It h a d far ed wi th my l ife but ba dly l

there si ts a woe
br east to sever ;
Wh ere er I stand whe r e er I go
’

,
’

It dri ves me onwar d ever .

’
It makes me to w r d my loved one fly ,

As i f she could r estor e me

Yet when I gaze upon her eye ,

My sor rows ri se b efor e me .

I c lambe r up the mountai n now ,

In lonel y so r r ow cr eep i ng ,

And standi ng s ilent on i ts brow ,

”
I cannot cease fr om weeping .

III .

OOR PETE R slowly totter s by ,

Pale as a cor pse and ste althi ly ; ,

T h e ve r y people i n the st r eet

Stand st ill when h i s sad form they meet
,
.

The maidens whi sp e r d as they p i ti ed ’

The g r ave he has th i s moment qu i tted .

Ah no my dear young mai dens fai r

, ,
’
He s j u st about to lie down ther e 1
As he i s of h i s love be r eft ,

The g rave s the best place that i s left

’

Wher e b e his a ch ing hear t may la y ,

And sleep u n t il the J ud gme nt Day .

T H E P R IS ONE R S S ONG
’
5 . .

HE N be wi tch d
’
my grandmother once had a poo r
g ir l ,

Th e mob would have bur nt h er qui te r ead ily

Bu t tho u gh fie r ce l
y the jud ge h i s musta ch i os m i ght twi rl ,

She r efus ed to c onfess h e r c rime s tead ily .

46 Ha ms ’
POE MS .

And when i n the ca ldr on they held her fast ,

’
She shouted and ye lld l ike a cr aven ;
But when the bla ck vapour ar ose she at last ,

Fle w up in the a ir as a r aven .

My black and feather y grandmother dear ,

0 vi s i t me soon in thi s towe r !

Qui ck fly thr ou gh th e grat ing and come to me h ere
, , ,

And bri ng me some cakes to devour 1

My black and feather y gr an dmother dea r ,

O p r ythee p r ote c t me fr om sor r ow 1

Fo r my a u nt wi ll be p i ck i ng my eyes out I fear , ,

When I merr i ly soar hence t o morrow —

.

6 . THE GRE NA D IE R S .

W0 grenadi er s tr a ve l
ld t o w r d s
France one day
’ ’

Ou leav i ng their pr i son i n R ussi a ,

And sadly they hung their heads in di smay

’
When they r ea ch d the fr onti ers of Pr ussi a .

For ther e they firs t hear d the s tor y of woe ,

That F r ance had utterly p e r i s h d ’

The grand ar my had met wi th an over thr ow ,

They had captur ed the i r Emper o r ch er i sh d ’

.

T henboth of the gr enad i ers wept full sor e

Athear ing the ter ri ble story ;
And one of them sai d : Alas ! once mor e
”
My wounds are bleeding and gor y .

Th eother one sa i d : T h e game s at an end ’

Wi th thee I would die r i ght gladly ,

But I ve w ife and ch ild whom at home I should tend ,

’
,

For wi thout me they l l far e but badly

’
.

What matte r s my ch i ld what matters my wi fe

,

A heavi er c ar e has ar i se n ;
’
Let them beg i f they r e hungry all their lif e
, , ,

My Emper or si ghs i n a pr i son !

Dear br other pr ay grant me thi s one last prayer
,

If my hou r s I now must n umbe r ,

0 take my corpse to my count r y fai r ,

That there i t may peacefully sl umber .

 B OO K or SO N GS . 47

The leg ion of honour wi th ri bbon red , ,

U pon my bosom place thou ,

And put i n my hand my musket d read ,

And my swor d around me brace thou .

And so i n my grave wi ll I s i lently lie ,

And watch li ke a guard o e r the for ces ’

U nti l the roar ing of cannon hear I ,

A n d the t r ampli ng of ne i gh i ng horses .

My Emperor then w i ll r i de over my grave ,

Whi le the swor ds gli tte r br ightly and rattle

Then armed to the teeth wi ll I ri se from the grave ,
”
For my Empero r bastin g to battle 1

7 . TH E M ESS AGE .

OODse rvant ! u p and saddle qui ck , ,

And leap upon thy s teed ,

’
And to Ki ng Dun c an s castle then
Through plai n and fo r est sp eed .

Into the stable cr eep and wa i t , ,

’
T i ll by the helper spi ed
’
Then say : Of Dun can s daughter s whi ch ,

Has just become a bri de

’ ”
And if he says The br orwn one ti s ,
The news bri ng qui ckly home ;
’
But i f he says : The fair one ti s ,

More slowly thou mayst come .

Then go to the rope make r s sh op

’

And buy a r ope for me ;

And ri d ing slowly b r ing i t he r e , ,

And mute and s ilent be ..

8 . TA K ING T H E BR ID E H OM E .

’
L L go not alone my sweetheart dear !
,

W i th me thou must go now

To the cheery old and c osy room
, ,

In the drear y c old abod e of gloom ,

Whe r e at the door my mothe r keeps

’
An d fo r h e r son s return looks hard .
 mama s ’
roa m s .

Away fr om me thou gloomy man ! ,

Wh o bi d thee c ome h i ther

’
Thy hand s l ik e i ce thi ne eye glows bri ght
, ,

T h y b r eath i s bur n i ng thy cheek i s wh i te ;

,

But I wo u ld r ather my t ime beguile

Wi th smellof r oses and sun s sweet smi le ’
.

The r oses may smell and the sun may sh ine , ,

My dar lin g sweetheart 1

Th r o w? thy spr eadi ng whi te vei l thy figur e around ,

Make the chor ds of the e choi ng lyr e r esound ,

And si ng a weddin g song to me ;

The n i gh t wi nd pi pes the melody
—
.

9 . D ON R A M IR O .

ONNA CL AR A ! Donn a Clara !

Th r ough long yea r s the hotly loved —

T hou hast w i ll d now my destr ucti on

’

Willd i t too wi tho u t co mpassion

’

.
, ,

Donna Clar a ! Donn a Clara !

Ver y sweet the g ift of li fe i s !
But beneath us all i s fearful ,

In the tomb so dar k and chi lly .

Donna Cl ar a jo y ! to morr ow
,
—

Will Fernando at the altar

As hi s wedded b r ide sal u te th e e ,

Wilt thou ask me to the wedding ?

Don R am i r o 1 Don Rami ro !
B i tte rly thy wor ds a re soundi ng ,
’
Bi tt r e r than yo u star s de cr ee i s
’

S co fii ng at my hear t s own wi shes

’
.

Don R ami ro ! Don R amiro !

Shake thy gloomy sadness from thee
On the ea r th a r e many mai dens ,

But by God have we been parted .

Don R ami ro who so bravely ,

’

Many Moor s hast o ve r po we r d ,

Overpower now thyself too ,

”
Come to morr ow to my wedd i ng
—
.
 BOOK OF SON GS . 49

D onn a Clara ! Donna Clara !

’
Yes I swear i t, yes , I ll come there !
,

And the dance wi lllead o ff wi th thee ;

’ ”
So g ood ni ght , I ll come to mor r ow
-
.

”
So goo d ni ght 1 — The wi ndo w rattled ;
S i ghi ng stood belo w R ami r o ,
’
Seemi ng t uru d to stone long stood he
’
Then he va ni sh d i n the darkness .

’
Lastly after le ngth e n d confli ct
, ,

Ni gh t to day i n turn s urr e nde r d ;

’

L i ke a b loomi ng fl owery gar den

L i es extended fai r Toledo .

Palaces and splend i d bui ldin gs

Gli tter i n the radi ant su nli ght ,
’
And the chur ches domes so lofty
Gli sten p r oudly as though gi lded
, .

Hummi n g li ke a busy beehi ve ,

Me r ri ly the bells are sounding ;

Sweetly r i se the solemn p salm tun es -

F rom the God devoted churches

—
.

But look yonder ! but look yonder !

Wher e fr om out the market c hapel ,

M idst the heavi ng c r owd and uproar ,

St r ea ms th e throng i n ch eq uer d masses ’

.

G litte r i ng kni ghts and stately la di es

In gay c ourtly dresses spa rkle ,

And the clear toned bells ar e ringing

-

And th e organ peals between times

,

But wi th rever ence saluted ,

In the people s m i dst a r e walki ng

’

Nobly clad the youthful couple

, ,

Donn a Clara Don Fernando

,
.

’
To the bri de groom s palace entrance
Slowly moves the gay p r ocessi on
Ther e be gin t he cer emon i es ,

Stately and i n olden fashi on

, .

Kn i ghtly games and mer r y feastin g

Inte r c hange wi th loud r ej oi ci n g ;
Sw iftly fly the ho urs thus gladly
T ill the shades of n i ght have fallen .
 ’
50 Ha nna s POEM S .

And the weddi ng guests assemble -

In the hall to hold the da nces ,

,
’
And thei r ch e q ue r d gala dresses
M i dst the glitteri ng li ghts are sparkling .

On a h i gh exalted dai s
-

B r i de and bri degroom are rec lini ng ,

Donna Clar a Don Fer nando
, ,

Holdi ng lovi ng conversat i on .

In the hall are gai ly moving

A ll the festal c r owd of people ,

And the kettle drums so und loudly ,

And the trumpets too ar e crashi ng , , .

Wher efore O my hear t s fai r m

, i stress
’

Are thy glances so d irected

T o w r d the hall s most di stant corne r
’ ’

Th us the kni ght e xcla i md wi th wonder ’

.

S eest thou not then Don Fer nando ,

Yonder ma n i n dark cloak hi dden

, ,

And the kni ght wi th smi li ng answered

’ ”
Ah ti s nothi ng but a shadow
,
.

But the shadow soon a ppr oa ch d them ’

,

And a man was in the mantle ,

An d R am ir o re cogn i si ng
Cla r a gr eeted hi mwi th b lushes
,

And the danci ng has begun now ,

And the dance r s whi r l r ound gai ly

’
In the waltz s gi ddy mazes ,

A n d the grou nd beneath them trembles .

Gladly wi ll 1 Don R ami r o

, ,

In the dance b ec ome thy partner ,

But thou di dst not well to come here

In a black and ni ghtl ike mantle .

But wi th eye s a llfix d and pi er cing

' ’

Looks R ami ro on the fai r one ;

Clasp i ng h e r wi th gloom thus speaks be
, .
”
A t thy b i ddi ng have I come here 1
And the pai r of dance r s vani sh
In the dance s giddy mazes
’
,

And the kettle d r u ms sound loudly

-
,

And the tr umpets too a re cr ash in g

, , .
52 Ha ms '
ro a m
s .

Say why a r e thy cheeks s o palli d

,

Wher efor e i s thine eye so dar ksome

And R amiro stamme r s Clara
—
,

And her to ngue is mute wi th hor r or .

But Wi th deep and solemn wr i nkles

Is the b r i degr oom s b r ow now furr o w d
’ ’

Lady bloody news why se e k s t thou ?

,
’

’
T h i s day s noonti de d i ed R ami r o ”
.

10 B EL SHA Z Z
. AR .

HE m i dni ght hou r was c om ing on ,

In deathlik e calm lay Babylon .

’
But in the monar c h s castle ni gh
Held the monar ch s attendan ts ga y revelry
’
.

And in the regal hall upstai rs

A regal feast Belshazzar shares .

The servants i n gli tteri ng cir cles r ecli ne ,

And empty the goblets of spar kling wi ne .

The servants a r e shouti ng the goblets ri ng , ,

Deli ght in g the heart of the r uthless king .

The ki ng s cheeks feel a ruddy glow

’

The wi ne doth swe ll his ardour s o .

And bl i ndly led on by hi s ar dour s wiles ’

The Godh ead wi th blasphemous wor ds he re vi l es .

And wi ldly he c urses and raves aloud ,

Appr ovi ngly bellow the ser ving cr owd .

The king commands wi th a look that bur ns ,

The servant hastens and soon r eturns .

Many golden vessels he bear s on h i s head ,

’
T h e S po i ls of Je h ovah s temple d r ead .

And the monar ch strai ght sei zed on a sacr ed cup

Wi th i mpi ous hand and filld i t up
,
’
.

And down to the d r egs he drai ns i t fast ,

And wi th foam i ng mouth e xcla i ms at last

J e h ova h thy power I here defy ,

T h e K i ng of Babylon a mI
,
”
.

B u t sca r c ely had sounded th e fear ful wor d ,

When the hea r t of the k ing wi th terro r was s ti r r d .

 B OO K OF SO N GS . 53

The yell i ng laughte r i s s ilenced all .

,

And dea thlike s i lence fills th e hall .

And see ! And see ! Ou the wall so wh i te

A human h an d appears i n si ght .

And letter s of fla me on the wall so wh i te

’
It wrote , and wr ote and va ni s h d fr om s i ght
, .

The ki ng the w ri ti ng wi th wonderment sees ,

As pale as death and wi th trembli ng kn ees

, .

The awestr uck servants sat around ,

’
And si lent sat and u tte r d no sound
, .

’ ’
The ma gici ans a ppea r d but none mongst them
,

Could ri ghtly in ter pr et the wor ds on the wall .

Belshazzar the k i ng the selfsame n i ght

Ba t
Was slai n by h is servant s a ghastly si ght ,
—
.

11 T H E
. M INNE S ING E R S .

N the m i nstr els str i fe engaging

’

Pass the M i nnes inge r s by ;

S trange the wa r that they a re wagi ng ,

Strange the tourney wher e they vi e .

Fancy that for battle ner ves hi m,

,
’
Is the M i nnes inger s steed ;
Art as trusty buckle r ser ves hi m ,
’
And hi s wor d s a swor d i ndeed .

Beauteous dames wi th glan ces pleasant

, ,

Fr om the bal c ony look down ;

But the r i ght one i s not p r esent
W i th the p r ope r la ur el cr o wn .

O ther combatants when Spring ing,

T o the l i sts at least a r e sound ;

,

M i nnesinger s must be b r in gi ng
To th e fr ay a deadly wound .

He fr om whom the most ther e d r ai ne th

Song s blood fr om the i nmost breast
’

H e i s vi ctor and obta i neth

,

From fa ir l i ps the p r a ise mo st blest .

54 Ha ms ’
PO EMS .

12 . L OOKIN G FR OM TH E WIND OW .

A IR Hed wi g l a
y at the w i ndow ,
to see
If pale Henr y would c han ce to detect her ;
She sa i d half aloud : Why goodn ess me !
”
The man i s as pale as a spectre 1
fi th yearn in g p a le Henr y lo o k d above
’

A t her wi ndow, i n hopes to dete ct h e r

Fai r Hedwig now felt th e tor ments of love ,
And sh e became pale as a spe ctr e .

Love—s i c k now stood fai r Hedwi g all day

,

A t h er win dow lest he sho uld r eject her

But soon i n pale Henr y s ar ms she lay
,
'

Alln i ght at the ti me fo r a spe ctre

, .

13 . TH E WOU ND E D KNIGH T .

KNOW a stor y of angui sh ,

A tale of the ti mes of old ;

A kni ght wi th love doth lang u i sh ,

H i s m i stress i s fai thless and cold .

As fai thless must he esteem now

H e r whom in h i s hear t he ador ed ;
Hi s loving pangs must he deem now
’

D i sg r ace ful and a bh o rr d .

In va i n i n the l i sts would he wander ,

A nd ch allen ge to battle ea ch kn i ght ;

Let h i mwho my m i st r ess dar es slander
”
Make r eady at once for the figh t 1
But all a r e si lent save only ,

H i s g r i ef that so fie r ce l
,y doth bur n ;
H i s lan c e b e agai nst h i s own lonely
Accusi ng bosom must turn .

14 . THE S EA -V O Y A G E .

LEANI NG stood aga inst the mast ,

And told each wave of o cean ;

Far ewell my beauteo u s father land 1
,

My bark how swif t thy moti on !

,
’
I p a ss d my lovely m i str ess house
’

ea md al
’
Th e wi ndows gl lover
But though I ga z ed and gazed and gaz e d ,

No sign could I di scover .

 B OOK OF SO NGS . 55

Yetears obscure not thus mi ne eyes

,

Ou th i s too painful morr ow ;

-

My love s i ck hear t 0 do not b r eak

-
,

Wi th over we i ght of sor row 1

15
. TH E S ONG OF R E P E NT A NCE .

IR U L R I CH des in the for est so green

ri ,

The leaves wi th joy seem laden ;

He sees the trees th i ck br anches between
’

, ,

The form of a beauteous mai den .

The youth then sai d Well know I thee ,

S o bloomi ng and glowi ng thy face i s

Allur i ngly ever enc ir c les i t me ,

In deserts or c r owded plac es .

’
Th ose li ps by fr esh lovel i ness ever
,
s ti rr d,
Appear a pai r of r oses ;
Yet many a ha teful b itte r wor d
That r ogui sh mouth d i scloses .

A pr etty rosebush a mouth l ike th i s

R esembles ver y closely ,

Wher e c unn ing poi sonous serpents h i ss

Ami d the leaves mo r osely .

Wi th i n those beauteou s cheeks the r e li es

A sweet and beauteous d i mple
That i s the g rave wher e I fell by surpr i se ,

Lured on by a yea r n i ng s i mple .

There see I the b eauteous locks of hai r ,

That once so lovingly pleased me

That is the n ot so wond r ous fai r
Whe r e wi th the Evi l One sei zed me .

And that blue eye that so sweetly fell

, ,

As cle a r as the ocean even ,

It p r oved to be the portal of h ell ,

9
Though I thought i t the gateway of heaven .

In the wood still far ther S ir U ki ch doth ri de ,

The leav es make a r ustl ing dreary

A second figure afar he spi e d ,

That see md so sad and weary

’
.
 N E S PO EMS
’
56 H EI .

The youth then sa i d 0 mother dea r ,

’
Who lov d st me to di st r act i on ,

But to whom i n lif e I cau sed many a tear ,

B y evil wo r d and a c ti on !
0 would that to dr y th i ne eyes could avai l
My so rr ow so fie r ce ly glo wi ng 1
0 c ould I b ut r edden thy cheeks so pale
Wi th the blood from my own heart flowi ng !
And far ther ri des S ir U lr i ch the r e ,
’
The n i ght o e r the for est is falli ng
Many s ingular voi c es hllthe a ir ,

The evening b r eezes ar e calli ng .

The youth then bear s h i s sorr owi ng words

Full often near hi mri ngin g
Tis the notes of the mock ing for est b irds
’

A11 t wi tter i ng loudly and s i ngi ng

Si r U lr i ch s i ngs a p r etty song ,

We call i t the song of r epentance ;

’
And when he h as r e a ch d the end of hi s song ,
”
He ll r epeat i t sentence by sentence
’
.

16 . T O A SING E R, ON H E R SING ING A N OL D

R O MA NCE .

think I of the magi c fair one ,

How on h e r fir st my glances fell 1

How h e r d e ar tones resounded sweetly ,
’
How they my hear t e nthr a lld completely ,

How down my cheeks the te a r s c oursed fiee t ly ,

But how i t chanced I could not te ll

, .

Ther e over me had c r ept a vi si on

Metho ught I was agai n a ch i ld ,

And i n my mother s cham ber si tti ng

’

In s i len c e by the lamp li ght flitt ing

,
-
,

And r eadi ng fai r y t ales b e fittin g ,

Wh i lst o u tsi de r oa r d the tempest wild

’
.

The tales be gan wi th lif e to gl i mmer ,

T h e kn i ghts ari se fr om out the grave

By R on ces va llthe battle r ages ,

Si r R oland i n the figh t engage s ,

An d wi th hi mmany a val i ant page i s ,

And als o Ganelon the knave, .

 B OOK OF SO N GS . 57

By hi mi s R ol and illentreated ,
H e swi ms i n blood , fast e bbs hi s br eath ;
Scar c e can h is horn , at such fa r di stance,
Call Charlemagne to hi s assi stan c e :
So passed a way the kn i ght s exi stence ,
And , wi th him, sank my dream in death .

It was a loud confus ed echo

That fr om my vi si on wakened me .

The legend that she sang was ended ,

The p e ople heart ily commended ,

And oftti mes shouted : B r avo 1 splendi d !

’
L ow how d the s i nger gracefully .

17 . T H E S ONG OF T HE D UC A TS .

M Y golden ducats dea r ,

Tell me why ye are not her e

Are ye with the golden fish es
Whi ch wi thi n the str eam so ga i ly
Leap and splash and wr i ggle dai ly
’
Are ye w i th the golden flo w r e ts
Whi ch o e r green fie lds sca tter ed l i ghtly
,
’

In the morni ng dew gleam bri ghtly

Are ye wi th the golden bi r d ki ns -

Wh i ch we se e i n happy chorus
’ ’
In the blue ski es h ov r in g o er us ?
Are ye wi th the golden planets
Wh i ch i n r ad i ant cr owds each even
Smi le in yonder di stant heaven ?
Y e alas my golden ducats
, , ,

Swi m not in the str eamlet bri ght ,

Sparkle not on meadow gr een ,

Hover not i n skies serene

S mi le not i n the heavens by ni ght
,

Cr ed i to r s wi th greedy paws
, ,

Hold you safely in the ir claws .

m
18 D IA L OG UE ON P
. AD E R B O RN H E A TH.
ic i r us r ng ng i ,

fiddl e and
Many fai r ones the r e a r e S pr i ngi ng
Gai ly up and down the mi ddle .
 Ha ms ’
POEMS .

You re m i staken fri end i n speaki ng

’
,

Thus of fiddle and i ts br other ;

I but hear young por ker s squeaki ng ,
”
An d the gruntin g of the ir mothe r .

’
Hear st thou not the for est bugle ?
Hunters in the chase are strayi ng
Gentle lambs a r e feed ing fru gal ,

Shepherds on their p i pes are playing .

Ah my fri end what you just now hear d,

, ,

Was not bugles p i pes or hunte r s ; , ,

I can only see the sow her d -

Slowly dri vi ng home hi s grunters .

’
Hear st thou not the d i stant voi ces
In sweet ri valry contend ing ?
Many an angel blest rejoi ces
Strai ns l ike these to hear ascendi n g .

Ah that musi c s weetl r i ng ing

,
y
Is my fri end no ri val chor us ;
, ,

Ti s but youthf ul gooseher ds s i ngi ng ,

”
As they dri ve the i r geese befor e u s .

’
Hear st thou not the church bells holy -
,

Sweet and clear wi th deep emoti on

,

To the vi llage chapel slowly

—

Wend the people wi th devot i on .

’
Ah my fri end the bells t i s only
, ,

Of the cows and oxen also ,

Who wi th sunken he a ds and lonely

, ,
”
Go back to their gloomy stall s s o .

See st thou not the veil just movin g ?

’

’
See st thou not those soft advance s
Ther e I see my m i stress lovi ng ,

Humi d sorr ow in her glances .

She my fri end who nods so much

, , ,

A n old woman Betsy namely ; ,

Pale and haggard on her cru tch es ,

O e r the meadow li mps she lamely

’
.

Over whelm me wi th confusion

A t my questi ons fri end each mi nute
, ,

Wilt thou deem a mer e illu s i on

What my bosom holds wi thi n i t 2 ‘
60 Ha ms ’
PO EMS .

A ca stle in the deser t thou di dst find ,

Wher e li ke a lovely marble i mage shr i n d

,
’

Lay a fa ir mai d i n mag i c slumber sunk ;

,

But soon the spell was loosed when ki ss d by th ee, ,

—
’

Wi th smi les the lawful muse of Ger many

Awoke , and sank wi thi n thi ne arms love drunk ,
-
.

T O MY M OT H E R B H E INE , , .

V ON G E L D E R N
'

nee .

H AV E be en wont to bear my head ri ght h i gh ,

My temper too is somewhat stern and rough ;

’ '

Even befor e a monar ch s cold r e bufi

I would not t i mi dly aver t mi ne eye .

’
Yet mother dear I ll tell i t openly
, ,

Much as my haughty pri de may swel l and p u fi

'

I feel subm i ss i ve and subdued enough ,

When thy muc h cher ished dar ling for m is ni gh

-
,

Is i t thy sp i r i t that subdu es me then ,

Thy spir i t grasp ing all t hi ngs i n i t s ken

, .
,

An d soar ing to the li ght of heaven aga in

B y the sad recollect i on I mo pp r e s s d
’ ’

That I have done so muc h that gri eved thy breast ,

Whi ch loved me more th a n all thin gs else , the bes t

, .

2 .

ITH foolish fancy I deserted thee

I fai n would se a r ch the whole wor ld thro ugh , to
learn
If i n i t I per chance could love d i scern ,

That I mi gh t love emb r ace ri ght lovi ngly —

.

I sought for love as far as eye could see ,

My hands extendi ng at each door i n turn

Beggi ng them not my pr ayer for love to spa m
,

Cold hate alone they laugh i ng gave to me .

’
And ever s e arch d I after love yes ever ,
’

Sea r ch d after love but love di s co ve r d neve r

’
, ,

And so I homeward went wi th troubled thought ; ,

But thou wer t there to wel c ome me again ,

And ah what i n thy dear eye floa te d then

, ,

Tha t was the sweet love I so long h a d sought .

 B OO K OF S ONGSJ 61

TO H . S .

H EN I thy book fr iend open hastily , , ,

’
Full many a ch e r ish d p ic tu r e meets my view,
And many a golden i mage th a t I knew
In boy i sh dr eams and days of i nfancy .

’
Pr oudly to w r d heaven upsoar i ng then I see ,
’
Th e p i ous dome re a r d by r el igi on tru e
, ,

I hear the sound of bell and or gan too ,

’
Love s s weet lament at t imes a ddr ess ing me .

Well see I too h o w o e r the dome they skip

, ,
’

The ni m ble dwarfs and wi th mali c i ous joy

,
’
The beaute ous flo w r and ca r ved wor k destroy .

But though the oak of foli age we may str i p ,

And r o b i t of i ts fa i r and ver dant grac e ,

When spring r etu r ns fr esh leaves i t don s apa ce

, .

FR E S CO- S ONNE TS TO CH R IS T I A N S
1

TAKE no notic e of the blockheads tame

Who seem i ng to be golden a r e but sand ;
, ,

I neve r offer to that r ogue my hand

Who secr etly would i njur e my good name
I bow not to the har lots who pr o c lai m
Boldly the ir i nfamy th r oughout the land ;
And when i n vi c tor c a r s the r a b ble ba nd
-

D r aw the ir vai n i dols wi th them I ne er came

,
’
.

Well know I that the oak mu st fall i ndeed ,

Wh i lst by the str eamlet s s i de the pli ant reed

’

Stan ds i n all wi nds and weather s fear i ng not ,

But say what i s the r eed s eventu al lot

,
’

What joy ! As walki ng st i ck i t ser ves the dandy

-
,

Or else for beati ng clothes they find i t handy .

2 .

E me a mask I ll join the masquerad e

,
’

countr y clo wn so that the r abble rout ,

Who i n the i r p r oud di sgui ses str ut about

May not suppose me one of the i r v ile trade .

G i ve me low manne r s words on pur pose made

,

To show vulgari ty beyond all do ub t ;

All spar ks of spi r i t I ll w i th c ar e put out
’

Wherewi th d ull fools coq uet in ac c ents stai d .

62 m e POEMS .

'
SO wi ll I dance th en at the grea t mash d ball ’

By Ger man kni ghts mo nks k ings surr ound e d too

, , ,

B y Har lequi n sa luted known to few

, .

Wi th wo oden swords they ll stri ke me one and all

’

, .

That i s the joke F o r i f I show my face

.
,

The rascals will be s i lenced i n di sg r ace .

3
L AU GH at all the fools who at me gape ,

And whom wi th pr yi ng goat li ke face I see ;

-

I laugh at ever y fox who knavi shly

And i dly sn ufis me l ike a ver y grape ;
I laugh at ever y vai n p r etent i ous ape ,

Who a pr oud judge of geni us cla ims to be ;

I laugh at all the kna ves who threaten me
’
Wi th po i sonous weapons whence ther e s no escape .

For when the charmi ng fanc i es joy once gave

Are wrested from us by the hands of fate ,

And at our feet i n thousand atoms cast ,

And when o ur ver y heart i s to rn at last ,

Al ltor n and cut a nd p i er ced and desolate ,

A fine shri ll laugh we still have power to save .

y m i nd 1

And i n the song the r e l ives and twines and blooms

A lovely spec i men of womanki nd
And i n thi s mai den i s a hear t ensh r i ned ,

And yet no love that l i ttle heart i ll umes ;

H e r loveless frosty di sposi ti on dooms
H e r l i fe to su ffer fr om h e r p r i de so bl i nd .

’
Hear st thou how i n my he a d the tale comes b a ck
And h o w the song sounds solemnly and sad 2 ‘

And how the mai den t i tter s softly yet ?

I only fear lest my poor head should cr a ck .

Alas 1 i t would i ndeed be far too b a d ,

If my unlucky reason were upse t .

51
T even i ng s si lent melancholy hou r
’

, ,

Long b uri ed songs ar ou nd me take thei r place ,

And bur n ing tears c o u r se s wi ftly down my fa ce ,

And my old hear t wounds bleed wi th greater power

-
.
 B OO K or se xe s . 63

My love s de ar i mage like a beauteous flo we r

’

A s i n a mag i c glass aga i n I tr ace ;

In bodi ce red she s i ts and sews ap a c e ,

A n d s ilence re i gns around h e r bli ssful bower .

Bu t on a sudden sp r i ngs she from her seat ,

And cuts from her dear head a beauteous lock ,

’
And g i ves i t me th e very joy s a shoe k
—
.

The Evi l One soon spo i lt my rapture sweet

T h e ha i r he t wi sted i n a r ope full str ong ,
’
And many a year has dra gg d me thus along .

6 .

HE N I a year ago agai n met thee ,

No ki ss thou ga v st me i n that mome n l

’

blest
T hus spake I and my love a ki s s i m
’

, p r ess d
Wi th rosy mouth upon my l ips w i th glee .

Wi th a sweet smi le she from a myrtle tree

Hard by us pluck d a twi g and sai d i n jest
’

Take thou th i s twi g i n fr esh ear th let i t rest

, ,
’ ”
And o er i t pla c e a glass then nodded she ,
—
.

’
Twas long ago The twi g di ed i n the pot
. .

’
T i s many a yea r s ince she hath cr os s d my si ght ;
’

Yet i n my head that k i ss sti ll bur neth hot .

Lately return i ng home I sought the place

,

Wh er e dwells my love Before h e r house all n i ght

.

’
I stood and left when morning show d i ts face
, .

7 .

’
F savage devi ls brats my fri end beware
-
, , ,
’
But gentle an gels brats mor e hearts w i ll break ;
-

Once such a one a s weet kiss bi d me take ,

But when I came I felt sha r p talons ther e

,
.

Of black and anc i ent cats my fri end take care, , ,

But wh i te young ki ttens a re st i ll more awake

Once su ch a one my sweetheart did I make ,

M y hea r t my sweetheart savagely di d tear .

ing b r at ! O ma i den passi ng sweet !

O dar l
How could th y clear eye e er decei ve me so ’

How could thy paw e er g ive me such a blow ?

’

0 my d e ar ki tten s paw so s oft and neat !

’

Could I but p r ess thee to my glowing l ip !

And could my l ife blood meanwh ile c ease to dri p !
-
64
’

H a nna s r oa ms
.

8 .

H OU oft hast seen me boldly str i ve wi th those ,

Both spectacled old fop and pai nted dame ,

Who gladly would destr oy my honest name ,

And gladly see my last exp iring throes .

Thou oft hast seen how pedants r ound me close ,

How fools wi th cap and bells my li fe defame,

H o w poi sonous ser pents gnaw my s inki ng frame ,

Whi lst fr om a thousand wounds my l ife blood flows -

.

But fir mas any tower ther e stood thy for m ;

Thy head a l i ghthouse was ami d the storm ,

Thy fai thful hear t a haven was for me

Though r ound that haven r oar s th e r agi ng mai n ,

A nd fe w the sh i ps the l a nd ing place that ga i n ,

Once ther e we slumber i n securi ty

, .

9 .

A IN would I weep but ah I cannot weep

, , ,
.

Fai n would I upwar ds full of vi gour spri ng ,

But cannot ; to the ear th I needs must cli ng ,

S purn d by the r ept i les that ar ound me c r eep

’
.

Fai n would I nea r my beauteous m i str ess keep ,

Ne ar my b r i ght l i ght of l i fe be hover i ng ,

And in h e r dear sweet b r eath be r evell i ng ,

But cannot ; f or my hear t w i th sorr ow deep

Is br eak ing fr om my b r oken heart doth flo w
My bur ning blood my str ength wi thi n me fade s,
,

And dar ker darker grows the wor ld to me

,
.

Wi th sec r et awe I year n un ce asi ngly

For yonder m i sty r ealm wher e s ilent shad es
,

Their gentle lovi ng arm s ar ound me throw .

 BOO K or SO N GS . 65

L Y R I CA L I N T E R L U D E .

1822 — 2 3 .

P ROL OGU E .

HE RE once li ved a kn i ght, who was mournful a nd

ben t ,

H i s cheeks whi te as snow wer e and hollow ,

’
H e t otte r d and s ta gge r d whe r eve r he went
’

A vai n vi si on attempt ing to follow .

H e s e e md so clumsy and awkwar d and ga uche

’
,

That the flo we rs and g ir ls when they saw h i mappr oach

, ,

Th e ir merriment sca r cely c ould swallow .

’ ’
From hi s r oom s darkest corner he often ne er st irr a ’

Est eemi ng the si ght of men shocki ng ,

And extended hi s ar ms wi thout speaki ng a wor d

, ,

As though some va i n phantom wer e mocking .

But scar ce had the hou r of mi dn i ght drawn near ,

When a wonder ful si ng ing and noi se met h i s e a r ,

And he hear d at the door a str ange knocki ng .

H ismi stress then secr etly ente r s the room ,

In a dr ess made of foam of the ocean ;

She glows l ike a r o s ebu d so sweet i s he r bloom
, ,

H e r je we l
ld vei l s ever i n mot i on
’ ’

Her golden locks play round h e r for m sli m and ta ll ,

Their eyes meet wi th r aptu r e and str ai ght way they fall
,
’
In each other s arms wi th devoti on .

In h islovi ng embr aces the kn i ght holds her fast ,

The dullar d w i th pass i on is glowi ng ;

H e reddens the dreame r awakens at last
, ,

And bolder and bolde r he s gro wi ng ’

.

But she grows mor e saucy and mocki ng instead ,

And gently and softly she c over s h i s head

ld vei l o er h imthrow i ng
,

H e r wh i te je we l
’ ’
.

To a watery palace of cr ystal bri ght

Th e kn i ght on a sudden i s taken
H i s eyes a r e dazzled by r ad i ant li ght ,

By h is wi ts he i s well n i gh forsaken -
.

But the nymph holds hi mclosely em b raced by her s ide

Th e kn i ght i s the b ri degroom the nymph i s the bri de ,

Whi le h e r maidens the lute s note s awaken ’

.

r
 ’
66 H EINE s PO EMS .

So sweetly they play and so swe etly they si ng,

In the dance they are movi ng so li gh tly ,
That the kni ght befor e long finds hi s senses take wing,
H e embr aces hi s s we et one more t i ghtly
When allof a sudden the l i ghts di sappear ,
An d the kni ght s once more si tt i ng i n so l
i tude drea r
’

In his poet s low garret uns i ghtly

’
.

WAS i n the beauteous month of May ,

When a llthe flo we r s were spri ngi ng ,

That firs t wi thi n my bosom

I hear d love s echo r i nging
’
.

’
Twas in the beauteous month of May ,

When all the b irds wer e s i nging ,

That fir st I to my sweetheart
My vows of love was br ing ing .

R OM out of my tear s a llburn ing

Many bloomi ng flowe r e ts br eak ,

And a llmy si ghs combi ni ng

A choru s of n i ghti ngales make .

A nd if thou dost love me my dar l i ng , ,

T o thee shall the flo we r e t s belong ;

Befo r e thy wi ndow shall e cho
The n i ghtingale s t uneful song
’
.

3 .

HE rose and the lily the dove and the sun

, ,

I loved them a l ldearly once ever y one ,

I love them no longer I love now alone

l one the neat one the pure one m
,

T h e smal , i ne own
, , .

Yes she he r self the fount of all love

, , ,

Is the ro se and the lily th e s un and the dove

,
~
.

H EN gaz ing on thy beauteous eyes

A 11 thought of sorrow strai ghtway fli es
But when I ki ss thy month so sweet ,
My cure i s perfect and complete .
68 HEINE s
’
POEMS .

They speak a myster i ous language

That s r i ch and sweet to the ear
’

Yet no ph i lologi st l
i v i ng
Ca n make i ts mean i ng clear .

But I ve learnt i t and n e er wi ll for get i t

’
,
’

Whatever the time and place ;

As my gr ammar I used for the pu r pose
’
My own dear mi stress s fac e .

9 .

N song s exu lt ing pini on

’

I ll bear thee my sweetheart fair

’

, ,

Wher e Ganges holds hi s dom ini on ,

The sweetest of spots kno w I ther e .

There a red bloom ing gar den i s lyin g

In the moonlight si lent and clear ;
The lotos flo wer s a r e si ghi ng
F or the i r si ste r so p r etty an d dear
The vi olets pr attle and ti tter ,

And gaze on the star s h i gh above

The roses mysteri ously t wi tter
The ir fragr ant stori es of love .

The gazelles so gentle and clever

Ski p li ghtly i n fr ol icsome mood
And i n the di stance roar s ever
The holy r i ver s loud floo d
’
.

And there whi le joyously sinking

,

Beneath the palm by the str eam ,

And love and r epose wh i le dri nki n g

Of bli ssful vi s i ons we ll dr eam
’
.

10

HE lotos flowe r i s t r oubled

A t the sun s r esplendent l
’
i ght 9
W i th sunken head and sadly
She dreami ly wai ts for the ni ght .

The moon appear s as her wooer ,

She wakes at hi s fond embrace

For h i mshe ki ndly uncovers
Her sweetly flower i ng face .
 B OO K OF SO N GS .

She blooms and glows and gli ste ns .

And mutely gazes a bove

She weeps and exh ales and tr embles
Wi th love and the sor r ows of love .

11
N the R h in e that beauti ful ri ver,
,

The sacred town of Cologne ,

Wi th i ts vast cathedral i s ever ,

Full clearly mir r or d a nd shown ’

.

A p i cture on golden leather

In that fai r c athedr al i s seen ;
On my li fe so sad altogether
, ,

It hath cast i t s r ays se r ene .

The flo we rs and angels hover

R ound o ur dear Lady ther e ;
Her eyes li ps cheeks all over
, , ,

R e s emble my mi str ess fai r .

12 .

me not thou tellest me , .

s me but sli ghtly ;

But when thy beauteous face I see ,

No king s hea r t beats mor e li ght ly

’
.

Thou hatest me thy red li ps sa y,

Wi th well pr etended snar l ing ;

-

But when sweet kis ses they convey ,

I mcom
’
forted my dar l ing , .

13 .

UL L lovi ngly thou must embrace m a,

My mi st r ess beauteous and sweet 1
W i th pliant for mi nter lace me ,

And wi th th ine ar ms and thy feet .

The fairest of snakes e er cr eated ’

Wi th vi gou r enc i r cles anon ,

And clasps and twi nes round the elate d

And happy Laocoon .

14 .

WEAR not at all but only k i ss 1 ,

A 11 woman s oaths I hold am i ss

’

Thy wo r d i s swe et, but swe eter far

The ki sses that my guerdon are .
70 Ha ms ’
POEMS .

These keep I whi le thy words but se em

,

A p a ssi ng cloud or fr agr ant dream

, .

Now then my loved one swear away

, ,
1
’
I ll c r edi t all that thou dost say ;
And when I si nk upon thy br east
I ll thi nk that I a mtruly blest
,
’

’
I ll thi nk that love eternally
, ,

And even longer thou lt love me ,

’
.

15 .

P ON
’
my m i s tre ss s eyes so clear
I wri te th e fairest cantatas ;
’
U pon my mi stress s mouth s incere
I wr i te the best of te rz ina s
’
U pon my m i s tr ess s cheeks so dear
I wri te the cleverest sta nzas ;
An d had my mi st r ess a h ear t upon i t ,

I soon would wri te a charmi ng sonnet .

the wor ld can t ’

stup i d dai ly :
It says my dar ling chi l d of thee
, , ,

Thou li vest far too gai ly .

’
The world s an ass the wor ld can t see
’

, ,

T h y charac te r not knowi ng ;

It knows not how sweet thy ki sses be ,

How r aptu rously glowi ng .

17 .

OV ED one gladly would I know

—
it ,

Art thou bu t a vi si on fai r ,

Such as i n hi s brai n the poet

Loves i n summer to pr epar e
No ! such eyes of magi c sp lendour ,

L i ps so r osy and so warm ,

Such a chi ld so sweet and tender

, ,

Never d i d the poet for m .

Bas ilisks and vampir e s gor y ,

Dragons monste rs of the earth

, ,

Suchlike evi l beasts of stor y

’
In the poet s fir e have b ir th .
 s oon or soxe s. 71

But thy self thy wiles i nsi di ous

, ,

An d thy face so sweet and sta i d

, ,

A nd thy ki ndly looks pe rfidi ous ,

These the poet never made .

18 .

L EAM S my love i n
’
beauty s splendour ,

L ike the chi ld of ocean foam

As hi s bri de my mi stress tender
Is a stranger takin g home .

’
Though ti s treason don t abuse i t ,
’

Hea rt thou much endur ing one !

,
—

Be ar i t b ear i t and excuse i t

, , ,

Wha t th e be auteous fool hath done .

19 .

’
LL
not be an gry though my heart should br eak
, ,

Evermo r e lost one ! no complaint I ll make ’

.

’
Though thou may st spar kle neath thy di amonds br i gh t
’

No ray can p i er ce thy heart s unceasi ng n i ght

’
.

I ve known i t long In vi si on saw I thee

’
.
,

How n ight thy heart doth fillunceasin gly ,

And how the se r pent at thy heart do th gnaw ,

How wretc hed love thou art too well I saw

, , , .

HO U R T wretched yes 1 but no complai nt

’
,
—

make
My love we both alas must wretched be !
, , ,

T illdeath our poo r a ffli cte d hear ts doth br eak ,

My love we both alas must wretched be 1

, , ,

I the sc orn that r ound thy mouth doth play

se e ,

I see thi ne eyes that glance so haugh t ily ,

I see the p r i de that doth th y bosom sway ,

Yet thou art wretc hed wr etch e d e en as I ,

’
.

Gri ef lur ks ar ound thy mouth unsee n in deed , ,

Wi th hi dden tears th ine eyes ca n s ca r cely see ,

A nd secret wounds on thy p r o u d bosom fe ed

M y love, we both alas mus t wr etched be !
, ,
72 Ha ms ’
PO EMS .

21 .

H E flute s and fiddle s are soundi ng ,

The tr umpets ri ng i ng clear

In the weddi ng da nce is boundi ng
’
My heart s own m i str ess dear .

The shawms and kettle drums vyi ng -

In noi sy chor us I h e ar ;
But meanwh i le good angels are sighi ng
An d weep i ng man y a tear .

22 .

‘ H OUs car cely could st have for gotten i t fa ste r

’

T hat I of th i ne hear t so long was the master

Thi ne heart so fal se so sma ll and so sweet
, , ,

A sweeter and fa lser I never shall meet .

T hou now hast for gotten the love and di saster

That m a de my hear t throb a l l the faster ;
I know not if love was the greate st or woe ,

That both we r e gr eat full well I know

,
.

23 .

IF the ti ny flo we rs
But kne w of my wounded hear t,
Their tear s , like mi ne , in shower s
Would fall to cur e the smart
, .

If knew the ni gh ti ngales only

T ha t I mso mour nfu l and sad
’

They would cheer my mi ser y lonely

Wi th their notes so ti meful and glad .

’
If the golden stars h i gh 0 e r us
But knew of my b i tter woe ,

They wou ld speak wor ds of comfort chorus,

Descendin g h i the r below .

No t one of these c a n allay i t ,

One only knows of my smart ;

T i s she I gri eve to say i t
’
, ,

Who thus hath wounded my h eart .

24 .

WHY have the r oses lost their h ue ,

Sweet love 0 tel lme why

,

Wh y mutely thus do the vi olets blue

In the ver dant meadows si gh ?
 B OO K or SO NGS . 73

0 why doth th e lark up hi gh in the a ir

Wi th a vo i ce so mournful si ng
0 why doth each fr ag r ant flowe r e t fai r
Exhale like a po i sonous thi ng ?
0 wherefo r e looks the sun t o day -

Ou the fie l d s so full of gloom

,

0 why doth the earth appe ar so grey ,

And drea ry as a tomb
Wh y feel I myself so mournful and weak ,

Sweet love I put i t to thee ?

,

My own sweet da r li ng sweet love 0 speak

, , ,

0 wherefore l ea ves t thou me ?

25 .

OR thi ne e ar many tales they i nvente d

And loud com
,

plain ts p r eferr ed ;
But how my soul was tormented ,

Of thi s they sa i d not a wor d .

They prated of mi schi ef and evil ,

And mournf ully shook their head

’
They l ike n d poo r me to the de vi l ,

And thou d i dst bel i eve what they sai d .

But O the worst and the saddest

, , ,

Of th i s they noth i ng knew

Th e saddest and the maddest
In my heart was h i dden from vi ew .

26 .

H E li nden blos somd , the n i ghti ngale sung

’

The s un was laugh ing wi th radi ance bri ght ;

Thou ki ss e d s t me then whi le th i ne a rmround me clung
’

, ,

To thy heavi ng bosom thou p r es s e d s t me ti ght ’

.

The raven was s cr eech ing the leaves fast fell

, ,

The sun gazed chee rlessly do wn on the s i ght ;

”
We coldly sa i d to each othe r Far ewell !
Thou poli tely di dst make me a cur tsey pol i te .

27 .

each other emoti ons soft

fo r ,

ur tempers always we r e match in g ,

At man and wi fe we have pla y d full oft ’

.

And yet ne er took to figh tin g and scratch i ng

’
.

We have shouted toget h e r together been gay , ,

A nd tende r ly ki ss d and fondle d away

’
.
74
’
H EINE S r oa ms .

’
A t last we pl a
y d in for est and dell
A t h i de and seek , l ike s i ste r and br othe r ,
And managed to hi de ourselves so well,
That never si nce then have we seen each other
28
’
V E no belief i n the heavens
Of wh i ch the parsons r ave
In thi ne eyes bel i eve I only ,

In their heavenly li ght I lave .

’
I ve no beli ef i n the Maker
Of whom the par sons rave ;
In thi ne hear t be lieve I only ,

No other God wi ll I have .

’
I ve no beli ef i n the devi l ,

In hell or the pai ns of hell

In thi ne eyes beli eve I only ,

And thi ne evi l heart as well .

29 .

0me thou wer t fai thfuland steady ,

And madest for me suppl i cat i on ;

In my troubles and sad tr i bulati on
Thy comfor t always was r eady .

Food and dri nk thou ga v s t me in payment ’

,

And plenty of money di dst lend me ,

And also a passpor t di dst send me ,

As well as some changes of r ai ment .

Fr om heat and from coldness unpleasant

May heaven my dear one long guard thee
, , ,

And may i t never rewar d thee

The ki ndness shown me at pr esent 1
30
BEearth had long been avari c i ous ,

But May when she came gave wi th great pro

, ,

di ga l
i ty ,
lthin gs now smi le
And al wi th r apture delici ous ,

But I for laughter have no part iality .

The blue bells a r e ri ngi ng the ir beauty di splayi n g

, ,

The birds as i n fables talk senti mental i ty

, ,

1 take no pleasure i n all th ey a re sayi ng

And I am qu i te wr et ched i n sober r ea li ty
,

.
76 mm s a a
’
r oa ms .

The dead Wi ll ar i se when m i dni ght is ni gh

, ,

And dance i n air y troops ligh tly ;

But we in the to mb will qui e tly lie ,

Thi ne arms embr aci ng me ti ghtly .

The dead wi ll ari se when the loud trump of doom

,

To bl iss or to tor ment i s callin g ;

But r egardless of a ll we ll remai n i n the tomb,
,
’

Still cla s p d in embr aces enthr al l

’
i ng .

35 .

LONELY fir tree is stan ding

On a nor ther n barren hei ght ;
It sleeps and the i ce and snow drif t
,
-

Ca st round i t a gar ment of whi te .

It dr e ams of a slender palm tr ee -

,

Whi ch fa r i n the Easter n land

Besi de a pr e ci pi ce scor ch in g
In silent sorr ow doth stand .

36 .

A IR , bri ght golden constellati on

, ,
‘
Seek my love s fa r hab i tati on ;
Tell h e r that I st ill a mt r ue ,

S i ck at h eart and palefaced too .

37 .

The hea d sp ea ks .
)
H , wer e I but the footstool e en
’

’
Ou whi c h my loved one s foot doth rest ,
’
I ne er to grumble should be seen ,

However har d I mi ght be pr e ss d ’

.

(Th e hea rt sp ea ks
) .

Ah , wer e I but the c u sh i on soft

Where i n h er pins she s wont to sti ck , ’

And twer e h e r wi ll to pri ck me oft ,

’

I should r ejoi c e at every pr i ck .

(The s ong sp ea ks
)
All, wer e I but the pa per dear
Wher ewi th she s wont h e r hai r to curl
’

I d gently wh i spe r i n h e r e a r
’

The thoughts that i n me li ve and whi r l .

 B OOK OF SO N GS . 77

38 .

INCE my dar l i ng one has left me ,

Power of laughi ng i s be r eft me

Blockheads fai n would r ai s e a joke ,

But no laughte r can pr ovoke .

’
Since I ve lost my darli n g one ,

Power of weepin g too i s gone , ,

Though my hear t w i th sorr ow deep

Wellmgh br eaks , I cannot weep
'

39 .

Y l
i ttle
songs do I utter
F r om out of my great great sorrow ; ,

Some tin kl i ng p in i ons they borr ow ,

’
And t ow r d h e r bosom they flutte r .

They found i t and ove r i t h ove r d

,
’

,
’
But soon r c t u rn d they complai n ing , ,

An d yet to tell me d i sda i ni ng

Wh at they in h e r bosom dis cover d ’
.

40 .

WEE T dar l i ng beloved by me solely ,

,

The thoughts i n my memor y dwell

’
That once I p o s se ss d thee wholly ,

Thy soul and body as well .

Thy body so young and tender

, ,

I n e ed beyond a ll doubt ;
,

Thy soul to the tomb I ll surrender, ’

’
I ve plenty of soul wi thout .

Il
lcut my soul in sunder
’

And half of i t br eathe i nto thee ,

And when I embrace thee O wonder ,

—

One souland body we ll be ’

.

keep ing o l
ida ys ,

fo r est and plai n

They shout and li ke ki ttens a r e leap ing
, ,

And hai l sweet Nature agai n .

They gaze wi th glances that gli sten ,

,

Ou each r o m an ti c th ing
W i th ears lik e asses they li sten
To hear the spar r ows s in g .
78
’
HEINE s r oa m
s
.

My chamber wi ndow to darken ,

Wi th black cloth I hang i t by day ;

To the si gnal my spiri ts str a i ght hearken ,

Day vi s i ts they h as ten to pay

-
.

My olden love also dr aws ni gh me ,

Fr om the realms of the dea d she appears ;

She weepi ng si ts gently close by me
, , ,

And softens my bosom to tears .

42 .

of t i mes long vani sh d ’

out of thei r tomb ,

And show me how once in thy pr esence

’
I li ved i n my life s young bloom .

Allday I mour nful ly totte r d

’

Thr ough the st reets as though in a dream

,

The people gaz e d on me wi th wonder ,

S o s i lent and sad di d I seem .

The ni ght ti me sui ted me better

-
,

Deser ted the streets were then ,

And I and my shadow together

We wander ed i n silence agai n .

Wi th foo tsteps echoing loudly

I wa n der d over th e br i dge
’

The moon wi th solemn look ha ild me ’

As she burst through the cloudy ri dge .

I stood in fr ont of thy dwelling ,

And fondly gazed up on hi gh ;

I gazed up towar ds thy wi ndow ,

My heart br eathed many a si gh .

Well know I that thou from the wi ndow

Ful l often hast gazed be low ,

And in the moonli ght hast seen me

Stand fix d , the ima ge of woe
’
.

43

YOU TH once loved a mai den ,

Wh o loved another i nstead ;

The other hi mself loved another ,

And wi th the latter di d wed .

80 HEINE s
’
POEM S .

The fai r spir i t i slands befor e u s

-

In the gl i mmeri ng moonl i ght lay ;

Sweet tones came floa ting o e r u s ’

Whi le the mi sts wer e danci ng in play .

Ou danced they wi th merr i er moti on ,

And sweeter sti ll sounded the song ;

But over the boundless ocean
We mournf ully floa te d along .

48 .

R OM older legends spr i ngi ng ,

Appear s a snow wh i te band -

Wi th joyous str ai ns and s ing ing , ,

From some far magi c land -

,

Wh er e flo wer s 1n glowi ng splendour

Pi ne 1n the evening sun ,

And br i dal glances tender

Cast sweetly ever y one ;
Wh er e all the tr ees un i t ing ,

In chorus shout below

, ,

And bubbli ng br ooks del i ghting

T h e e ar l ik e mus ic flo w ;
,

A nd love songs fie r c e and burn i ng

-

U nhear d of bli ss i mpart ,

T i ll sweet and wondr ous yearni ng

Befo ols the th r obbing heart .

Ah could I th i ther tr avel

, ,

And ease my ach i ng b r east ,

And all my gri ef un r avel ,

And ther e be fr ee and blest !

That land when c e car e and trouble
,

A re ba ni sh d that i n d r eams
’

Oft see I l ike a bubble

,

D i ssolves when mor ning beams

,
.

49 .

’
VEloved thee long and I love thee st ill
,
’
And e e u if the wor ld wer e sh a tter d
’
,

M y glowi ng love would gl i sten and thr i ll ,

’
Though wi dely ear th s r u ins wer e scatter d
’
.

a a a
 B OO K OF SON GS . 81

A nd wh en I thus have loved th ee so wel

l
Till the hour of death has sounded ,
’ ’
I ll take wi th me e en to my tomb s dark cell ’

My love-pangs fie r ce and unbounded .

50 0

the gli mmeri ng summer morni ng

I pace the garden alone
The flowers are whi s p ri ng a nd speaki ng
’

But s ilently wander I on .

The flower s are whi sp r ing and speaki ng

’

My form wi th compass i on they sca n

0 pray be ki nd to our si ster ,

Thou mournful and pal e fa ce d man 1

-

51 .

ER dark atti re thus weari ng

My love appears to my s i ght
L i ke a tale of so rr ow despai ri ng
’
That s told i n the long summer ni ght
In the magi c a l gar den there wander
Two lovers mute and alone ;
Sweet s ing the ni ghtin gales yonder
The moonbeams are over them thrown
,

Li ke a statue the mai den stands m ildly ,

A t her feet th e fa i thful kn i ght li es

The fo r est gi ant comes wi ldly ,

The Borrowi ng mai den soon fli e s .

Soon the kni ght on the ground lies a llg ory ,

The gi ant goes home at hi s ease

And when I amburi ed the story ,

Is ended as soon as you pl ease .

52

HEY often have ve x d me sadly ’

And worr i ed me e arly and late

Wh i le some wi th their love have annoy d me ’
,

Th e others pu rsued me wi th ha te .

My br ead they have utter ly po iso n d ’

And poiso n d my cup too of late

’

Wh i le some wi th thei r love have a nn oy d me ’

,

The others p u rsu ed me wi th hate .

D

M mam s a
’
ro w s .

But she who mor e than all others

’
Has y e x d me and worr i ed and chafed
, , ,
'
She only wi th hate ne e r pur sued me
She only h e r love ne er vouchsafed ’
.

summer
ss d ’

And i n thi ne heart cold wi nter ,

Has made i ts place of rest .

All thi s wi ll soon be a lte r d ’

My dear est love and best ,

The w i nte r o n thy cheek b e ,

The summe r in thy br east !

lovers are parted ,

h other the hand ,

'
To weep and to si gh begi nn ing ,

A nd los ing all self command - .

But not one single tea r wept we ,

No Ah ! or Alas ! di d we si gh
Our tears and our si ghs both toge ther
Too sur ely came by and by - -
.

55

sat r ound the tea table dr inkin g, -

speakin g of love a great deal;

The men of aesthet i cs wer e thi nki ng ,

The ladi es more p r one wer e to fee l .

All love ought to be but platoni cal

The wi th e r d old counsellor sa i d ;
’

H i s wif e by a smi le qui te i r oni c al

’ ”
R ejo i n d and then si ghed Ah 1 i nstead
, .

Sa i d the c anon wi th vi sage dejected

'

Love ne er should be s ufie r ed to go

’

Too far or the health i s a ffe cte d

,

T h e mai den then s i m

” ’

pe r d : How so ?
The Countess h r sa d fe eli ngs vent ed
e

Sai d L ove is a pass i on I msure

,

“ ” ’

, ,

And then to the Bar on presented

H i s cup wi th poli tene s s demure .
84 mNE s
H
’
r oa m
s .

0 were I only a bullfin ch ,

I would fly strai ght in to thy heart

To the b ullfinch thou always wer t ki ndly ,

A nd h ea l
’
‘
es t the bull
fi nch s smart .

59 .

carri age i s tr avers in g slowly

The greenwood merry and br ight ,

Through flo we r in g valleys li ke magi c ,

’
Illum e d by the sun s glowi ng li ght .

I msi t tin g and thi nki ng and dre ami ng

’

And muse on my m i stress d e ar ;

When noddi ng th eir heads at the wi ndow
, ,

Three shadowy figur e s appe a r .

They ski p and they make wry gri maces ,

So sco fii ng and yet so shy ;

And t wi r li ng mi st—li ke together ,

They ti tter and hast e swi ftly by .

60 .

N vi s i on I la te ly was weep i ng ,

I dr eamt thou wer t lai d in thy grave ;

I awoke and the tears un cea si ng
,

My cheeks conti nued to lave .

In vi s i on I lately was weep in g ,

I dr eamt I was left love by thee ;

, ,

I awoke and we eping cont inu e d

,

Both long and b i tte r ly .

In vi si on I lately was wee p i ng ,

I dr e amt thou wert ki nd as of yor e

I awoke and my tears i n torrents
,

Conti nued to flo w as before .

61 .

ni ght i n vi si on behold I thee

LL ,

And see thee gr eeti ng me ki ndly ;

And loudly weeping then throw 1 me
Before thy swee t fe et 11in dly .

m
T h e word Gi pe l in th e orig ina lh as th e doubl e me ni ng
a
of
“
b ullfinc h
”
a nd blockhead a nd the po in t of this
’
, verse is
th ere fore l a t i o n.
os t in a tr a ns l
 ms o or SO N GS . 85

’
Wi th so r ro wi ng looks thou sta nd st in my vi e w,
Th y fa i r lo c ks mourn fully shaki ng ;
Wh i le teardrops br ight of pear ly h u e
F r om thy dear eyes a r e br eaki ng .

A gentle wo r d thou dost secretly say ,

And gi vest a cypr ess wr eath sweetly ;-

1awake and th e wr eath has va n i sh d away

,
’

And th e word i s for gotten completely .

62

IS autumn the ni ght s dar k and gloomy

,
’

Wi th rai n an d tempest above ;

Where tarri es O tell i t unto me
,
—
,

M y poor and sorrowi ng love

By the wi ndow I see her recl i n ing ,

In her chamber lonely and drear ,

And out i n th e n i ght sad ly p i ni ng

, ,

She looks wi th many a tear .

63 .

HE trees i n the autumn wind rustl e ,

The ni ght i s humi d and cold ;

I r ide all alone i n the for est ,

And round me my grey cloak I fold .

And as I a mri ding before me ,

My thoughts unrestra i nedly roam ;

They li ghtly and ai r i ly bear me
’
To my own dear mi str ess s hom e .

Th e dogs a r e bar k ing the serv an ts

,

Wi th gli tteri ng to r ches appe a r ;

I climb up the wi nd ing sta ir c a se ,

My spur s r ing loudly a n d cle ar '

In h e r br i gh t ligh te d tapestry chamber

~
,

8 0 full of mag i ca l c h a rms ,

My own sweet dar l ing awai ts me ,

I hasten i nto h e r a r m s .

The wind i n the leaves i s s igh ing ,

Th e oak thus wh i spe r s to me

What means thou fooli sh youn g horseman
, ,

Thy fool ish reveri e

86
’
H EINE S Pe nn a

64 .

GLITTE R I NG star is fal ling

Fr om i ts sh i ni ng home i n the ai r ;
The s tar of love tis su r ely ’

T h at I see falling ther e .

The blossoms and leaves i n plenty

From the apple tr ee fall each day ;
The merr y br eezes appr oach them ,

And wi th them merri ly play .

The swan in the pool is si ngi ng ,

And up and down doth he steer ,

And si ng ing gently ever

, ,

D i ps under the water clear .

Allnow i s si lent and darksome ,

The leaves and blossoms de c ay ,

Th e star has cr umbled and va ni sh d

’

The song of the swan di e d away .

65 .

HE Dream God brought me to a castle v a st

-
,
’
Wher e magi c fragrance r e i gn d and lights were
gleami ng ,

And thr ough i t s mazy wi nd ing c hamber s p a ss d

-
“ ’

A ch e q u e r d th r ong sti ll onwar d onward s treami ng

’
’

, , .

Th e pale cr owd seck the exi t por tal fast —

,

Wr ingin g their hands and full of terro r screami ng , ,

And kn i ghts and mai d ens mi ngle i n the thr ong

And I myself a mwi th th em borne along
,

But suddenly I sta nd alone for 10 , , ,

The crowd h ath va n i sh d and fr om si ght departe d ’

I wa nder ou and throu gh the chamber s go

, ,

All strangely wi ndi ng si lent and deserted ,

My foot i s leaden and I scarcely know ,

How to escape thus sa dde n d and fai nt hearted

,
’
-
.

A t length the far thest po r t a l I des cr y ,

And seek to pass great heavens what meets mine eye 1

—
,

It was my love who at the door d id stand

'

, ,

Gri ef on h e r l i ps h er b r ow i n tr i bulat i on
, .

’
I sought to fiy sh e b e cko n d wi th h e r h a nd
,
—
,

Whether to warn me or in i ndi gnati on ; ,

 mma s a
’
roa m
s .

Wi lt thou not ri se up Henr y 9

The Ju dgme nt Day is thi s
,

The dea d have all ari sen ,

To taste of endles s bl i ss .

I cannot ri se my da rling
, ,

For I have lost my s i ght ;

M ine eyes thr ough ver y weep in g,
,

Are y e ild i n darkest n i ght

’
.

’
I ll ki ss away the dar kness ,

My Henry from thi ne eyes ,

The angels sh a lt thou see then ,

The glor y of the skies .

I cannot ri se my darlin g
, ,

The wound i s bleedi ng yet ,

M ade by thee i n my bosom

Wi th one sharp word and threa t .

My hand all gently Henr y , ,

’
I ll la y upon thy heart ;
It then wi ll bleed no longer ,
”
And heal d w ill be the smart
’
.

I cannot ri se my dar li ng ,

My head sti ll bl e eds am

,

a in l
’
Twas ther e the bullet e nte r d ’

,
’
When thou wert from me ta en .

Wi th my long tresses Henry , ,

I ll stanch the bl e edi ng woun d

’

An d dr i ve the bloo d str eam backwards,

-

”
And make thy head thus sound .

So gently sweetly p ra y d she ’

, ,

I could not spurn her prayer ;

I sought to ri se and hasten
To joi n my m i stress fai r .

lmy woun ds gan blee d ing

’
Then al ,

Then wi ldly rushing br oke

F r om head and br east the bloodstrea m
, ,

A nd 10 1 fr omsleep I wo ke
— .
 BOOK OF SO N G S . 89

70 .

HE numbers old and evi l ,

The dreams so h a rrowi ng ,

’
Let s bury all together ,

A mi gh ty coffin bri ng !
lpl
Il ac e there much but say not
’

What ti s ti ll all i s done

’

The c ofii n must be larger

’
Than Hei delbe r g s vast tun .

An d also b r ing a death bi er —

,

Of boards full stout and soun d ;

They also must be longer
Than Mayence bri dge r e n own d ’
.

And also bri ng twelve g iants

Whose strength of li mb excels
Sa int Chri stopher s who s e shri ne in
’

Cologne Cathedral dwe l ls .

The co ffin
they must carry ,

An d sink beneath th e wave

For such a mi ghty c o fli n
M ust have a mi ghty grave .

Wh y was the co ffin ,

tell me ,

80 great and hard to move ?

I i n i t placed my sorrows ,

A nd in i t pla c ed my love .

T H E G OD S T WIL IG H T
’
.

A IR May h as come w ith h e r br i ght golden

And s i lken gales and fr agrant spi cy odours ,

And ki ndly lures us wi th h e r snowy blossoms ,

An d from a thousand bl u e—eyed vi olets gree ts us ,

And spr ead s ab r oad her flo we r y ve r dant carpe t ,

Wi th morni ng dew and sunshi ne i nterwoven ,

And summons al lh e r favour i te human children .

A t her firs t c all the bashful people come ;

Th e men i n haste put on th e i r nankeen bre e ches ,

And Sunday coats wi th golden glassy buttons ;

The women don the whi te of i nno cence ,

Th e youths take ca r e to c u r l the ir spr ing mustachi o s —

,

The mai dens bid the ir bosoms softly heave ;

90 H EINE
’
S r oa ms
.

The c i ty poets cram i nto their pockets

Paper le a d penci l and lor gnette ; and gai ly
,
-
,

The eddyi ng movi ng cr owd draw near the gateway ,

And lie at c ase on the green turf beyon d

Amazed to se e how much the trees have sprouted
,

,
’
Play wi th the tender colou r d flow e r e ts fai r ,

Li st to the song of merry bi r ds above them ,

’
And shout exulti ng to w rd s the vault of heaven .

’
To me came also May and th r ee times kn o ck d she
,

Against my door and cr i ed Beh old sweet May 1

”
1

Thou palefaced dr eamer come I fain would ki ss thee 1

, ,

But I my door kept bolted and I cri ed ,

’
In va in thou s e e k s t to tempt me evi l str anger , .

’
I long have seen thee th r ough I ve seen th r ough al s o ,

The fabr i c of the wor ld and seen too much , ,

And much too deep and fle d i s all my pleasure

, ,

And endless tor ments qui ve r i n my hear t .

I s ee thr ough all the stony h ar d outsi des

Of human houses and of human bosom s ,

And see in both de ce i t and woe and falsehood .

’
I ve learnt to read the thoughts on ever y face ,
’
All evi l 1 In the mai den s shamefaced blushes
I see the trembl ing of a secret l u st
Ou the i nsp i r ed and haughty head of youth
’
I see the laugh i ng ch e q u er d fool s ca p j i ngli ng ; ’

’
And ca ri c tur e s alone and si ckly shadows
I see upon th i s ear th and l i ve in doubt
,
’
Whether a madhouse ti s or hosp i tal , .

The old ear th s cr ust I see th r ough but too plai nly
’

As though i t were of cr ystal see the horrors ,

—

Whi ch May i s vai nly stri vi ng to conceal

Wi th pleasi ng ver du r e T her e I see the dead
.

’
They lie beneath i n thei r small c ofii ns p ri son d
, ,

Wi th hands together folded eyes wi de open , ,

Whi te i s their gar ment whi te thei r face as well

, ,

And yellow wo r ms fr om ou t their lips are crawli ng .

I see the son wi th hi s loved m i str ess s i tting

’
An d toyi ng wi th h e r on h i s father s grave .

Der i si ve songs the ni ghti ngales are singi ng ,

The gentle meadow flow r e t s laugh wi th malice ’

And the dead father moveth i n hi s grave ,

”
Wh ile the old mother earth wi th pai n doth shudder
- .
92 H E INE s PO EMS .

Where the b ir ds t wi tte r i ng r esounded sweetly

’

Wher e the dogs bar ki ng s e e md to me fa miliar

’ ’

And voi ces ki ndly g reeted me and figur e s , ,

L ike an old fri end and yet wher e ever yth i ng

, ,

’
A ppear d so strange beyond des cri pt i on strange
, .

Befor e a pr ett y countr y hou s e I stood -

,

My bo som i n me mov i ng b ut my head ,

Al lpeaceful and the dust w i th calmness shook I

,

From off my t ravelli ng garments ; shri lly so u nde d

The hell I r ang and then the door was o p cn d
,
’
.

Ins ide were men and women many faces ,

To me well known Still sorr ow lay on all

.
,

An d se c ret fearful gr i ef Wi th st r ange emoti on

.
,

Wellni gh wi th looks of pi ty on me gazed they ,

T il
l my own soul wi th terr or was pe r vaded ,

As though forebod ing some unknown mi sfortune .

Old Mar garet I stra i ghtway rec ogni zed ,

Gazed on h e r fixe dly but yet she spake not , .

’
Wher e i s Mar i a a sk d I yet she spake not , ,

But soft ly se i zed my hand and led me on ,

Through many a long and bri ghtly l i ghted chamber -

,

Wher e splendour pomp and deathlike silen c e r e i gn d

, ,
’

And to a d ar ksome r oom at length she br ought me ,

And wi th h e r face averted fr om me po inted

, ,

Towar d the form that sat upon the sofa .

’
Ar t thou Mari a ash d I Inwar dly .

I was my s elf astounded at the firmn e s s

Wi th whi ch I spoke L i ke stone and hollow
.

Sounded a voi ce : That is the name they call me .

A pi er cin g agony st r ai ght fr oze me thr ough ,

For that cold hollow tone alas was yet , ,

The once enchant ing voi ce of my Mari a !

And yonder woman i n pale li lac dress ,

ln negli gent att ir e wi th un ve ild bosom

’

, ,

Wi th glassy sta ri ng eyes l ike leather seem ing ,

The mus cles of the cheeks of h e r whi te fa ce ,

Alas that woman once was the most lovely

, ,

The bloom ing pleasi ng swee t and ki nd Mari a 1

, ,

Your t ravels have been long she sai d aloud

In cold un pleasing but fami li ar accents
, , ,

You look no longer lang u i sh ing my fr i end , ,

You re well in h ealth your loi ns and calves ela sti c

’
,
 B O OK or sos es . 93

Sho w your sol i d i ty A s i lly sm ile.

Pla y d the whi le ro u nd her yellow pall i d month

’
.
,
’
In my confus i on u tt e r d I these accents
I ve been i nformd that thou art mar ri ed now ?
’ ’

”
Ah yes 1 she carel e ssly repl i ed wi th laughi ng
I ha ve a st ick of wood that s cove r d over ’ ’

W i th lea ther ca lld a husband Sti ll for all that

’

.
, , ,
’
Wood i s but wood 1 And then she la ugh d perver sely
T i ll ch illing an gu i sh thr ough my sp i ri t ran ,

And doubt upon me sei zed are those the modest —

,

The flo we r y modest l i ps of my Mar i a

-

But presently she rose took qui ckly up ,

From off the cha ir her cashmer e shawl and threw i t ,

Ar ound her nec k my arm took hold of then

, ,

Dre w me away and through the open h o use d oor

, ,

And led me o n through thi cket fie ld and meadow , , .

The sun s r od glowi ng di sk al

’
r eady downward
’
Was h a s t n ing and i ts purple rays we r e beam ing
,

Over the trees and flo wers and o e r the r i ver

’

,
’
That flo w d majest i cally in the d i stance
'
.

’
See st thou the large and golden eye that s floa ting
In the blue water cr i ed Ma r i a qui ckly .

”
Hush thou poor creat ur e 1 sa i d 1 as I sp i ed
In the d imtwi li ght a strange wondrous moti on
, ,

F i gure s of mis t arose from out the plai n ,

And wi th wh i te tende r ar ms emb r aced each other

The vi olets eyed each othe r tende r ly ,

The li ly cups wi th yea r n ing bent together

A lov i ng glow i n eve r y r ose was gleami ng ,

The pi nks would fai n i n the ir own b r eath be kindled ,

In bl i ssfulodours r e ve lld every fl ower

’

An d every one wept s i lent tears of rapture ,

And all exulting shouted : Love ! Love ! L ove !

The butte rfli e s were flutte r ing and the sh i n ing ,

Gold beetles h ummd the ir gentle fa iry songs

’

,
’
The wi nds of even ing Whi sper d and the oaks ,

A11 rustled and the ui gh t in gale sang sweetly

O

And am i d all the wh i speri ng rustli ng s ingin g , , ,

Prated away w i th thi n cold soundless vo i ce

, ,

The fa ded woman hangi ng on my arm

I know your n i ghtly longi ng for th e castle
E ver y long shadow i s a s : mple ton ,
94 HEINE S POEMS
'

That no d s and si gns pr eci sely as one wi shes

T h e blue coat i s an angel ; but the red co at
"
Wi th hi s drawn s wor d i s ver y host ile to you
, .

And many other thi ngs i n th is str ange fashi on

Conti nued she to sa y t i ll ti red at length
, , ,

She sat down wi th me on the mossy ban k

That stands beneath the anci ent no b le oak tr ee -
.

Together ther e we sat both sad and si lent

, ,

And gazed upon each other growi ng sadder , .

Th e oak as wi th a dyi ng si gh was mur muri ng ;

, ,

Deep g r i evi ng sang the ni ghti ngale do wn on a s

-
, .

But th r ough the leaves a r uddy li ght wa s p i er c i ng ,

’ ’
And fli cke r d r ound Mar i a s pall id face ,

And lured a glow from out her ri g i d eyes ,

U nt i l wi th h e r old dar l ing voi ce thus spoke she

How knewest thou that I a mso unhappy
I r ead i t lately i n thy str ange wi ld number s .

A n i cecold feel ing p i e rce d my br east I sh uddcr d ’

-
,

A t my own mad del i r i um wh ic h the futur e ,

Saw th r ough my b r ai n grew gi ddy wi th alar m

,

And through sheer ter r or I awoke fr om sleep .

D O NNA C LA R A .

N the even ing sh aded ga r den

-

R a mbles
the Alcalde s daughte r ’

Kettle dr u ms and tr umpets loudly

—

E cho fr om the lofty cas tle .

Wear i some I fin d the dances ,

And the hon i ed wor ds of fla tt r y ’

,

And the kn ights who so g allantly,

Tell me I the sun resemble .

Ever yth ing i s hatefulto me

S i n c e I by the beam ing moonl
i ght
Saw the Kn i ght whose lute allured m e

To the wi ndow ever y eveni ng .

As he stood so sl im but daring

, , ,

And h i s eyes shot li ghtning glance s

F r om h i s pale and noble fea t ures ,
”
Tru ly he Sai nt Geo r ge resembled .
96 mama s ’
POEMS .

Never mi nd the Moor s and J ews dea r, ,

Sai d the Kn i ght wi th fond ca r esse s ;

,

And he to a myrtle bower

Le a ds the fai r Alcalde s daughter ’
.

Wi th the nets of love so tende r ,

H e hath secr etly enclosed her !

Shor t t h eir wor ds and long thei r k i sse s,
And their hearts a r e o ve rflowi ng .

L i ke a wedd ing s on g all meltin g

— -

S i ngs the n i ght ingale the dear one ; ,

Glowwor ms on the g r o u nd are movi n g

.

As if i n the tor ch da n c e ci r cli ng

-
.

S ilence rei gns wi th i n the bower ,

Nought i s hea r d except the stealthy

Wh i sper s of the cunn ing m yr tl es ,

And the br eathi ng of the fio wer e ts .

But soon kettle drums and trumpets

-

Echo from the lofty castle ,

And awaken ing Clar a qui c kly

, ,

Fr om the Kn i ght s a rmfrees her perso n

’
.

’
Har k they r e call ing me my dearest
, , ,
’

Yet befor e we pa r t tho u need s t m ust

,

Thy dear name to me d i scove r

Wh i ch thou hast so long concealed .

And the Kni ght wi th radi ant smi ling

, ,

Ki s s d the fin ge r s of h i s Donna
’

Kis s d h e r l i ps and ki s s d h e r for ehead;

’ ’

And at last these wo r ds he utt ered :

I, Se fiora , I , your loved one ,
A m the son of the much h o n our d ’

Gr eat and learned scr i be , the R abbi

”
Israel of Saragossa .

ALM A NS OR .

l
.

N fa ir Cor dova s cathedral ,

’

Stand the columns thi rtee n h un dred , ,

Th irteen hun dred gi ant columns -

Bear the mi ghty dome in safety .

 BOOK OF SO N GS . 97

And on dome and walls and columns

F r om the very top to bottom
’
The Koran s Arabi an p r overbs
Twi ne in wi se and flo wer y fashi on .

Moori sh Ki ngs erecte d whilome

Thi s vast house to Allah s glory ’
,

Yet i n many parts ti s alte r d ’ ’

In the dar ksome whi rl of ages .

Ou the turret where the watchma n

Sum mon d unto prayer the pe ople ,
’

No w the Ch ri sti an bell i s soun di ng

Wi th i ts melan choly murmur .

On the steps whereon th e fa i thful

U sed to s ing
the Pr ophet s sayi ngs ’

No w baldpated pri ests exhi bi t

Allthe mass s tri vi al wonders
’
.

’
How they t wirl before the colour d
Puppets fullof ant i c c apers
, ,

Mi ds t the i ncense smoke and rin ging ,

Whi le the senseless t apers sparkle 1

In fai r Cor dova s cath e dral
’

Stands Almansor ben Abdullah

Vi ewi ng si lently the columns
,

And these wor ds in silence murmuri n g

O ye columns strong gi ganti c
, , ,
’
Once a d orn d i n Allah s glory
’

No w must ye pay humble homage

To thi s Chri ste ndom detested .

To the ti mes have ye submi tted ,

And ye bear the burden ca lmly ;
Still more reason for the weaker
To be pati ent all th e sooner .
"

An d Almansor ben Abdullah

Bent h is head wi th fa ce u nrufiled
’
O e r the font so decorated
’
In fair Cor dova s cathedral .
 Ha ma s
’

POEMS .

H E cathedral left he qui ckly,

Ou his wi ld steed sp eedi ng onward ,
Whi le hi s moi st locks and the feathers
In hi s hat the wi nd i s movi ng .

On the r oa d to Alcolea ,

B y the si de of Guad a lqui vi r

Wher e the snowy almond blossoms
,

And the fr agr ant golden orange ,

T h i ther has tes the merr y r i de r ,

Pi p ing , s inging laughi n g gaily ,
.

And the bi r ds all swell the chor us ,

A nd the tor r ent s no i sy waters
’
.

In the fo rt at Alcolea
Dwelleth Clar a de Alvar es
In Navarr e her si r e i s figh tin g ,

And she revels i n her fre edom .

And afar A lmansor hea r eth

Sounds of ke ttle drums and trumpets
-
,

And the c astle lights beholds he

Gli tteri ng thr ough the trees dark shadows ’
.

In the for t at Alcol e a

Dance twelve gai ly tr i ck d out lad i es
’
-

Wi th twelve kn i ghts atti red as gai ly

But Alma n s or s the best dancer
,
’

As if wi ng d by mer r y fan ci es
’

R ound about the hall he flu tt e r s ,

Knowi ng how to all the ladi es

To address sweet fla tte r in g speeches .

’
Isabella s lovely hands he
Ki sses qui ckly and then leaves
, h er ,

And befor e E l vi r a stands h e ,

Looki ng i n h er face so archly .

H e inturn s assures each lady

That he heart ily ador es h e r ;
Ou the tru e fa i th of a Christi an
Swears ne th ir ty ti mes that even ing .
100 ms s
nn
’
PO EMS .

T H E P IL G R IMA G E T O K EV L A A R
l

HE mother sto od by the wi ndow ,

The son in bed la y h e .

Wilt thou not ri se up Wi lliam , ,

The fa i r processi on to see

I e mso il l my mother, ,

I nei ther see n or hear ;

I th i nk of my poo r dead Gre tchen ,

My heart is breakin g near

”
.

A ri se let s go to K ey lae r
’

, ,

Take book and rosar y too

The mother of God wi ll heal th ee ,
”
And cur e thy si ck heart anew .

In church li ke tones they a r e sin ging

-
,

The banners flutt e r on hi gh ;

A t Cologne on the R hi ne th i s happens ,

The p r oud proce ss i on moves by .

The cr owd the mother follows ,

Her son she leadeth now ,

A nd both of them si ng i n chorus

”
0 Mary blessed be thou 1
,

H E mother of God at K e vla ar

H er best dress wears to day ; —

Full much hath she to ac compli sh ,

8 0 great the si c k folks arr ay

’
.

The si ck folk wi th them are bri nging ,

As o fferin gs fittin g and meet ,

S trange li mbs of wax a llfa shi on d ’

Yes waxen han ds and feet

,
.

'

And he who a wax hand o flers ,

Fin ds cur e d in h is hand the wound ,

A n d he who a wax foot proffe rs ,

Strai ght fin ds hi s foot grow sound .

To Ke vlaar went many on crutch es

Wh o now on the ti ght rope ski p ,

A n d many a palsi ed finger

'
O e r the V 101 d o th merri ly tri p .
 BOO K OF SO N GS . 101

The mother took a waxligh t ,

And out of i t fa shi on d a heart

’

My son take that to God s mother

, ,

And sh e wil lcure thy smart .

The son took si ghi ng the wax heart -

,

Went wi th si ghs to the shr ine so blest ,

The tears burst for th from hi s eyel ids ,

The words burst forth from hi s br east

Thou hi ghly fa vou r d blest one !
-
’

Thou pur e and godl ike mai d !

Thou m i ghty queen of heaven ,

To thee my woes be di spla y d ! ’

I wi th my mother was dwelling

In yonder town of Cologne ,

The town that many a hund r ed

Fai r churches and chapels doth own .

And nea r us there dwelt my G r etchen ,

“
Who alas ! is dead to d a y ;
,
-

0 Mar y I bri ng thee a wax heart

,
-
,
’
My he art s wounds cure I pray , .

My s i ck heart cure O cure thou , ,

A nd early and late my vow

I ll pay and sing wi th devoti on
’

0 Mary ble s sed be thou 1

’
,

poor si ck son and his mother

HE
In the ir l i ttle chamber slept ,

The mother of God to the ir chamber

Allli ghtly l i ghtly crept, .

She bent herself over the si ck one ,

Her hand wi th acti on l i ght

U pon hi s heart placed softly
S mi l ed s weetly and va ni sh d from s ight
,
’
.

The mother sa w al li n her vi si on ,

Saw thi s and saw much mo r e

From out of h e r slumber woke sh e .

The hounds were haying ful l sor e .

102 HE INE s r oa
’
m
s .

Her son was lyi ng before her ,

A n d dead her so n he lay ,

Whi le over hi s pale cheeks gently

Th e li ght of mor n i ng did play .

Her hands the mother folded ,

She felt she knew n ot how

Wi th meekness sang she and softly
”
0 Mary blessed be thou 1
,

TH E D R EA M .

(F ro mS alon ) .

VISIO N I drea mt of a lovely chi ld ,

She wor e h er hai r in tres ses ;

In the blue ni ghts of summer so calm and m i ld
We sat i n the greenwood s recesses ’
.

In mutual raptur e and to r ture we vi ed ,

We loved and exchanged lovi ng k i s ses

The yellow stars in the heavens alls igh d ’

A n d se emd to envy our bli sses

’
.

I now a mawake and ar ound me gaze

,

In the dar kness alone and despairi ng

,

The stars in the heavens a r e sheddi ng their ray s

In silence and alluncar i ng -
.

NE W P O EM S .

1 S E R A P HINA
. .

1
.

N at even i ng i n the forest

the dreaml i ke wood I rove ,

Ever doth thy slender figur e

Close besi de me softly move .

See I not thy gentle featur es ?

Is i t not thy vei l that st ir s
Ca n i t be the moonlight only
B r ea kin g through the gloomy fir s ?
Ca n i t be mine own tears only
That I hear all li ghtly flow -

Or my loved one dost thou really,

Close besi de me weep ing go

104 mama s’
r oa m
s .

5.

DW curi ously the s eame w

Looks over at us dear , ,

Be cause agains t thy lips I

So firm ly press my ear !
She maybe would di scover
What fr om thy mouth did flo w ,

If words alone or ki sses

Thou in my ear di dst throw .

0 could I but deci pher

’
What tis that fills my mind 1
The words a r e wi th the ki s se s
So wondrously combi ned .

S t i mi d as the roe she fled ,

And wi th i ts fiee tne s s vyi ng ;

She cla mber d on from crag to cr ag
’

Her hair behi nd her flyi ng .

'

Wher e to the sea th e clifi s descend ,

A t length I caught the rover ;

And gently there wi th gentle words
H er coy heart soon won over .

’
H i gh as the heavens we sat bo th filld ,

Wi th heavenly blest emot i on ;

Beneath u s by degrees the sun
Sank in th e dark deep ocean .

In the dark sea beneath us far

The beaute ous sun sank pr oudly ;
The bil lows wi th i mpetuous joy
Were meanwhile roaring loudly .

Weep n ot, the sun in yonder waves

’
Hath not for ever p e ri sh d ,

But li eth hi dden in my heart ,

’
Where all i ts glow is ch e ri sh d .

P ON thi s rock we bui ld the Church

Wh i ch (type of our to —morrow)
Proclai ms the thi rd Ne w T e stament,
An d ended is our sorrow .
 B OOK OF SO N GS . 105

The twofold natur e that so long

D e ceived us i s a bol
is h d ;
,
’

Our olden fier ce cor poreal pangs

Are now at lengt h demo lish d
’

Hear st thou the God in you dar k sea ?

’

H e speaks wi th thousand voi ces ;

’
S ee st thou how overh ead Go d s sky
’

Wi th thousand li ghts rejoi ces

m
A l i ghty God i s in the li ght ,
As i n the dark abysses ,

And ever yth ing there i s is God , ,

H e 18 i n all our ki sses .

8 .

’
n i ght br oode th o er the ocean
R AY ,

And the tiny s tars are sparkli ng ;

Lo ng protracted voi ce s oft times -

Sound from out the b illows darklin g .

Ther e the aged north wi nd sporte th

Wi th the glassy waves of ocean ,

Whi ch like o r gan p i pes are ski ppi ng

Wi th a never ceas ing moti on
-
.

Partly heatheni sh partly churchlike

, ,

Strangely doth th i s musi c move a s ,

As i t ri ses boldly upwards ,

Gladdeni ng e en the stars above a s

’
.

And the stars sti ll large r gro wing

Wi th a radia nt joy are gleam
, ,

i ng ,

An d at length around the heavens

R oam wi th s unl
,
i ke lustre beami ng

To far reachi ng s trai ns of musi c

-

They revolve mm a dd e n d legi ons

’

Sunny ni ghti ngales are ci rcli ng

In th ose fair and bli ssful regi ons .

Wi th a mi ghty roar and crashi ng ,

Sea and heaven a like are s ingi ng ,

And I feel a gi ant rap t ure -

Wi ldly th rough my bosom ri ngin g .

106 POEMS
’

H E INE s .

9 .

H A D OWY love and shadowy ki s s es,

Shad owy l ife, how wondrous st r ange !
Fool, dost thi nk, th en , that all thi s i s
Ever true and fr ee from change 9
L ike an empty dr eam hath va ni sh d ’

All we loved wi th love so deep

Memor y fr om the heart i s ba ni sh d ’

And the eyes a r e clo sed in sleep .

10 .

HE mai d stood by the oc ean ,

And long and dee p s igh d she ’

Wi th heartfelt s ad emot i on ,

Th e setti ng sun to s ee .

Sweet mai den why thi s frettin g ?

,

A n olden tri ck i s here

Although befor e u s setting ,

H e ri ses i n our rear .

11 .

ITH sa i ls all black my shi p sa i ls on

Fa r over the r agi ng sea ;
Thou kn ow s t full well how sad a mI
’

And yet torme n tes t me .

Thy heart i s fai thless as the wi nd ,

And flu tte r s ceaselessly ;

Wi th sails all black my shi p sai ls on
Fa r over the rag ing sea .

12 .

H OU G H sh amefully thou d idst entr eat me ,

'

T o no man would I e er unfold i t ,

’
But tr a ve lld far over the bi llows ,

And unto the h sbcs I told i t .

I ve left thee thy good reputati on

’

Wi th earth and the bei ngs upon h e r ,

But eve r y depth of the ocean

Knows fully thy tale of di shonour .
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'

Pos ns .

O ye ni ghtingale—l ik e chorus ,

That I bear wi th i n my sp iri t ,

Let your song of Joy ri se 0 e r u s ’

Merri ly that allmay he a r i t

, .

2 .

NOE more behi nd thee thou wert look in g,

Swi ftly as thou d i dst p ast me glide ,

Wi th open mouth as i f i nqui r ing , ,

And i n thy look a stor my p r i de .

’
0 that I ne er had sought to grasp i t ,

T hat flo win g robe of snowy whi te !

’
The li ttle foot s enchanting tr aces ,
’
0 that they ne er had met my s i ght !
’
Thy wi ldness now i ndeed hath va nis h d ,

L ike other women tame a r t thou

And m
,

ild and somewhat over c i vi l

,
-
,
’
And ah thou even loy st me now
, ,
.

3 .

LL not credi t youthfulbeauty

Wha t thy bashful l i ps ma y say
, ,

Eyes so black and large and rolli ng

’
Are not much i n vi rt ue 8 way .

Stri p away thi s bro wn stai pe d falsehood -

Well and tru ly love I th e e

Let thy whi te heart ki ss me dearest ,

Whi te h eart un ders ta nd s t thou me

,
’

4 .

P ON h e r mouth I gi ve a ki ss ,

And close h er ei ther eye

She g ives me now no peace for thi s ,

But asks the reason why .

Fr om ni ght to morn because of thi s , ,

Thi s i s her constant cry :

Wh en on my mouth thou gi v s t a ki ss ’
,

Why close my ei ther eye

I tell her not th e cause of thi s ,

Nor k now the reaso n why ,

Yet on her mouth I gi ve a ki ss ,

And close h er ei ther eye .

 B OO K or so x e s . 109

5 .

H EN I a mmade blest wi th
ki sses deli ci ous ,

And lie i n th i ne arms 0 i n that happy seaso n

,

Thou ne er must di sc our se of Germany dearest

’

, ,
’
It spoi ls my di gesti on ther e s plenty of r eason
,
—
.

Wi th Germany leave me in peace I i mplore thee , ,

Thou m ust not to rment me wi th quest i on on questi on

Of home and rela ti ons a n d manner of li vi ng ,

Ther e s plenty of reason it spoils my di gesti on

’
—
, .

The oaks ther e a rc green and blue are th e dear eyes

,

Of German women ; they si gh as they please o n

The bli s ses of love and of hope and reli g i on ,

It spo i ls my di gest i on ther e s plenty of reason

,
—
’
.

people
have been pryin g .

And wi th ever r estless yearni ng

-
,

A t strange doo rs of love been sp ying ,

Probably tho s e other people

Have been taki ng thei r o wn pleasure
S imila r ly and been ogli ng
,

A t my wi ndow my own treasure .

Thi s i s human ! God in heaven

In o ur ever y acti on guar d us l
God in h e aven gi ve us bless ings ,

And wi th happ i ness reward us 1

7 .

thou art my i deal forso oth

YES ,
I ve often c onfir me d i t tilld i zzy
,
’

Wi th ki sses and oaths unn umbe r d i n truth ; ’

To da y I however e mbusy
-
.

R eturn to-morrow between two and three ,

And then a fresh kindled passi on

-

Shall pr ove my love and afte r wards we

,

Will di ne in a fri endly fashi on .

And if I in ti me the t i ckets rece i ve ,

’
We ll join in a me rry re vel ,

And go to the Opera where I beli eve ,

’
They re playin g R obert the Devil .
110
’
un i NE s r oa ms .

A wondrous magi c pla y i s here ,

’
Wi th devi ls l oves and c urses ;
The musi c i s by Meye r bee r ,

By Sc r i be the wretched verses .

SM I SS me not although thy thi r st

,

The pleasant dr aught has s tilld ; ’

Some thr ee m onths longe r keep me o n ,

’
T i ll I too have been filld .

If thou my love canst not rem ai n ,

0 be my fri end I pr ay ,

For when one has outloved one s love ’

Fri endshi p may have i ts way .

HIS w i ld carni val of lovi ng ,

Thi s delir i um of our bosoms

Comes unto an end and now we ,

Sober ly gape on each other !

’
D ra in d the cup i s to the bottom
Brimmi ng wi th i ntoxi cati on ,

Fo a mi ng glowi ng to the mar gi n ;

,
’
D ra i n d the cup i s to the bottom .

And the fiddle s too a r e silent ,

Wh i ch for dan ci ng gave the s i gnal ,

S i gnal for the dance of passi on

Yes the fiddle s too are si lent
, .

’
And the lamps too are e xti n gui sh d ,

Whi ch thei r wild li ght shed so bri ghtly

Ou the masquer ade exc i ting
’
Yes th e lamps too are e xtingui sh d
,
.

And to morr ow comes Ash Wednes day

- -

When I ll si gn upon thy for ehead

’

Wi th the cross of ashes s ayi ng ,

’
Woman that th ou rt dust for get not
, , .

10 .

HOW rap i dly develop

From mere fugit i ve sensat i ons
Passi ons that ar e fie r ce and boun dless
Tenderest associ ati ons 1
112 Hu ms e
’
roa ms .

Let me m i ne arm dear small

in ,
o n e,

Th y en c hanti ng neck enfold ;

In the absence of a shawl one ,

Gets so very qui ckly cold .

1 .

H E SE fai r li mbs of si ze so massi ve,

,

Oi colossal womanhood ,

No w ar e in a y i eldi ng m ood
, ,

U nder my embraces pas si ve .

H ad I, wi th unbri dled passi on ,

T r ust ing in my str ength drawn near ,

I h ad soon had cause for fear !

She had th rashed me in strange fa shi on .

How her bosom neck thr oat charm

, , me
(H i ghe )
r I ca n scarcely see ;
’
Ere alone I d wi th h er be
Pray I that she may not h a rm me
,

2 .

WAS i n the Bay of B i s cay

That she fir s t saw the li ght ;
Two k i ttens in the cradle
She squeezed to death outri ght .

Ac r oss the Pyrenees she

Wi th feet un c o ve r d ran ’

Then for h er s i ze gi gant i c

Was shown at Perp i gnan .

’
She s now the grandest dame i n
T h e Faubour g Sai nt Den is -
,

Wher e unto small Sir Wi lliam

Some thousand pounds costs she .

3 .

FT E Nwhen I a mwi th thee .

Much beloved and noble lady,

-

The r emembran ce steals o e r me ’

Of Bologna s market shady

’
.
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There a mass ive fo u nt doth stand

Tis the G i ants Fo lmta i n p r etty
’ ’
'

Wi th a Neptune by the hand ,

Of Gi ovanni of that c i ty .

4 H OR TE NSE
. .

1
.

NOE I thought each kiss a wom an

G i ves u s or rece i ves i nstead ,
,

By some i nflu e n ce supe r human

Was from old predestin ed .

I both took and gave back Wi lli ng

K i sses then as earnestly
A s if I we r e but fulfil li ng
Acti on s of necessi ty .

Ki sses are thi s I

s up e rflu ou s , —

Have dis co ver d on l ife s stage

’ ’

And Wi th small concern now k i ss I,

He a dless of the s urplusage .

2 .

ESIDE the corner of the str eet

We stood in fond communi on
For full an ho ur and talked about
,

Our sp i ri ts loving uni on

’
.

We loved each other th i s we sa i d —

A hun dred t i mes repeat ing ;

Bes ide the corne r of the street
We stood and went on greet i ng
, .

The Goddess of Occasi on bri sk ,

As wai t ing mai ds and spri ghtly

, .

P a s s d by that way and saw u s stand

’

And smi led and went on li gh tly

,

.
,

Thy sweet delici ous laughter

7
ings through my sp i ri t l
t ig h tly .
 POEMS
’
114 H EINE s .

Re m em
’
Montmor ency
ber s t ,
’
the donkey ri di n g
IVh e re , on ,
’
ls t among the thi s tles
T hou fel ,

From o ff the saddle gli di ng

The ass stood st i ll the th i stles ,

Demur ely looki ng aft er ,

I never shall fo r get love , ,

Thy sweet del i cious laughter .

e s ea ks
(S h p )
.

N the gar den fai r a tree stand s,

And an apple han geth ther e ,

An d around the trunk a ser pent

’
Coils hi mself and I can ne er
,

F r om the serpent s eyes enchant ing

’

Turn away my t r oubled s i ght ,

And he whi spers wor ds alluri ng ,

And enthrals me wi th deli ght .

(The other one s ea s .

p k )
Ti s the fr ui t of life thou spyes t
’

Its deli c i ous fla vour taste ,

That thy l ife unti l thou di est

May not be for ever waste 1
Dar l ing dove sweet child no sighi ng l
, ,

Qui ckly taste and never fear ;

,

Follow my advi ce relyi ng ,

’
Ou thy aunt s sage counsel dear ,

5 .

N my newly t uned gui tar I-

Play new tunes that seem much fitte r

Old the text is for the wor ds are
,
’ ’
Solomon s : A woman s bi tt er .

T o her husband sh e i s fai thless ,

And sh e treats her fri end wi th mali ce ;

Wor mwood a r e the last remai nin g
'

Drops in love s once—golden chali ce .

116 mama s Ponns ’

Charmi ng mali ce Willensnare m e,

While I hate a kin dly acti on ;
And the surest way to s car e me ,

Is to love me to di stracti on .

3 .

AY
the devi l take thy mother
And thy father for thei r cr uel ,

Conduct at the play in hi din g ,

Thee fr om me my preci ous jewel!

,

There they sat thei r spr eadi ng dre sse s

,

Leaving but fe w spac es only

T h rough the whi c h to spy thee si tting
In the box s r ear a l
’
llonely , .

There they sat and saw two lovers

,
’
Both d e s tr oy d wi th eyes admi ri ng ;
,
’
And they cla pp d a loud appr oval
When they saw them both exp i ri ng .

0
not through the naughty quarters
Where the pr etty eye s are livi ng ;
Ah they fain would spar e thei r li ghtni ngs
,

Wi th a semblance of forgi vi n g .

From the hi gh bow wi ndow looki ng -

In a lovi ng way they greet th e e ,

Smi li ng kin dly (death and de vi l 1)

S i ster l ike their glances meet thee .

But th ou r t on thy way already

’

And i n vai n i s allthy stri ving ;

Thou wi lt have a very breas tful
Of di stress when home arri vi ng
, .

5 .

T comes too late th y present smi li ng

, ,

It comes too late th y present sig h !

,

llong s i nce ha ve per is h d

'
The feeli ngs al
That thou di dst spurn so cruelly .
 O
B O K OF SON GS .

Too late ha s come thy love responsi ve ,

My heart thou vai nly see k s t to sti r ’

Wi th burni n g looks of love all falli ng ,

L i ke s unbe ams on a sepulchre .

Thi s would I learn : when li fe i s ended ,

O whi ther doth our sp iri t go

Wher e is th e flame when once e xtingui sh d ? ’

The wi nd when i t hath ceased to blow

,

6 .

and s i ckly ,
’
Ou a lovely summer s mor r ow
Men I fly and bury qui ckly
,

In the wood my bi tte r sor row .

As I move i n mute compassi on

,

Al lthe no i sy b i rds are vyi ng ;

A t my gri ef i n won drous fash i on
Each dark l i nden tree is si ghi ng
-
.

In the vale I sadly s it on

Some green bank sweet balm exhal ing
,
”
Ki tt en ! O my pr etty ki tten 1
And the h i lls repeat my wail ing .

Ki tten ! O my pr etty ki tten 1

Why deli ghtest thou to do ill
Sadly i s my poor heart smi tten
By thy ti ger talons cruel
-
.

For my hea rt grown ster n and sa dde n d

,
’

Long had been to joy a stranger ,

T i ll by new love I was gla d de n d ’

’
A t th y s i ght and fear d no danger
, .

Th ou in secr et se emds t to mew thus

’

Have no fea r of be i ng b i tten ;

Pryt h ee trust me when I sue th us .

I ma very gentle k i tten

’ ”
.

7
HILST sweet Phi lomel i n a iry
Woods at random sin gs and wi ldly .

Thou pre fe rre st the canar y

Doubtl es s, as i t flutte rs mild ly .
118 na me s ’
r oa ms .

In the cage I see the e fee din g

Thi s sm allbi rd so tame and yellow
. ,

And i t p i cks thy fingers pleadi ng ,

For some sugar pretty fellow 1

,

Charm i ng i s the scene and movi ng !

Angels must enjoy the not i on !
I myself wi th loo k approvi ng
, ,

D r op a tear of deep emoti on .

arri ved,

Wi th musi c and exultati on ;

It bri ngs the b r i degroom and th e bri d e
Its hearty congratulati on .

It brings i ts vi olets rosebuds fai r

, ,

And j a smi ne and her bs sweet scented -

,

And for the bri de asparagus too ,

The bri degroom s wi th salad contented

’
.

prote ct thee from o e rh ea ting

OD
’

An d thy heart from palpi tat i on ,

Keep thee from excessi ve eati ng ,

And excessi ve per spi rat ion .

As upon thy day of marri age

May thy love be ever ble ss ed l
Ne er the bri dalyoke di s pa r a ge l
’

Be thy frame wi th health posse ssed !

10 .

R ETTY mai d if so i ncli ned

m
, ,

Thou mayst now thus thin k anent e

’
T h i s man s conduct is unk ind ,

For he s seeki ng to torment me

’

Me who never sa i d a word

T hat could possi bly o fiend hi m;
,
'

’
Who when others blame I he a rd
D i d my utmost to befri end him
, ,

Me who had resolved in fact

By and by to love hi mdear ly
,
- -
,

Had he not be gun to act

As i f he were franti c nearly !
12 0 m a r oa m
s .

3 .

HE bottles are empty the breakfast was go od

The ladi es are gay and impa ssi on d ;
, ,
’

They open their corsets in ri ght merry mood ,

Methi nks they wi th poi nt lace are fashi on d ’

.

bosoms how fai r 1 Thei r shoulder s how whi t e

T heir
'

My hear t i s soon trembl in g all over

They pr esently jump on the bed wi th del i ght ,

And hi de themselves under the cover .

The curtai ns around them before long they p ull ,

And snore away free from i ntrusi on ;

,

I stand in the chambe r alone l ike a fool , ,

And stare at the bed i n confusi on .

OW that I mfast
’
growing older ,
’
Youth s by keener fir e replaced .

And my arm becomi ng bolder

, ,

Ci rcles many a lov i ng wai st .

Though at firs t they were affri ghte d ,

Yet they soon wer e r e concild ; ’

Modest doubts and wrath un i ted

Wer e o er come by fla ttery m
’
i ld .

Yet the best of all i s wanting

When I taste my vi ctory ;
Ca n i t be my youth s en chanti ng
’

Bashfulwea k stupi di ty

r HIS tr i colour d fio w r now wor n

’ ’

In my breast to show I mfree

,
’

Provi ng that my heart freeborn i s ,

And a foe to slaver y .

S weet Quee n Mary who thy quarters

,
’
In my heart hast fix d pray li st : ,

Many of earth s fai rest daughters

’

There h ave re ign d then been di sm

’

,
i ss d
’
 BOOK OF SONGS . 12 1

7 . E MM A .

1 .

stands as fir mas a tree stem ,

and tempes t and frost ;

H is toes in the grou nd are planted ,

Hi s arms are heavenward t o ss d

’
.

Thus long is Ba gi ra th a tortu red ,

A nd Br ama h i s torments would end

H e makes the m i ghty Ganges
Down from the heavens desc end .

But I my loved one a mvai nly

, ,

Tormented and str i cken wi th woe

From out of thi ne heavenly eyelids
No drops of pi ty e er flo w
’
.

2 .

OUR -and twenty hours I sti llmust

-

Wai t, to see my bli ss complete ,

As her s i delong glanc e s te ll me ,

Glances 0 how dazzli ng swe et !

,

Language i s but in expressi ve ,

Word s are awkward and in vai n ;

Soon as they are sa i d the pretty ,

B u tte rfly fli e s o ff agai n .

But a look may last for ever ,

And wi th joy may 1111 thy breast ,

Making i t l ike some wi de heaven ,

F u ll of star ry rapture bl es t .

3 .

0T soli tary ki ss
o ne

After months of lovi ng pass ion

So my mouth must sti ll cont inue
D r y i n ver y wretched fashi on
, .

H app i ness s ee md on ce at hand

’
,

And h e r breath I e en felt ni gh ’

But wi thout my li p s e er touchi ng ’

She alas ! s oon flee te d b y me

, .
12 2 n mNE s ’

PO EM S .

MM A , for my sati sf a cti on

Say if I mdi stracted dri ven
’
,

By my love or i s love only

,

The result of my dis tracti on ?

Ah ! I mtortu ed charmi ng Emma
’
r , ,

Not alone by my mad lovi ng

Not alone by lovi ng m
,

adness,
But besi des by thi s di lemma .

B E N I mwi th thee , stri fe and nee d !

’

8 0 I on my travels started ;
Yet my l i fe , when from thee parted,
Is no life, but death i ndeed .

Ponderi ng all the li velong n i ght ,

I twi xt death and hell lay choo sing

’

Ah methi nks thi s str if e conf usi ng

Now has dr i v n me m
,
’
a d outri ght !

6 .

AST is creepin g on a s dreary

Ni ght wi th many a ghostly shape ,

And our souls a r e growi ng we a r y ,

And we at each other gape .

T hou art old and I st i ll older ,

And our spri ng has ceased to bloom

Thou art cold and I st ill colder
, ,
’
A t th app r oach of wi nte r s gloom
’
.

At the end how a lli s s a dden d

,
’

’
After love s sweet cares are past ,

C ares draw ni gh by love un gl a dd e n d

’

, .

After l i fe comes death at last .

8 FRE D ER IC A
. .

l .

L E AV E Be e thi ck lyi ng sand wi th i ts -

,

Weak tea and men who seem so much to know

T h at they both God the mselves and all below
,

, ,
’
Wi th Hegel s reason only understand .
124 mama s ’
PO EMS .

In va in thou see st me seek for types and prate

’

, ,
’
See st me wi th fee lings struggle and wi th r hyme
And ah thou smile s t at my pangs of love 1
, ,

, ,

But smi le 1 F o r when thou sm i lst Gan dar va s strai ght

’

Se i ze on the sweet gui tar and all the W e ,

S i ng in the golden sunny hall s above .

9 . C A T H E RINE .

1
.

BEA U T EOU S sta r ari se s o e r my ni ght ’

A star whi ch sm i les down on me comfort

And new life pledges to supply ,

0 do not l
ie !

As leaps to the moo n the sea wi th sullen roar ,

S o gladly wi ldly doth my sp i ri t soar

, ,

U p to thy bli ssfull

i ght on hi gh ,

0 do not l ie !
2 .

not be p r esented to her ?

cu
’
duchess whi spe r d once to me .

Ou no account ! for I to woo her

Methi nks have too much modesty .

How gracefully she stands before me 1

I fancy when I nea r h e r go
, ,
’
A newborn life i s steali ng o e r me ,

Wi th newborn joy and newborn woe .

I mfrom h e r kept as though by angui sh

’

Whi le yearni ng dri ves me to draw near ;

Her eyes as they so sweetly langui sh
,
.

The wi ld stars of my fate appear .

Her br ow i s clear yet in the di stance ,

Th e future l i ghtni ng gathers ther e ,

The storm whi ch spi te of all resi stance

, ,

My sp ir it s dee pest seat wi ll tea r

’
.

Her mouth is lovely but wi th terr or ,

I see beneath the r oses hi ss

The serpents whi ch wi ll prove my err or ,
’
With honi ed s corn and tr ea ch r ous kiss
 B O OK or s on e s . 125

m
I pe l
ld
’
by yea r n ing st ill mor e n ear I ,

D r aw to the dear but dangerous place

Her da r l i ng vo i ce already hear I
Bri ght fla me s her every sentence grace .

I hear her utter

’
S ir what s the name
,
-

These wor ds Of her who s e voi c e I h e ard 2

‘

I only answer wi th a stutter :

Madam I did not hear one word !
,

3 .

E S, I
now , a poo r magi ci an ,

Li ke
sage Merl in a mheld fast ,

In my magi c ri ng at last ,

In di sconsolate condi ti on .

At her feet imp ri so n d sweetly ’

I a mlyi ng allthe whi le ,

’
Gazi ng on her eyes sweet smi le ,

An d the hour s are passing fleetl y .

Thus for hours day s wee ks behold

, , ,

L i ke a vi si on time has fle d ,

Scarcely kn ow I what I sai d ,

A nd I know not what she told me .

J ust as if her l i ps were dearly

’
P r e ss d to mi ne beyond c ontrol
I ams tirr d till i n my soul
,
’

I can trace the fla mes ful l clearly .

4 .

H OU l
’
i e st i n my arms s o gladly ,

S o gladly thou l i e st on my heart !

’

I a mthy one sole heaven ,

My dearest star thou art .

The fooli sh race of mortals

Is swarmi ng far below
’
They r e shouti ng and stormi ng and scold i ng,
(And each one i s ri ght I wellknow ) ,
.

The ir cap and bel ls they j i ngle ,

A nd quarrel wi thout a cause ,

And wi th their heavy club sti cks -

’
They break e ach other s jawa
12 6 Ha nna s roa
’
m
s .

How happy a r e we my darl in g , ,

That we so far away a re

Thou h i dest i n thy heaven
Thy head my dearest star 1
,

5 .

LOVE such whi te and snowy members ,

The th i n veil of a spi ri t tender ,

Wi ld and lar ge eyes a brow e ncompa ss d

,
’

Wi th flo wi n g locks of swarthy splendour .

Thou art i ndeed the ver y per son

Whom I in every land have sought for ,

While girls l i ke thee a man of honour

L ike me have always cared and thought fo r .

’
The ver y man thou stand st in need of
Is found in me A t fir s t thou lt pay me
.
’

R i chly wi th sentiments and ki sses ,

A nd then as usual wi lt betray me

, , .

6.
’
HE spr ing s alr eady at the gate
Wi th looks my care be gui li ng
T he count r y r ound app ear eth str ai ght
A fiower-ga rden smiling .

My darli ng s i tteth by my si de ,

In car r i age onwar d flee ti ng ;

She looks on me w i th tender pri de ,

H e r heart I feel i t beati ng

,
.

’
What war bling what fr agrance the sun s light
, a wa kes l
L ike jewels the ver dure is gleami ng ,

Hi s sno wy blossomin g head soon shakes

-

The sapling wi th joyous seemi ng .

The flowe rs peep forth from the earth to

Wi th long ing i n ever y feat ure ,

The lovely woman won by me ,

An d me the happy c r eature

,
.

O tra ns i ent bl
iss ! Across the co r n
To morrow wil
- l pass the s i ckle ,

The beauteous spri ng wi ther and I all for lorn ,

Be left by the woman h oh le .

128 mama s ’
POE M S .

8 .

A CH pers on to thi s feast enchant ing

H i s mi str e s s takes , and wi th del i ght
R oams i n the bloomin g sum mer ni ght .

I wander alone , for my love d one i s wantin g .

L i ke some si ck ma n I wander all lonely

, ,

And far fr om the m irth and danci ng go ,

The musi c sweet and the lamps br i ght glow ; ’

My thoughts ar e away and i n England o nly

,
.

I pluck the pi nks and I pluck the roses ,

D i stractedly and full of woe ,

’
And know not on whom the flow re to be stow ;
My heart soon wi thers along wi th th e posies .

ONG
’
songless and oppres s d wi th sa dness ,

I now compose agai n wi th yearni ng !

L ik e tears that fr om u s burst wi th madness
My songs ar e suddenly returni ng .

Agai n I chant wi th voi ce melodi ous

, ,

Of great love and sti ll greater sorrow ;

Of hearts wh i ch to each other odi ous
,

To—day when p a rted br eak to morrow

,
-
.

I oftti mes thi nk I feel the greeti ng

Of Ge rman oak tr ees waving o er m
’
e,
Wi th whi sper s of a glad r e meeting -

A dream 1 they van i sh from before me .

I of tti mes th ink I hear the s ing ing

’
Of Ger man n i ghti ngales once ch eri sh d ;
Sweetly their note s a r e round me cli ngi ng
’
A dream ! the vi si on soon has p eris h d .

Wher e are the roses whose del i ci ous

’
Perfume on ce b le ss d me Every blossom
Long si nce has di ed ! Wi th tai nt pern i ci ous
Thei r ghostly scent still h aunts my bos o m .
 B OOK or sos e s . 12 9

10 SONGS OF C R EATION
. .

1 .

OD
at hr s t the sun created ,

Then each ni ghtly constellati on

Fr om the sweat of h i s own forehead
Oxen were hi s next cr eati on .

Wild beasts he created later ,

L i ons wi th the i r paws so furi ous

In the i mage of the lion
Made he ki ttens small and curi ous .

Afterwards the wilds to people

, ,

Man to spri ng to be i ng bade be ,

And in man s at tracti ve i mage
’

Interestin g monkeys made h e .

Satan saw i t full of laughter

,

Cop i es fr om hi mself he s taki ng !

’

In the i mage of hi s ox en
Calves he fin al ly i s ma kin g .

O the devi l spake the L or d thus

Cop i es of myself I mtaki ng
’

Afte r sun come constellati ons

After oxen calves I mmaki ng
,
’
.
,

After li ons wi th thei r furi ou s

Paws I mmaking ki ttens curi ous
,
’

After men come monkeys clever

Thou canst noth i ng make however , .

3 .

M AD E for my glory and e difica ti on

Men li o n s and oxen and sunli ght splendi d
, , ,

But calves cats monkeys and each constellati o n

, , ,

For nought but my own delight I i ntended .

4 .

ITH One short week of p r eparati on

The whole of the wo rld was mad e by me
'
And yet I work d out the plan of creati on
For thousands of years full thoughtfully .

K
130 mama s ’
PO EMS .

Cr eat i on i tsel a mere act of moti on

f is
T hat s eas i ly done i n a ver y short t i me ;
'

And yet the plan the p ri mar y not i on

, ,

T i s that that p r oves the art i st subli me .

Thr ee hundred long year s have I been taking

In solvin g the questi on by slow degrees
As to wh i ch was the pr oper manner of maki ng
Both Docto r s of Law and l i ttle fleas .

5
.

N the s i xth day spake the Lord thus

’
I have fin i sh d fin a lly
All thi s vast a nd fair cr eati on ,

And that all i s good I see , .

’
How the sun s r ays golden r oselike ,
—
,

O e r the ocean b r i ghtly gl e am !

’

E ver y tree i s green and gli tte ri ng ,

And e na me lld a llthi ngs s e em

’
.

Ou the pla in yon lambki ns sporti ng

Are li ke alabaste r wh i te
0 how natur al and perfe c t
Nature seemeth to the s i ght 1
Earth and heaven alike a r e te emi ng
Wi th my glori ous majes ty ,

And thr ough long and endless ages

Man willprai se and wor shi p me .

6 .

HEtuh out of whi ch a poem i s wrought

'

a
’
Is not to be s u ck d fr om the finge r ;
No God c r eated the wor ld from nought
Any more than an earthly singer .

Twas mud p ri meval that formd the source

’ ’

Whence the b od y of man I crea ted ,

And fr om the ri bs of man in due course

Fai r woman I separated .

The heavens I formd from out of the ear th

’

A n d angels from women completed

The raw mater i al fir s t gets i ts worth
’
From be ing arti st cally trea te d .
132 Ha ms ’
r oa ms .

Art th i nk ing of the fri ends whom yearni ng

Im p el
ld to fall upon thy br east
W i th i n the heart the thoughts wer e burni ng ,

And yet the li ps rema in d at rest ’

.

Or of the si ster and the mother

A r t th in ki ng who appr oved thy su i t
,

Methi nks wi th i n thy breast good br other

Wild passi ons fast are growi ng m
, ,

ute .

Of the fair gar den a r t thou thi nki n g ,

’
Its b ir ds and t rees wher e love s young dr eam
,
’
Ofttimes su sta i n d thy spiri ts sinki n g ,

And hope shone for th wi th trembli ng beam

’
T i s late .The snow has fallen th i ckly ,

Bri ght ni ght i llumes th e hum i d mass ;

I now must go and hasten qui ckly
,

To dr ess for company A 1a s l ,

-

3
.

Fmy fai r father land I once wa s proud ;

Besi de the stream
’
The oak soar d h i gh the vi olets gently how d ;
,
’

It wa s a dream .

German the ki sses wer e in German too ,

( Sweet then d i d seem

The s ound ) they spake the words Ye s , I love
It was a dream .

12 . TR A GED Y .

1 .

FLY wi th me and be my wife , ,

An d to my heart for comfort come !

Far far away hence be my heart
, ,

Thy father land and father s h me ’

.

’
If thou lt not go I here willdie , ,

And a llalone abandon thee ;

’
And if thou in thy father s home
’
Dost stay thou lt seem abroad to be
, .

2 .

(A ge nuine nati ona l song hea rd by H eine on the Rhi n

,
e.

a night of spri n g ,

’
They all soon with er d and faded .
 B OOK OF SO N GS . 133

A youth once love d a mai den full well ,

They secretly fled away fr om the house ,

U nknown to father and mother .

They wan de r d her e and they wa nde r d there

’ ’

And neither joy nor star could they find ,

And so they dr o op d a nd they p e r i sh d

’ ’
.

3 .

P ON her grave a l inden i s spr i ngi ng ,

Where bi rds and the even ing br ee ze ar e si nging

An d on the green swar d under i t
’
The mil le r s boy and h is sweethear t si t .

The wi nds are blowing so softly and fle e tly ,

The b i rds are si ngi ng so sadly and sweetly ,

Th e prattl ing love r s are mute by and by - -

,

They weep and they know not the r eason why .

13 . T H E T A NNH A U S ER .

A I EGE ND
J .

(Wri tte n in
1

ALL good Chri sti ans be on your guard , ,

L est Satan s wi les ensnar e you !

’

Il
ls i ng you the song of th e Tannhauser bold
’

That ye may duly beware you .

The noble Tannhauser a val iant kni ght

, ,

For love and pleasur e yearn ing ,

‘
lo the Venus mount tra ve l
’ ’
ld and there he dwelt ,

Seven years wi thout return ing .

Dear Venus lovely m ,

i stress farewe l
l1 ,

Though mu ch thou mayst enchant me ,

No longer wil l I tarry wi th thee ,

Permi ssi on to leave now grant me .

Tann hau ser dear and noble kni ght

, ,

To day you have kept from k i ss i ng ;

—

S o k i ss me qu i ckly and tell me tr ue .

What is ther e i n me you find m iss ing

Have I each day the sweetest wine
Not p o ur d out for you ga ily ?
’

And have I not always cr o wn d your h e ad ’

Wi th fragrant r oses daily

134 H mNE s
’
POEMS .

Dea r V e nus love1y mi stress in truth

, ,

My soul no longer fin ds pleasi ng .

These endless ki sses and lusci ous wi ne ,

I long for someth i ng that s teasing ’

.

Too much have we jested too much have we la ugh d

,
’

My heart for tears has long panted ;

Eac h ro se on my head I fai n would see
B y poi nted thorns supplanted .

Tannhauser dear and noble kn i ght

, ,

You fai n would vex and gri eve me ;

A n oath you have swor n a thou s and tim es
That you would never leave me .

Come let us i nto the chamber go

, ,
’
To taste of loy e s rapture and gladness ,

And there my fair and li ly whi te form -

”
Shall dri ve away thy sadn e ss .

Dear V e nus 1ovely mi str ess thy charms

, ,

Wil l bloom for ever and ever ;

’
As many already have glow d for thee ,

S o men wi llforget thee n e ve r l

But when I th ink of the her oes and go ds
Who er st have taken the ir pleasu re
In claspi ng thy fair and lily whi te form -

My anger kn ows no measure .

Thy fair and li ly wh i te figur e wi th dread

-

Is filling me even thi s mi nute ,

When thi nking how many in after t imes

”
Wil l sti ll take pleas ure i n i t 1
Tannhauser dear and noble kn i ght
, ,

You sho uld not utt er such treason

T wer e better to beat me as you have before
,

Oft done for many a se ason .

T wer e bett er to beat me than such harsh words

,

Oi i nsult thus to have spoken ,

Whereby 0 Chri sti an un grateful and cold

, ,

The pr i de i n my bosom i s br oken .

Because I love you so much I for give ,

Your evilwor ds thankless mo r tal ;

,

Far ewell I grant you permi ssi on to leave

, ,
”
I ll open myself the portal
’
.
136 POEMS
’
HE rNE s .

Fr om out of the mountai n I made my e scape

And yet for ever pur su e me
,
'

The looks of the beauti ful woman whi ch seem ,

0 hasten back to me !
’
: To say
‘

A wr etched spectre by day I ve become ’

A t ni ght I vainly would hi de me

In sleep for I d r eam that my mi stress dear
,

Is si tti ng and laugh ing be si de me .

How clear ly how sweetly how madly sh e laugh s

, , ,

H e r whi te teeth al l the whi le showi ng !

Whenever I thi nk of that laugh i n str eams ,

The tears from my eyes begin flo wi ng .

I love h e r i ndeed wi th a boundless love

That scor ches me up to a ci nder
Ti s lik e a wi ld waterfall whose fie r ce floo d
,

No barri er ever can h i nder .

It n i mbly leaps from rock to rock

Wi th noi sy foami ng and boili ng ;
Its neck i t may br ea k a thousand ti mes ,

Yet o n st ill o n i t keeps toi ling

, , .

If all the expanse of the heavens were min e ,

’
To Venus the whole I d sur render ;
’
I d gi ve h e r the sun , I d gi ve her the moon
’
,

I d gi ve her the stars in their splendour

’
.

I love her i ndeed wi th a boundless love

Whose flame wi thi n me rages ;
,

0 say can thi s be the fir e of hell ,

T he glow that will last through all ages ?

0 holy Father Pope U r ban to whom
, ,

To b i nd and to l oose not too mu c h i s ,

O save me fr om the pangs of hell ,

’
And out of the Evi l One s clutches !
H i s hands the Pope ra i sed sadly on hi gh ,

And si gh d t ill these wor ds he ha d spoken

’

Tannhauser most unhappy kni ght

, ,

Th e char m can never be br oken .

The Devi l whom they Venus call

Is m i ghty for hur ti ng and harmin g
I mpowerless qui te to r escue thee
’

From out of hi s talons so charmi ng .

 B OO K OF SO NGS .

And so tby soul must expi ate now

Thy fles hly lusts i nf er nal
Yes thou ar t r ejected yes thou art conde m
, n d
, ,
’

’ ”
To suffer hell s tor ments eter nal .

HE kn i ght Tannhause r r oa md on ti ll
’
hi s
Were so r e wi th hi s wanderings dreary .
’
A t mi dni ght s hour he c ame at length
’
To the Venus mounta in full weary , .

Fair Venus awoke from out of h er sleep ,

And out of her bed sp r ang li ghtly ,

And cla s p d her fai r a nd li ly wh i te arms

’
-

Around h er beloved one t ightly .

From out of her nose the blood fell fast ,

The tear s from her eyes descended ;

’
She cove r d the face of h e r dar li ng kn i ght
Wi th blood a nd tears closely blended .

The kni ght lay qui etly down i n the b ed ,

And not one wor d has he spoken

While Ven us went to the k i tchen to make ,

Some soup that hi s fast m i ght be br oken

, .

She gave hi msoup and she gave h imbread

, ,
’
She was h d h is woun ded feet t oo ,

She comb d hi s rough and matted hai r

’

An d l
a u h d wi th a la ugh full sweet too
’

g , .

Tannhauser dear and noble kn i ght

, ,

Full long hast thou been wanderi ng ;

0 a y i n what lands hast thou thy t ime
s

So far from hence been squanderi ng ?

Dear Venus lovely mi st r ess in truth

, ,

In Italy I have been stayi ng

I ve had some bus ne s s in R ome and now
’ ’

R etu rn wi thout further delayi ng .

R ome st an dson the T i ber just at the spot ,

Wher e seven h ills are meetin g

In R ome I als o beheld the Pope ,

Th e Pope he sends thee h is greeti ng .

138 na me s ’
PO EMS .

And Flor ence I s a w when on my return

,

And then th r o u gh M i lan I hasted ,

And next through S wi tzer land s cr ambled fast ,

And not one moment wasted .

’
And when I tra ve lld over the Alps ,

The snow alr eady was falling

The blue lakes sweetly on me smi led ,

The eagles wer e c i r cli ng and call in g .

And when on the Mount St Gothar d I stood .

,

Below me sno r ed Ge r many loudly ;

Beneath the m i ld sway of thi rty s i x ki ngs -

It slumbe r d calmly and proudly

’
.

In Swabi a I saw the poet i cal school

Of dear li ttle s impleton creatur es ;
They sat together all ranged in a row ,

Wi th ver y di mi nuti ve featur es .

In D r esden I saw a certain dog ,

A spr i g of the ari stocracy ;

cc

H i s teeth he had lost and ba rk d and

’

ye l
ld
’
,

L i ke one of the vulgar democ r acy .

’ ’
AtWei m ar the Muses wi d o w d sea t
, ,

I hear d them thei r senti ments g ivi ng ;

They wept and lamented tha t Goethe was dead ,
’
And Ecker mann still mongst the l iv i ng 1
At Potsdam I heard a very loud cry ,
’
I sai d i n amaze What s the matter
’
T i s Ga n s x at Ber li n who last century s tale
’‘

,
’
Is readi ng and maki ng thi s clatt er .

At t knowledge was blossomi ng sti ll

ti n ge n ,

But br i n ging no fru i t to perfecti on ;

Twas dark as pi t c h when I got ther e at ni ght ,

N0 li ght was in any di rect i on .

In the br i dewell at Zell Hanoveri ans alone

“
Wer e confi ne d ; at o ur next Re formati on
A nat i onal b ri dewell and one common lash
We must have for the whole German nati on .

Th e e mine nt P r ofe ssor a nd Edi to r of H egels

’
work s . He
died in 1839
140 na me s ’
POEMS .

That youthful figure so won dr ous fai r

, ,

No w li es on the ground all pale and dead ;

Hi s blood has dye d each fio we re t red ,

And mourn ful si ghs r esound through the a i r

Adoni s ! Adoni s !
3 CH IL D E HA R OL D
. .

LOW and wear y moves a dr ea r y ,

Stout black b ar k the stream along ;

Vi sors wearing all uncar i ng
,
-
,

Funeral mutes the benches thr ong .

Mongst them dumbly wi th his comely

’
,

Face up tur n d the dead bar d l i es

’

L i vi ng seemi ng towar d the beaming

,

L i ght of heaven sti ll turn hi s eyes .

Fr om the wate r li ke a daughter

,

Of th e str eam s voi ce comes a sig h

’
, ,

And wi th wailin g unavai ling

’
Gai nst the bark the waves dash hi gh .

4 TH E E
. X OR CIS M .

H E young Fr anc i sc an fri ar si ts

In his cloi st er si lent and lonely ;
H e reads a magi cal book whi ch speaks
Of exor c i sms only
,

And when the hour of mi dn i ght kn elld, ’

A n impulse re si stle ss came o e r h im;

’

T h e under ground spi 1i ts wi th pall i d li ps

H e s ummon d to ri s e up befor e him
’

Y e sp i ri ts ! Go fetch me from out of the grave

,

The corpse of my mi stre ss ch e ri sh d ’

F o r thi s one ni ght r e sto r e h e r to lif e

’
R eki ndl i ng Joys long pe r is h d .

The fearful exor ci sing word

H e br e ath es and hi s wi sh i s grante d ;
,

T h e poor de a d beauty i n gr ave c lothes whi te

Appears to h i s vi si on enchanted .

Her look i s mournful her i ce cold breast -

Her si ghs of gri ef cannot smother ;

The dead one si ts herself down by the monk ,

In s ilence they gaze on each other .

 B OOK OF SO N GS . 14]

5 EX TR A CT FR O M A L E T TER
. .

( The S un s ea ks
p .
)
HAT matt er a llmy looks to thee ?
It i s the well known r i ght of the sun
-

To shed down h i s r ays on ev ry one ; ’

’
I beam beca u se ti s proper for me .

What matt er allmy looks to thee 9

Thy duti es bear i n mi nd poor elf ; ,

Qui ck marry , and get a son to thy self

, ,

And so a German worthy be !

I b eam because ti s p r oper for me
’
.

I wander up and down in the sky ,

F r om mer e e nnui I peep from on

What m a tter allm y l ooks to th ee ?

(The P o et sp e aks ) .

It is in
truth my spec i al meri t
That I can bear thy radi ant light ,

Ple dge of an endless youthful sp i ri t ,

Thou daz zli ng beauty , blest and bright 1

But now mi ne eyes are growi ng wea ry ,

Ou my poor eyeli ds fas t are fall

i ng ,

Li ke a black coveri ng the dreary ,

Dark shades of ni ght wi th gloom appalli n g .

f M onkeys )
( Chor us o .

We monk eys we monk ey s, ,

L ike i mpudent flunki es ,

Stare at the sun ,

Wh o can t pre vent i ts be in g done

’
.

(Ch of Frogs )
or us .

The water is bette r ,

But also much wetter

Than ti s in the air
’

And merri ly there

We love to gaze
’
Ou the sun s bri ght rays .
142 mama s ’
POEMS .

( Chorus of M oles ) .

How fooli sh people are to c hatter

Of beams and sunny rays be wi tchi ng l
Wi th us they but pr odu c e an i tch ing
, .

We scratch i t and so end the matter .

A Gl
ow- wor msp ea ks ) .

How boastin gly the s un d i splays

H i s ver y fle e ti n g daily r ays 1
B ut I mnot so im
’
modest qui te
And yet I man i mporta nt li ght
,
’

I m e an by n i ght I mean by ni ght 1

,

T H E EVIL S TA R .

HE star after bea mi ng so bri ghtly

, ,

Fr om the sky fell a vi si on unsi ghtly

,

What is the love by poets sung

A s tar am i d a heap of dung .

’
L i ke a poor mangy dog when he s dyi ng , ,

Beneath all thi s filth i t i s lying ;

Sh rill crows the cock loud grunts the sow
,

And wallows in the fearful slough .

In the gar den 0 had I descended ,

B y fai r flo were ts lovi ngly tended ,

’
Wher e I oft year n d to find my doom ,

A v i rgi n death a fragrant tomb !

,

7 . ANNO 182 9 .

IVE me a wi de and noble fie ld

Wher e I may peri sh de cent] y 1
0 let me in thi s narrow wor ld
Oi shops be not condemned to di e !
They eat full well they dri nk full well
, ,

And revel in their mole li ke bl is s ; —

’
Their magnani mi ty s as great
As any poor box openi ng i s
-
.

Ci gars
they carry i n their mouths ,

Thei r hands we in their breeches vi e w ,

And their di gesti ve powers are gr eat ,

0 could we but di gest them too 1

144 n m ’

s POEMS .

Methi nks I hear the di stant r ingi ng

Of the soft bugle s notes se r ene
’

The watchman s s ongs I hear them s ingin g,

’

’
Wi th Phi lomel s sweet strai ns betwe en .

A t home the bar d a happy vagrant ,

’
In Sch ilda s oak woods loved to r ove
Fr om moonbeams fai r and v i olets fragrant
My tender verses ther e I wove .

9 . A T D A WN .

th e
Faubourg Sa int Mar ce au
Lay the m i st thi s very morni ng ,

M i st of autumn heavy th i ck
, , ,

An d a whi te hued n i ght resembli ng

- .

Wanderi ng through th i s whi te—hued n i ght ,

I beheld before me glid ing

A n enchan ting female fo r m
’
Whi ch the moo n s sweet li ght resembl e d .

Yes she was li ke moonli ght swe et

, , ,

L i ghtly floa tin g tender gracefu l

, ,

Such a slender shape of li mbs

’ ’
I had here i n France ne er wi tness d .

Was i t Luna s self perchance

’

Who wi th some young dear and handsom e

Fond Endymi on h a d to-day
’ ’
In th Quarti er Lat in be en ling r ing ?
On my way home thus I thought
Wher efor e fle d she when she sa w me
D i d the Godde s s th ink that I
Was per ch an ce the Sun God Ph oebus - ’
.

10 S IR OLA V E
. .

1 .

T the door of the cathedral

Stand two men both wearing red ,

And the firs t one i s the mon a rch ,

And the he ads man i s the other .

To the hea dsman spake the monarch

’
By the pri est s s ong I can gather
T hat the weddi ng i s now fin ish d
’

Ke ep thy trusty hatchet re ady 1

 B OO K or SON GS . 145

To the sound of bells an d organ

From the church the people i ssue
’
In a motley throng and mongst them ,

Move the gay dr e ss d bri dal couple

-
’
.

Pale as death and sad and mournful

Looks the monar ch s lovely daughter ’

Bold and joyous looks S ir Olave ,

And h is ruddy lips are s mi lin g .

And wi th smiling ruddy li ps he

Thus the gloomy ki ng addresses
Father of my wi fe good mor ni ng ! ,

Fo r fei ted to d ay my head i s

- .

I to cla y must di e O suffer

- —
,

Suffer me to li ve tillm
,

i dni ght ,

That I may wi th feast and tor ch danc e -

Celebrate my happy weddi ng !

Let me li ve 0 let me li ve si re
, , ,

T i ll I ve dra in d the finalgoblet

’ ’

,
’
T i ll t h e finaldance i s fini s h d
”
Sufie r me to li ve till mi dn i ght 1
'

To the headsman spake the monarch

To o ur son in law a resp i te
- -

Of hi s li fe we grant ti ll mi dni ght

”
Keep thy trusty hatc het ready 1
II

IR OL AV E he s i ts at h i s wed di ng repast ,
And every goblet i s dr a ined at last ;
U pon h i s sh oulde r rec l i nes
H i s wi fe and p ines
A t the doo r the h e adsman i s stand in g .

Th e dance beg ins and Sir Olave take s hold

,

Of hi s youthfulwi fe and wi th haste un co ntr ol ld

’
,
’
They dance by the tor ches glow
Their last dance below
A t the door the headsma n i s stan di ng .

The fiddle s str ike u p so merry and glad , ,

The flu tes they sound so mou rnful and sa d

Whoever the ir danc i ng then sa w
Was filled wi th awe
A t the door the h e ads man is standi ng .

L
146 H a nna s ro a
’
ms .

A n d as they dance i n the echoi ng h all ,

To h i s wi fe speaks Sir Olave unh ear d by them ,

l
al

My love will be ne er known to thee

’

The grave yawns for me

A t the door the headsman i s stand i ng .

III.

IR OL AV E , ti s the m i dni ght hour ,

’

Th y da ys of lif e are numbe r d

’

’ ’
In a ki ng s daughte r s arms i nste ad
T hou thoug hte st to have s lum be r d
’
.

The monks they mutter the prayers for the dead

The man the red coat wear ing
,

Alr eady befor e the black blo ck s tands ,

Hi s po l
’
is h d hatch et beari ng .

Sir Olave descends to the court below ,

Wher e the swor ds and the li ghts a r e gleam ing ;

The ruddy li ps of the Kn i ght they smile ,

And he speaks wi th a countenance beami ng

I ble ss the sun and I bless the moon
, ,

And the stars i n the heavens befor e me ;

I bless too the li ttle bi rds that s ing
’
In the a ir so merr i ly o er me .

I bless the sea and I bless the land ,

And the flow r s that the meadow s l ife are

’ ’

I bless the vi olets wh i ch ar e as soft

,

As the eyes of my own dear wi fe are .

Y e vi olet eyes of my own dear wi fe ,

My li fe f or your s akes I surr ender 1

I bless the elder t ree under whose shade
-
,
”
We pli gh ted ou r vows of love tender .

11 THE
. W A TER NYM PHS .

HE waves were plashi ng agai n st th e lon e stra nd ,

T T h e moon h ad ri sen lately ,

The kni ght was lyi n g upon the whi te sand ,

In vi s i on mus ing gr eatly .

The beau teous nymphs ar ose fr om the dee p ,

Their ve ils around them floa te d ;

They soft ly a ppr oa ch d and fanc i ed that sleep
’

,
’
The youth s repose denoted .
 ’
148 Ha nna s PO EMS .

All nat ure i s budd ing w i th fragrant perfume

How lovely i s love m
,
’
i dst spri ng s splendour !
T h e shepherdess si ghs from her heart O to whom
Shall I my garlands surrender
A horseman is ridi ng besi de the clear brook ,

A kindly greetin g he utters ;

lh e shepherdess vi ews himw i th sorro wful look
‘
,

The plume i n hi s hat gaily h utters .

She weeps and i nto the glidi ng waves fling

Her flo we r y garlands so tender ;
Of kisses and love the ni ghtin gale s in gs
How lovely is love m i dst spri ng s splendour ’
1

14 A L I B E Y
’

. .

’
LI BEY the true Fai th s her o
, ,

Allah gra nte th hi ma foretaste

Her e on earth of heavenly raptur e .

O dalisques as fair as houri s

, ,

L ike gazelles i n every moti on

Wh i le the fir s t his beard i s cur li ng ,

See the second smoothes hi s for eh e ad

'

.
,

And the third the lute 1s playi ng ,

S inging dancing and wi th laughte r

Ki ssi ng himupon his bosom
, ,

Wher e the flame s of bli ss are glowi ng

,

But the trumpets of a sudden

Sound outsi de the s wor ds are rattli ng
, ,

Calls to arms and shots of muskets

Lord th e Franks a r e mar chi ng on u s 1
,

An d the hero mounts hi s war-ste e d,

J oi ns the figh t, but se ems stil
l dreami ng
For he fanci es he is lyin g
’
As before i n mai ds embr aces .

Whilst the heads of th e i nvaders

'

H e i s cutti ng 0 11 by dozens ,

H e i s s miling l ike a lover ,

Yes he softly s mi les and gently

,
.
 BOOK OF SO N GS . 149

15. PS Y CH E .

N h e r hand the little lamp and ,

M i ghty passi on i n h e r br east ,

Psy che cr eepeth to the cou ch wher e

H e r dea r sleeper takes h i s r est .

How she blushes how she tr embles ,

,

When hi s beauty she des cr i es !

H e the God of love un ve ild thus
’

, , ,

Soon awakes and qui ckly flie s .

E i ghteen hundr ed year s repentance ’

1
And the poor th i ng nearly di ed 1
Psyche fasts and wh i ps her self sti ll ,

For she Amor naked sp i ed .

16 . T H E U NKNOWN ONE .

VE R Y day I have a meet ing

Wi th my golden tress ed beauty
-

In t h e Tui leri es fai r garden

’

U nderneath the chesnuts shadow

’
.

Ever y day she goes to walk there

W i th two old and ugly women
Are they aunts or else two soldi er s
M u fil
’
ed up i n women s gar ments ?

Overawed by the mustach i os

Oi her m a sculi ne att endants ,

And sti ll fur ther over awed too

By the feeli ngs i n my bosom ,
I ne er ventured e e n one s i ghi ng
’ ’

Wor d to wh i sper as I p as s d he r ’

And wi th looks I s carcely ventured

Ever to p r oclai m my pass i on .

For the first ti me I to day have -

Learnt h e r name H e r name is Laura

.
,

L i ke the P r ovencal fai r mai den

Wh om the famous poet loved s o .

no w
’
Laura i s her name ! I ve gone
J net as far as Master Petrarch ,

Who the fair one celebr ated

In canzo nas and i n sonnets .
150 nmNE s ’
POEM S .

Laura i s he r name ! li ke Petrarch

I can now platoni cally
R evel i n thi s name euphoni ous
H e hi m self no further ventured .

17 T H E CH A NGE .

’
sh d,
An d thi s year amonce mor e fond
Of the eyes who se colour blue i s ,

Of the hai r whose colour s blond

’
.

Mild the blond one , whom I love now ,

And in meekne ss qui te a gem !

She would be some blest sai nt s i mage ’

Held h er hand a lily stem .

Slender li mbs of wondrous beauty ,

L i ttle fles h much sympathy ;

,

All her soul is glo wi ng but for

Fai th and hope and chari ty .

She mai ntai ns she understan ds not

German ,
but i t can t be so
—
’

’
Hast n e e r read the heavenly poem
Klopstock wrote some time ago ?
18 F OR TUNE
. .

By my own exerti ons merely

All thy favours p r i zed so d e arly .

Thou art over come by me ,

To the yoke I fasten thee

Thou a rt m i ne beyond escapi ng
But my bleed ing wounds are gapi ng .

Allmy r ed blood gushes out ,

’
My li fe s courage to the rout
Soon i s put ; I mva n q u i sh d lyin g
’ ’

And in vi ctory s hour amdyi ng

,
’
.

19 . LA M ENTATION OF A N OLD - GE R MAN Y OUT H.

on whom v i r tue smi les is blest ,

who neglects h e r in structi ons ;

Poo r youth that I a m I a mra i n d ,
’

’
By evi l compani ons se duct i ons .
152 mam s a
’
POEMS .

’
The fir trees listen d i n silence deep
-
,

The flood stood still and listen d ’

The pale moon trembled hi gh up i n the sky ,

’
The wi se stars joyously gliste n d .

Mad am Mette awoke fr om out of her sleep

What si ngi ng ! How sweet th e s educti on !
She put on h er dress and left the house
,

Alas i t pr oved her destruct i on !

,

R i ght th rough the forest ri ght thr ough th e h ood

, ,

She speeded onwar d stra i ghtway ;

Whi le Pete r wi th the m i ght of hi s song
, ,

Allured h er i nsi de h i s own gateway .

’
And when she at morning r e tur n d back home ,

A t the doo r her hus band c aught her

Pr ay tell me good wi fe whe r e you spent the n i ght ?
, ,

Your garments are dri pp i ng wi th water .

’
I spent the ni ght at the wate r nymphs stream -
,

And hea r d the Futur e told by them ;

The mo c ki ng fa i ri es wetted me thr ough
Wi th thei r spl a shes for go i ng too ni gh them
,
.

’
Yo u have not been to the wa te fi nymphs str e a m -
,

The sand ther e cou ld ne er make you muddy ; ’

Your feet good Wi fe a re bleedi ng and torn

, , ,
”
Your c heeks are also bloody .

I spent the ni ght in the e lfin wood ,

T o see the e l fin dan c es

I wounded my feet and face wi th the tho r ns
'

And fir boughs cutt i ng lik e lances

-
.

The e lfin s dan ce in the sweet month of May

Ou flowery plai ns but the chi l
,
ly
Bleak days of aut umn now r ei gn on the earth ,
”
T h e wi nd in the for ests howl s sh ril
ly .

A t Pete r Ni elsen s I spent the ni ght

’

H e sang so mi ghtily to me ,

That through the for est and thr ough the flood
,

H e i rr esi sti bly drew me .

H is song i s mi ghty as death i tself ,

T o ni ght and pe r di ti on alluri ng

Its tuneful glow sti ll bur ns in my heart ,
”
A speedy dea th i nsuri ng .
 BOOK or se x e s . 153

The door of the church i s hung wi th black ,

The funeral bells are ri nging ,
’

Poor Madam Mette s terri ble death

To public noti ce bringing .

Poor Ben der si ghs a s he stands at the bi er

, ,

Twas sad to hear hi mcall so 1

’

I now have lost my beautiful wi fe ,

”
And lost my true dog also .

22 . T H E M E ET ING .

HE
musi c u nder the lin den tree sounds -
,

The boys and th e ma idens dance lightly ;

A mongst them two dance whom nobody knows , ,

Of figur es noble and si ghtly .

They floa t about her e they h oat about there

, ,

In a way that stran ge habi ts expresses ;

They smi le at each other they shake their h eads , ,

The mai den th e youth thus addresses

My han dsome youth upon thy hat ,

Ther e nods a lily splen di d ,

That only grows in the depths of the sea ,

From Adam thou art not descended .

The K elp i e art thou who the fai r vi llage ma i ds

,

Would st allure wi th thy arts of seducti on ;

’

I knew thee at once at the very fir s t si ght

, ,
”
By thy te eth of fis h li ke constructi on
-
.

They floa t about here they floa t about there

, ,

In a way that strange hab i ts exp r esses ;

They smile at each other they shake the ir head s,,

The youth the mai d thus addresses

My handsome mai den tellme why ,

Thy hand so i cy cold i s

And tell me wh y thy sno w whi te dress -

So moi st in eve r y fold is

I knew thee at once at the ve ry fir s t si gh t

, ,

By th y bante ring salutati on ;

Thou art no mortal child of man ,

But the water nymph my relati o n

-
, .
 154 PO EMS
‘ '

Ha nna s .

’
The fiddle s a r e silent and fin i sh d the dance
, ,

They par t li ke si ster and br other ,

They know ea ch other only too well ,

And shun now the si ght of each other .

2 3 KING
. HAR O LD H A R FA GAB .

HE great King Har old H a rf a gar

’
In ocean s depths i s si tti ng ,

Besi de h i s lovely wate r fay ; -

The ye ars a r e over hi mflitt ing .

’ ’
By water spr i te s magi cal ar ts ch ain d do wn
-
,

H e i s ne i the r l i v ing n or dead now ,

And wh ile in th i s state of baneful bl i ss

Two hundred year s have sped now .

The he a d of the k i ng i s lai d on the lap

Of the beaut i ful woman and ever ,

H e yearni ngly gazes up t ow r d her eyes,

’

And looks away from her never .

H i s golden ha i r i s s i lver grey ,

cheekbones (of ti me s march a token )

H is
’

Project like a ghost s from hi s yellow face

’
.

H is body i s wi th er d a nd broken
’
.

An d many a t ime from hi s sweet dream of love

H e suddenly i s waki ng ,
For over h i mwi ldly rages the floo d ,

The castle of glass rudely shaki ng .

He oftenti mes fanci es he hears i n the wi nd

The Northmen shouting out gladly ;
H e ra i s es hi s ar ms wi th joyous haste,
Then lets them fal l agai n sad ly .

He oftenti mes fanci es he hears far above

The s eamen their voi ces rai sin g ,
Th e great Kin g Harold H a rfa gar
In songs her oi cal prai si ng .

And then the kin g from the depth of h i s hea rt

Begi ns sobb ing and wai l i ng and si gh i ng
When qui ckly the wate r fay over himbends,
.

Wi th loving ki sses replyi ng .

156 E mma s ’
PO EMS .

III

HILST these murmur s unava iling

In the lower wor ld found vent ,

Ceres on the ea rth was wai li ng ,

And the crazy goddess w ent ,

Wi th no ca p o n wi t h no collar , ,

And wi th loose di sh eve lld hair ’

U tteri ng i n a vo i ce of dolour
, ,

That l a ment known everywhere

’
Is t the beauteo us spring I see
Hath the earth grown young aga i n 1 '

Sunli t hil ls glow ver d a ntly ,

Bursting through the ir i cy chai n .

Fr om the str eamlet s m i rror bl u e

’

Smiles the now un clouded sky -

,
’
Zephyr s wi ngs wave milder too ,

Youthful blossoms ope thei r eye .

In the grove sweet songs r esoun d ,

Whi le the Or ead thus doth speak

Once agai n thy fio w r s are found ’

,
’ ’
Vai n thy daughte r ti s to s eek .

’
Ah how long ti s s i nce I went
,
’
Fi rst i n sear ch o er earth s wi de face l ’

T i tan all thy r ays I sent

, ,
’
S eeking for the loved one s trace !
Of that for m so dear no ray ,

Hath as yet br ought news to me ,

And the all di s cern ing Day -

Cannot yet the lost one see .

Hast thou Zeus h er from me torn

, ,

Or to O r cus gloomy str eam

’

Hath she been by Pluto bor ne ,

Smi tten by h er b ea uty s beams ’

Wh o wi ll to you dreary strand

Be the herald of my woe ?
Ever leaves the bar k the land ,

Yet but shadows in i t go .

To each blest eye ever mor e

Closed those ni ght l i ke fie lds rema i n ; -

Th e three fol lo win g ve rses ar e ex tra c ted b y H e in e verba t i m

fromSchil er s wellk nown La m Th e ve rs i on of
”
l e nt of Ce re s
’
-

th e mhere gi ven i s tak e n fro mt h e tra nsl l er s P oems

.

a ti o n of Schil
’

publis hed by m e in 1851 .

 B OOK OF SO NGS . 157
’
S tyx no livi ng form e er bore ,
’
S i nce his str eam fir s t was h d th e pla i n .

Th ousand paths le a d do wnwar d ther e ,

N one lead up aga in to li gh t ;

’
And her tears no wi tness e er
’
Bri ngs to her sad mother s si ght .

IV .
’
good wi fe s relat i on 1
d call s o l
I now grant your appli cat i on
I have s ufie r d greatly also 1
’
'

’
Comf or t take 1 we lls hare your daugh t er
’

S weet soc i ety and let h er ,

Have on earth s ix mon th s her quarters

Yearly if you l ike i t better
, .

She when men i n summ er swelter

, ,

Ca n ass i st your rural labours ,

Neath a straw hat taking shelte r

’
,
’
Flow r bedi z e n d li ke her ne i ghbours
’ ’
-
.
,

She can rant when colours glowi n g

,

R obe th e eveni ng sky i n splendour ,

Wh en bes ide the stream i s blo wing

Ou hi s flute a bumpki n tender .

She ll rejo i ce wi th lads and lasses

’

’
A t the harvest home s gay dances -
,

And amongst the sh e ep and as s es

Be a l i oness the chance i s
, .

’
I ll r ecrui t my sp iri ts sinkin g
Here 1n Or cus i n a cante r ,

Mi ngled pun ch and Lethe d rinki ng ,

”
And for get my wife in stanter 1

THI NK S at tiin e s thy b r ow is sh ad ed

Wi th ye a r n i ngs that in sec r et dwell
Th y hapless lot I know full well ;
Lost love a li fe unti mely faded !
,

Thou n od d s t a sad assent 1 I never

’

Ca n gi ve thee bac k thy youthfulpri me

Th y hea rt s woes cannot heal wi th ti me
’

”
A faded li fe love lost for eve r 1
,
158 Ha ms ’
PO E MS .

15 . M I S C E LL A N I E S .

1
. M ULE D OM .

HY father , a s i s known to a ll ,

A donkey was beyond deni al ,

Thy mother on the other hand

A noble brood mare proved on tri al
-
.

Thy mulish nature worthy fr i end, ,

Though li ttle li ked a thing of course is ;,

Yet thou canst say wi th per fect truth ,

,

T hat thou belongest to the horses .

’
Thou sp ri ng st fr om p roud Bu cephalus ;
Thy fathers were wi th the invader s
Who to the Holy Sepulchre
Oi old ti me went the famed Crusaders , .

’
Thou counte s t mongst thy r elati ves
The c har ger ri dden by th e glori ous
Sir Godf rey of Boui llon the day
H e took God s town wi th arm v i ctor i ous
’
.

’
Thou cans t aver that Bayard s steed
Thy cousi n was and sa y (andante )
,

T hi ne aunt the kni ght Don Qui xote bore ,

The most heroi c R os i nan te .

’ ’
But Sancho s donkey thou lt not own
A s kin he being much too lowly ;
,
’ ’
Thou lt e en di sown the ass s foal ’

T hat whil om e bore the Sa vi our holy .

And thou art not obli ged to sti ck

A long ear su rely in thy scutch e on ;
—

Of thi ne own value be the judge ,

An d thou wilt never lay too much o n .

2 THE S YM B O L OF MA D NESS
. .

L now begi n to s in g the song

a Number of mu ch r eputati on ,

Known by the name of Number Three

To joy succeeds vexati on .

Though spr ung from an old Arabi an stock,

In C hri sti an e st imati on
Nothi ng in Eur ope hi gher stood
Than this Number of proud reputati on .
16 0 Ha r ms ’
PO EMS .

And neverthele ss I wi thstood all assaults

Of darkness and sensual i ty ,

A nd s afely p r e s erved my virgi n charms ,

Desp i te their cruel brutali ty .

What u se is my virtue now ? By the wi se

And the fools I a mevil entreated ;
The wo r ld i s wi cked and ne er content
,
’

T i ll every one i s cheated .

But cheer up my heart 1 thou still hast left

,

Thy fai th and hope a nd chari ty ,

Wi th excellent co ffee and glasses of r um

”
Above the r ea ch of vulgari ty .

3 P R ID E
. .

CO UNTESS G U DEL of Gude lfe ld town ,

’
Because you are wealthy you r e held in r eno wn
,

Wi th not less than four horses c ontented ,

A t court you are duly pr e sented ;

In carri age of gold you go li ghtly
To the castle wher e wa xligh ts gleam bri ghtly ;
,

U p the ma r ble sta i rs rustle

Your clothes wi th their bustle
And then at the top on the lan
,

, di ng
The servants in gay dres s es stan ding
Shout : Madame la Comtesse de Gude lfe ld !
Your fan in your hand tal ki ng loudly
, ,

Through the c hamber you wander on proudly ;

Wi th di amonds gai ly bediz e n d ’
,
’
In pearls and Brussels lace p r i s on d ,

Your snowy bosom wi th madness

Is heavin g i n un cont rolld gladness ’
.

What smi les nods polite i nte rjecti ons !

, ,

What c ur t sies and deep ge nufie xi ons !

T h e Duche ss of Pavi a
C alls you her ca mm ia
The nobles and cour ti ers advanci ng
Invi te you to jo in in the danci ng ;
An d the hei r to the crown (who s thought w i tty)
’

Says loudly How graceful and pr etty

Are allth e ster n movements of Gudelfeld l
 BOO K or SO NGS . 16 1

But if,
poo r creatur e you money di d lack
, ,

T h e world would stra i ghtway show you i ts bac k ;

The ver y lackeys wi th loathing
Wo uld sp i t on your clothi ng
’
Stead of bows and c i vi li ty ,

Nought bu t vulga r scurri li ty ;

The Du che ss would cross herse lf rudely ,

An d the Cr own Pri nce take snuff and say shrewdly ,

S h e smel
ls of ga r li c thi s Gude lfe ld !
—

4 . AWAY 1
F by one woman th ou rt j ilted love ’

Another and so fo r get her ;

,

T o pack up thy knap sack and strai ght remove ,

Fr om th e to wn wi ll be st ill better .

’
Thou lt soon di scover a blue lake fai r ,

By weep ing wi llows surrounded ;

’
Thy tr ifli ng gri ef thou lt weep away th e re ,

Thy pangs so li ttle founded .

Whilst cli mb i ng up the hi llsi de fa st ,

’
Thou lt pant and groan full loudly
But when on the r ocky s ummi t at last ,

Thou lt hear the eagle scr eam proudly

’
.

A n eagle thy s e l
’
f thou lt seem to be ,

Ne w l i fe the change wi ll bestow thee

’
Thou lt feel thou hast lost when thus set
-

No t much i n the world below thee .

5WINTER
. .

HE cold may burn us s adly

L ike fir e and mortals hurry
,

Ami dst the snowdrift mad ly ,

Wi th sti ll in creasin g flur ry

-
.

0 wi nter ste r n and ch il ly ,

When fr ozen are o ur no se s ,

An d p i ano strummi ng silly

-

Our ears so di s compo se s l

I li ke th e summer only
Wh en 1n the wood I mrovi ng ’

Wi th my own gri efs all lonely -

,

And scanni ng verses lovi ng .

16 2 Ha ms ’
POEMS .

6 . T H E OLD CH IM NE Y P IECE .

U T SID E fall the sn owfla ke s l i ghtly

T hr ough the ni ght , loud raves the
In my r oom the fir e glows bri ghtly ,

And tis cosy si lent warm

’

, ,
.

Musi ng sit I on the settle

’
By the fir el i gh t s cheerful blaze ,

L i ste ni ng to the busy kettle

Humm i ng long for gott en lays -
.

An d besi de me si ts a ki tten ,

Warmi ng at the blaze h e r feet

Stran gely are my senses smi tten
As the fli cke ri ng fla me s they meet .

Many a dimlong buri ed story -

O er me soon beg i ns to ri se
’
,

But wi th dead and faded glo r y

And in stra nge and ma sk d di sgui se
,
’
.

Lovely women wi th shrewd face s

Greet me wi th a secr et smi le ,

Then the harlequi ns run races ,

Laughing merri ly the whi le .

D i stant marble gods nod kin dly -

,

Dreami ly besi de them gr ow

Fable flo w r s whose leaves wave bli ndly
-
’

In the moonl i ght to and fro .

Magi c castles once resplendent

, ,
’
R ui n d now in s i ght appear ;,

Kni ghts i n armour squir es attendant ,

Qui ckly follow in thei r re a r .

lthese vi si ons
Al I d i scover
As wi th shadowy haste they pas s ,
’
Ah the kettle s boi l i ng over
, ,

And the ki tten s burnt alas 1 ’

7 . LONGING .

H OU beholdest i n thy vi si on
’
Fable s s ilent fiow r s before thee
’

And a yearni ng wild steals o er thee ’

At their fragrant scent elysian .

164 na me s ’
POEM S .

Still I doubt such a be ing if

Wi ng d i s must be c onfes s d ;
’

,
it
’

I have recently been see i ng

Wi ngless angels I pr o test , .

Wi th thei r dear and lovi ng glance s

Wi th their lovi ng hands so whi te
Men they guard and a lladvance s ,

Oi mi sfortune put to fli gh t .

Ever y one can comfort borrow

Fr om their favour and r egard ;
Most of a llthat ch i ld of sorrow
Whom the people calla bard .

16 . P OE M S F O R T H E T I M E S .

1 SOU ND D OCTR INE

. .

U I CK , beat the drum and be not afra i d , ,

suttle r mai den l Win gly ki ss ;

-

Th i s i s the whole of knowledge i n truth , ,

The deepes t book learni ng li es i n thi s .

Qui ck drum the people out of their sleep

, ,

And dr um the r éveille wi th the ardour of youth,

And as you ma r ch cont inue to dru m ,

Thi s i s the whole of knowl e dge in truth ,

.

’
All Hegel s philosophy here i s found ,

Th e deepest book le arni ng li e s i n thi s

-

I ve found i t out because I mno fool

’

,
’

And also because I drum not ami ss .

2 . AD A M T H E F IR S T .

E ND AR M E S of heaven wi th flaming swor ds

’
Thou se nt s t in cr uel fashi on ,
’
And dr ov s t me o ut of Paradi se
Wi thout the least compassi on .

In search of another country I ,

And my wi fe from Eden hasted ;

Thou canst not al te r the fact tha t ther e
The tre e of knowl edge I tasted .
 B OOK OF SO NGS . 16 5

Thou canst not alte r the fact that I know

Thy weakness and many blunder s ,

However mi ghty thou s ee me s t to b e

When wi eld ing d eath and th unders .

O heavens how p i ti ful i s th i s

,

Consi l ium a be un di !
I call i t a M agni ficus
Of eart h a Lumen Mund i
, .

I s hall not mi ss the spaci ous re alm s

Of Parad i se one m i nute
It is no genuine Par ad ise
When trees for bi dden a r e i n i t .

I clai m my full u nfe tte r d ri ghts 1 ’

The sli ghtest li m i tati on

Changes my Parad i se at once
To helland desolat i on .

3 . WA R NING .

OR T HY perd i t i on ’
fri end ,
t Wil
lbe
f pri nt i ng
Wouldst thou money earn or honour
Thou must bend in meek submi ssi on .

Never in thi s manner fli gh ty

Shouldest thou befor e the publi c
Thus have spoken of the parsons
An d of mo nar chs hi gh and mi ghty !
Fri end thou lt be by all fo r saken !
,
’

Pri nce s have long arms th e parsons ,

Have long tongues and then the publi c ,

Have long ears or I mmi s ta ke n l

,
’

4 TO A
.
Q U O ND AM FOL L OWE R OF G OE T HE
( 1832 )
A S T thou then superi o r ri sen
. ,

To th e chilly dr eam of glor y

’
Whi ch gr eat We imar s poet hoary
Wove ar ound thee , lik e a pri son
A r e thy old fr i endsbore s now vo t ed
Clara , Gret chen , names fami li ar ,
—
’
Serlo s ch a ste mai d and Ott i li a ,

In the Wa hlve r wa nds cha ft noted ?

16 6 mam ’
a s POEM S .

Th ou rt
’
wi th Germany enchanted ,
Art become a M i gnon hater, -

’
And thou seek st for freedom grea ter
Th an Philina ever granted .

L ike a L un ebur goma ste r ,

Thou dost battle for the nati on ,

Holdi ng up to exe crati on

Ki ngs as caus ing all di sas te r
, .

And I bear w i th pleasure hearty ,

What a pi tch thy pra i ses gro w to ,

An d how th ou r t a Mirabeau too

’

, ,

A t each Luneburg tea party 1 -

5 T HE S E CR ET
. .

E si gh not and the eye s not moi st en d

,
’ ’

We laugh at ti mes, we often smile ;

In not a look in not a gesture
,

The secret comes to light the while .

Deep in our bleedin g spi r i t hi dden

It li es i n s ilent m
,

i s er y ;
If in our wild h eart i t fin ds language ,
’
The month s sti ll closed co nvulsi vely .

Ask of the sucklin g in the cradle

Ask of the dead m
,

a n i n the grave ;

They may pe r chance di sclose the secret

T o whi ch I never utt ra nce gave ’
.

6 . ON THE WAT C HMAN S AR R IV AL '

IN P A R IS .

OOD watchman wi th face so sad and despai r ing ,

My dear fellow countrymen how are th ey fari ng

-
,

My fatherland is i t from tyranny freed

,
’
Alls going on well and l i berty s blessi ng
’

Is showeri ng silently on us i ts st or es ,

And Germany calmly and safely pr ogre ssi ng

, ,

U nfolds and develops herself wi thi n doo rs .

U nlike France su pe rfici alar e none of h er blos som

,
s ,

Th er e freedom but touches the outs i de of li fe ;

Tis but in the depths of the ir i nner most boso ms
’

T hat fre e dom wi th Germans is found to be rife .

16 8 mam s a
’
POEMS .

He
’
came and saw and eonq uer d to o
Each fai r one welcomed himi n
H i s black moustache was wett ed through
Wi th tear s of German women .

R es i stance was va i n 1 In every land

T hat the fo r e i gn i nvaders c ame to ,

The Emper or vanqui shed the gentlemen and ,

T h e drum major each ma i den and dame t oi

-

Our sorr ows full long we pati ently bo r e

’
L i ke oaks wi th no one to heed em
, ,

U nt il th e Authori ti es gave a s once mor e

The si gnal to battle for freedom .

L ike buffaloes ru shi ng on to the fr ay ,

’
We t os s d our horns up pr oudly ,

The yoke of Fr ance we cast away ,

The songs of K 6 rn er san g loudly .

0 terri ble verses ! the tyrant s ear

’

A t the ir awful sound r evolted

The Emper or and the drum major in fear -

Preci p i tate ly bolted .

They both of them r e a p d the wage s of s in

’

And came to an end i nglori ous

The Emperor Napol eon tumbled i n
The hands of the Bri tons vi cto ri ous .

’
In Sai nt Helena hi s t i me he now p a ss d
In martyrdom banis h d fr om France Si r
,
’

, ,

And after long s uff r in g d i ed at last

, ,

Of that terri b le a i lment cancer .

The poor drum major t o o fell i n di sgrace

—
, , ,

And lost h i s si tuat i on

In our hotel he took the place
Of boots — wha t degradat i on 1
,

He warms the oven he scours the pots

, ,

And wood and water fetches ;

H i s grey head wags as he wheez ingly trots
U p the sta i rs so weak the poor wr etc h is
,
.

When Fri tz comes to se e me he fin ds hi m se h ,

Incl ined to jeer and rally

The comi cal lanky poor old e lf
A nd hi s moti ons shilly shally -
.
 B OOK OF S ONGS . 169

0 Fri tz , a truce to rai lle r y , please !

The sons of Germany never
Should fallen greatness love to te a se ,

Or to torment endeavour .

Such people you ought to r ega rd wi th pri de

And filialp i ety rather
Per cha nce u pon the mothe r s s i de ’

The old man i s your father

8 D E G E N E R A CY.
.

AS Nature s self been goi ng backwa rd

’

And human faults a ssum i ng then 9 ,

The ver y plants and beasts I fancy , ,

No w lie as much as mor talmen .

’
I trust not in the l i ly s chasteness
’
The colour d fop the butt e rfly , ,

Toys Wi th h er ki sses round her flutters ,

, ,

T i ll lost i s all h er puri ty .

The Vi olet s modesty mor eover

’

I hold full cheap The li ttle flower .

Wi th the coquetti sh br eezes t rifle s ,

In secret pants for fame and power .

I doubt if Phi lomel appr eci ates

The tune she sing s wi th pompous m i en ;
She over does i t sobs and w a r bles
, ,

Methi nks from nought but pure rou ti ne .

Truth fr om the earth i s fast depart i n g ,

The days of Fai th a r e also o e r ’

Th e dogs still wag the ir t ails smell b a dly ,

And yet ar e fai thful now no more .

9 . H EN R Y .

N Ca nos sa
’
castle courtyard
s

Stands the German Caes ar H enry ,

Ba refoot clad in pen i tent i al

,

Shi rt the ni ght i s cold and ra i ny

—
.

F r o mthe wi ndow hi gh above hi m

P e ep two figur e s and the moonl i ght
,
’
G rego r y s bald head illum i nes
And the bo som of Mathi ld a .
17 0 Ha ms ’
P OEMS .

Henr y Wi th h i s l ips all palli d

, ,

Murmur s pi ous pater noster s

Yet i n hi s i mperi al heart he
Secr etly r evolts and spe a ks thus
In my di stant Ger man country
U pwa r d ri se the stur dy mountai ns
In the mountain p i ts i n si lence -

Gro ws the i ron for the war axe -

.

In my di stant German cou ntr y

U pwar d ri se the fin e oak forests ; -

In the loft i est oak stem mongst them —

’

G r ows the handle for the war axe -

.

Thou my dea r and fai thful coun try

, ,

Wi lt beget the her o also

Who in t im e Wi ll c r ush th e serpent
”
Of my sorrows wi th hi s war axe - .

10 L IFE S J C U R NE Y
'
. .

laughter and sin ging ! Th e sun s ray s ’

crossi ng
Each other gleam br i ghtly the bi llows are to ssi ng
Th e joyous bark and ther e I recl ined
,

Wi th fri ends beloved and li ghtsome mi nd .

’ ’
The bark was pr e sently wr e ck d and sh a tte r d
My fri ends wer e poor s wimmers and soon were
,

d,
’
s ca tter
And a llwere drown d in our father land ;
’

,
’
I was thr own by the storm on the Se i ne s far strand
Another shi p I now ascended ,

My journey by new compani ons attend e d ;

B y strange waves t oss d and r ock d I depart
’ ’

How far my home how heavy my heart

Once mor e ari ses that si ngi ng and laughte r
The wi nd pi pes loud the pla nk s crack soo n after
,
’
In heaven i s q u en ch d the last last star
How heavy my heart ! My home how far !
11 TH E NE W J E WISH H OS P IT A L A T H A M BURG
. .

’
HOSPI TAL for J ews who re si ck and needy ,

For those unh a ppy threefold sons of sorr ow ,

A ffli cte d by th e th ree most di re mi sfortunes

Of poverty di sease , and Juda ism
, .
17 2 mm P OEM S .

Pelted by vile abusi ve s warms

Wi th r otte n apples i n di sor der , ,

U nder an escort of gendarme s

’
You rea ch d at length the Ger man bor der
There you stood still A tear you wi ped .

Away the well known posts on spyi ng

,
-

’
Wh i ch li ke the zebr a 8 back are stri ped ,

Wi th heavy heart as follows si ghi ng :

Aranjuez ln lightsome mo od
,

Once s ta y d I in thy halls so splendi d

’

When I befor e K i ng Ph i li p stood ,

By all his pr oud grandees attended .

H e gave me an appr ovi ng smi le

When I the Mar qui s Posa a cted ;
My pr ose he could not reli sh wh i le ,

h
My verses i s applause at tracted “ .

13 . TH E TE ND E NC Y .

E RMAN bar d ! e xtol our glori ous

German fr eedom that thy lay ,

May possess our souls and fire us , ,

And to mi ghty deeds i nspire us ,

L i ke the Mar se illai se noto ri ous .

Be no mor e l i ke Werther tender

, , ,

Who for Lotte s igh d all day ; ’

Thou shouldst tell the people pr oudly

What the bells pr ocla i m so loudly ,

Speak of di rks swor ds no s urrender, ,

Gentle flutes no mor e r esemble ,

Be not so i dylli c pray ! ,

F ir e the mortars beat to quarte r s

Crash kill thunde r make them tr em
, ,

, ,
bl
c ,
.

Cr ash kill thunder lik e a devi l

, ,

T illthe last foe fli e s away

To thi s cause devote thy singi ng ,

Thy poeti c efforts brin gi ng

’
To the common public s level .

”
S ee S chi lle r s Pla y of D on Carl
’
os .
 s oon or SONGS . 17 3

14 TH E CH ILD
. .

HE good the ir gifts in dr eam e njoy ,

How di d i t far e Wi th thee

’
Scarce fee ling i t you ve got a boy ,
,

Poor vir gin Germany !

Thi s boy an urchi n froli csom e
Ere long shall we behold ;
A firs t rate archer he llbe co me,
-
’

As Cupi d was of old .

He ll pi er ce the soa ri ng e agle thr ough ;

’

An d proudly though he fly
, ,

The double headed eagle too

-

Struck by hi s bolt shall di e ,

.

But that bli nd heathen God of love

Will he resemble not
In weari ng nei ther clothes nor glove ,

Nor be a sans culotte - .

The s easons in our land combine

Wi th mor als and poli ce
To make both old and young i ncline
To wear their clothes in peace .

15 TH E P R OMIS E
. .

OU no more shallbar efoot crawl so

Through the di rt poo r German fr eedo m
,

Stockin gs (as you h nd you need em) ’

You shall have and stout boots also

,
.

As respects your head upon i t ,

’
To prote c t your ears from free z in
In the chilly Winte r season -

You shallhave a n i ce warm bonnet .

You shall have too savoury m es ses

, ,

G r and the futur e that s before you i

’ ‘

Let no Satyr I implore you

, ,

Lure you onward to excesses I

Do not haste on fast and faster !
R ende r as becomes i nferi ors
, ,

Due r esp e ct to your superi ors

And the worthy burgomaste r .
 ’
17 4 N
H E I E S P OEM S.

16 . TH E OH A NGEL ING .

CHIL D Wi th monstr ous pumpki n he ad ,

Gr ey pi gtai l and mousta che li ght red

, ,

Wi th lanky arms and yet stupendous ,

No bo wels yet wi th maw t r emendous

, ,

A changl ing wh i ch a Cor por al

Into our cr adle h ad let fall
On steali ng fr om i t our own baby
Thi s mons te r falsehood s chi ld (or may be
’

, ,
’
Twas i n reali ty the son
Of hi s own favouri te dog alone)
What need to say how much we Sp urn i t
’
For heaven s sake drown i t or else burn i t I
,

17 . T HE E MP E R OR OF CH INA ?

f ulbor e,
dandy ;
But I ma mi ghty Emper or
’

And love a bumper of br andy .

These glori ous dr aughts all others s urpass

In thi s their magi cal power
,

As soon as I have d r ain d my glass ’

AllChi na bursts i nto flower .

The M i ddle Ki ngdom bursts i nto li fe ,

A blossomi ng meadow seeming ;

A man I wellni gh become and my Wi fe ,

Soon gi ves me si gns of teemin g .

Ou every si de abundance rei gns ,

The si ck no longer need poti ons

Confuci us Cour t ph i losopher gain s
,
-
,

D isti nct and posi t i ve noti ons .

The ryebr ead the soldi ers used to eat

Of almond cakes i s made now
The very vagabonds i n the street
In silk and sat in parade now .

The kni ghtly Or der of Mandar i ns ,

Those weak old i nvali ds dai ly ,

Are gai n i ng str ength and filling their sk ins ,

And shaki ng their p i gtai ls gai ly .

Evide ntly a satire on th e K ing of P russia .

17 6
’
HEINE S POE M S.

19 . T O TH E WA T CHM A N
e i )
( Ou a r ce nt occa s on .

F heart a n d style r emai n st i ll tr ue ,

’
Illnot object whate ver you do ,
.

My fr i end I never Wi ll mi stake you

, ,

E en though a Counsellor they make you

’
.

They now are ra i si ng a terr i ble d in

’
Because you ve been swor n as a Counsellor in ;
F r om the Sei ne to the Elbe regar dless of reason
For months they ve d e clai md thus agai nst your
, ,
’ ’
sa d

H is p r ogre ss onward is changed of late

To pr ogress bac kward ; 0 answer us strai ght ,

On Swabi an crabs are you really ri ding

Is t only court la di es you now take pri de i n
’
-

Perchance you are ti red a nd long for r est ,

’
Allni ght on your horn you ve been blowi ng your best ,

And now on a nai l you qui etly stow i t

No longer for Germany s hobby you ll blow i t
’ ’
.

You lie down i n bed and strai ghtway clo se

,

Your eyes but vainly you s eek for repose ;

,

Before the wi ndow the m o ckers salute us

Awake L i berator ! What ! sleepi ng B r utus
, ,

Ah bawler s like these can never know why

,

The best of watchmen ce ases to cr y

These young br aggadoci os cannot di scover
Wh y man hi s exerti ons at length gi ves over .

You ask me how matters a r e go i ng on her e

N o b r eeze i s sti rr in g the atmosphere s clear ;
’

The weathercocks all a r e p e rp lex d not di scerning ’

The pr oper dire ct i on in whi ch to be turn in g .

2 0 C ONS OL IN G T H OUGH TS
. .

In Caesar s bosom hi s ch illy dagger !

’

The R omans thei r tyr ants loved to stagger .

No R omans are we tobacco we smoke , ,

Each nati on i ts favouri te ta ste ca n i nvoke

Each nati on i ts speci al meri t poss e sses
The fin es t dumpli ngs Swabia dresses .
 soo n o r SONG S . 177

But Ge rmans are we , ki ndhear ted and brave ,

We sleep as s o undly as though i n the grave ;

And When we awake our thirst is excess i ve ,,

n ut n o t for the blood of tyrants Oppr essi ve .

’
T is our grea t pri de to be as true
As heart of oak and linden too
The land whi ch oaks and li ndens gi ves bi r th to
Ca n neve r p r oduce a Brutus of wor th to o .

’
And e en if amongst na a Brutus wer e found ,

No Caesar exi sts in the count ry r ound ;

Despi te all hi s search he would h nd hi mnever , ,

We make good ginger br ead however .

VVe and th i rt y master s and lords

ve s i x-
’
-
,

( Not one too many 1) who wear the ir swor ds

And stars on their r egal br easts to p r otect them ;
The Ides of Mar ch can never a ffect them .

We call them Father and Fatherland ,

We call the co untry they command

By r i ght of descent and love to call so,

We love sour c r out and sausages also

-
.

And when our Fathe r walks i n the str eet

We take o ff our hats wi th r ever ence meet
Our guileless Ger many injur ing no man , ,

Is not a den of murder ers R oman .

2 1 TH E
. WOR L D T U R NE D UP SID E D OWN .

HE
’
world i s topsy turvy t uru d -
,

We walk feet u pwa r d s i n i t ; -

The woodco cks shoot the spor tsmen do wn ,

A dozen in a mi nute .

The lves ar e seen to r oast the c ook

ca ,

Ou men are ri di ng the hor ses ;

On freedom of teac h ing and laws of li ght
The Catho lic owl di sc our ses .

The her rin g i s a s ans c ulotte -

,

Th e tru t h i s told by Betti na ,

And puss in boots brin gs Sophoc les

- -

On the stage Wi th lear ned demeanour

,
.

x
17 8
’
nw s P OEM S
'

H .

Ah ape for Ge rman her oes has bui lt

A Pantheon for glor y zealous
And Massmann has lately been usin g a co mb
,

A s Ge rman papers tellu s .

The Ger man bears I gri eve to say , ,

Are athei sts unbel i evin g ,

And in the i r pla c e the parr ots of F r ance

Th e Ch ri sti an fai th a r e r e cei vi ng .

The Moni te ur of U cker mar k

Wi th equal frenzy seems smi tten ;
The dead have on the l i ving ther e
The vi lest ep i taph wr i tte mT
Then let u s not swim agai nst the strea m ,
’
Good fii e nds twould serve us but badly ;
But let us as cend the T e mpleh of hi ll 1 ,
”
Long l i fe to the kin g 1 shout ing gladly .

2 2 E NLIGH I E NM E NT
’ ‘
. .

the scales that dimmd thy vi si on ’

M i chael ? Canst thou see

’
How they r e steal ing i n deri s ion
Allthe choi cest foo d fr om thee
In r eturn di vi ne enjoyment
,

Pr om i se they in r ealms above ,

’
Wher e the angels sole employment
Is to cook us fle shle ss love .

Mi ch a el hath thy fai th gro wn weaker

, ,

Or thy appet i te more strong 9 .

Thou dost grasp l i fe s spar kling beaker ’

And thou sin g s t a her o so ng

’
-
.

Fear not Mi chael take thy pleasure

,
’
Wh i le on earth and eat what s good ;
,

When th ou rt dead thou lt ha ve full lei sure

’

,
’

To di gest in pea ce thy food .

A p ol it e all a te Ki n
usion to th e l g of Bava ri a a nd h is
Wa lli a lla
m
.

1 This refe rs” to a p oe o f Freilg ra th s, e nt tled Th e D ea d

'
i ’

i
to th e L i vi ng, for whi ch h e wa s pros e cu te d , bu t a c u i tted , i n q
1848 .

i Ab i ll cl ose to B erl
in .
180 mama ’
s P OEM S .

F orGermany I less should care

If my dear mother wer e not there ;
My father land Wi ll never per i sh
But she may di e whom most I cheri sh
, .

S i nce I my nati ve land saw last ,

’
Into the tomb have many pa s s d
Whom I so love d When of them thi nkin g
—

How sadly bl e eds my sp i ri t sinki ng !

I needs mus t count them as I co unt —

My sor ro ws hi ghe r h i gher mount ;

,

I fe el as though e a ch corpse wer e lyi ng

U pon my b r east T hank G od they r e flyi ng
’
—
,

T hank God ! for through the window pane —

’
Fr an ce s cl e ar dayli ght br eaks aga i n ;
My fai r w ife enter s s weetly smi li n g
, ,

And all my Ger m a n cares beguilin g !

NE W S P R I NG .

P R OLOG U E .

OM E T IM E Swhen o er pi ct ures t urni ng

’
,

You have seen the man per chance ,

Who i s for the battle yearn ing ,

Well eq u ipp d Wi th shi eld and lan ce

-
’
.

Yet young loves a re hov ri ng round hi m ’

Steali ng lance and swor d away

They wi th flo w r y chai ns have bound hi m
’

T hough he st r uggle 111 d i smay .

I,too i n such char ming fetter s

, ,

B i nd myself wi th sad del i ght ,

An d I leave i t to my betters
In t ime s mi ghty figh t to figh t
’

1
.

B ATHthe whi te tree si tti ng sadly ,

Thou dost hear the fa r wi nds wai ling ,

’
Seest how the mute clouds o e r thee
Are their forms in mi s t fas t veil
i ng ;
 B OOK OF SO N GS . 18 1

Soe st how all beneath seems p cri sh d

’ ’

Wood and plai n how shor n and drea ry ;

,

R ound th e e w i nte r i n thee wi nte r

, ,

F r ozen is thy heart and we ar y .

Sudden downwar d fall upon thee

Flakes a llwhi te and wi th vexat i on
, ,

Thou dost thi nk th e tree i s show r ing ’

Snow dust from that elevat i on

-
.

Soon wi th joyful star t thou fin de s t

T i s no snow—dust cold and fr e ez ing ;
’

Fragrant blossoms t is of sp r i ngti me ’

’
C ov ri n g thee and fondly teas ing .

What a sh u dd rin g sweet e nch a nM e nt 1

’
-

Into May i s wi nter turn ing ,

Snow hath changed i tself to blossoms ,

And thy heart Wi th love i s yearni ng .

N the wood , the verdur e s

’
shooti ng ,
’
J o y— o ppre ss d , l i ke some
fai r mai den
Yet the sun laughs sweetly do wnwar d
”
Welcome young spri ng r apture laden l
, ,
-

Ni gh t i ngale I I hea r thee also ,

P i ping bl i ssful sad and lonely
,
-
,

Sobb i ng tones and long prot r a c ted -

,

And thy song of love is only !

3 .

HE beauteous eyes of the Sp r ing s fair n i ght ’

Wi th comfort are downwar d gaz ing :

If love h ath made thee so small i n our s ight ,

Yet love hath the power of r ai s ing .

Sweet Ph i lomel si t s on the l i nden gr een ,

H e r notes melod i ously blendi ng

’

And as to my soul her song p i e r ceth e en ,

My s oul once mor e is di stend ing .

THI GH flo we r I love , I cannot d isco ver ;

Thi s gri ef doth i part m .

In eve r y cal i x I sea r ch li ke a lover,

A n d see k a h ea rt .
182 mama s ’
POEM S .

The flowerssmellsweet in the sun s setti ng splendour ’

The n i ghtin ga le s i ngs .

I seek for a heart that lik e my heart i s tender ,

And li ke i t spri ngs .

The ni ghti ngale sin gs ; hi s sweet song voi d of gladness , ,

Comes home to my b r e ast ;

’
We r e both so o p pre ss d and h eavy wi th sad ness
’

,
’
S o sa d and op pr e ss d .

WEE T May hath come to love us ,

Flower s t r ees their blossoms don ;

, ,

And through the blue heavens above us

The rosy clouds move o n .

The n i ghtingales ar e s in ging '

On leafy pe r ch aloft
The snowy lambs are sp r inging
In clover green and soft .

I cannot be sin ging and spri nging ,

Illin the grass I l ie

I hear a di stant ringi ng ,

And dream of days gone by .

6 .

OFTLY through my spiri t ri ng

Bli ssf ultones loved dearly ;
Sound thou li ttle song of spr in g
, ,

Echo i ng far and clearly .

So und ti ll thou the home co mst n i gh

,
’

Of the vi olet tender ;

And when thou a r ose dost spy ,

Say my love I send her

,
.

7
e rose the butt e rfiy s deep i n ’

times hoveri ng r ound

But r ound h i mself all tender li ke gold
, ,

The sun s sweet r a y i s hoveri ng found

’
.

Wi th whom i s the rose herself i n love

’
A n answer I d fai n rece i ve .

Is i t th e si ngin g ni ghti nga le

Is i t file silent star of eve
18 1 HEINE S
‘

Pu mas .

She i s a homely w ife and ki nd ,

’
B r oods well and ne er i s seen to pout
,

Th e father makes h i s ch i ld r en find

Past i me i n studyi ng thi ngs devout .

10 .

’
HEwarm and balmy spring n i ght s a ir -

Hath wak e n d ever y flowe r

’

An d take I not the greatest ca r e ,

’
My hear t must succumb to love s power .

But wh i ch of all the flo wery throng

Is l ik ely most to snar e me
The ni ghtin gales say i n thei r blissful song
, ,

Of the l i ly I ought to bewar e me .

11 .

M sore p e rplex d the bells

’
’
,
ri ngi ng a re ,

And by my sen ses I feel for saken

The spr ing and two fai r eyes together
Agai nst my heart an oath have taken .

The spri ng and two fai r eyes together

Lur e on my heart to a new i llusi on
Meth inks the ni ght ingales and roses
Have much to do w i th all my confus i on .

12 .

H I yearn for tears all bur n i ng -

,

Tear s of love and gentle woe ,

And I tr emble lest th i s year n ing

A t the last should o ve r flo w .

’
Ah ! love s pangs that sweetly lan gui sh ,
,

And love s b i tte r joy so blest

’

, ,

Cr eep again wi th heavenly anguis h

, ,

Into my s c arce heal ed br east .

HE eyes of spri ng so azure , ,

A r e peep ing from the gro und

They are the dar li ng vi ol e ts ,

T hat I in nosegays bound .

 BOO K or sorre s . 185

I pluck them th inki ng deeply

, ,

And all the thoughts so dear ,

That i n my hear t are s i ghin g ,

T h e n i ghti n gale sings clear .

Yes all my thoughts she s in geth

,

And wa r ble th echo i ng far ,

So that my tende r secr ets

Known to the whole wood are .

14 .

HE N thy dress doth gently touch me ,

’
As thou p ass s t before my fa ce ,

How my heart exults how wi ldly ,

Follows i t thy lovely trace !

Then thou turnest r ound and ga z e st
Wi th thy large bri ght eyes on me ,

And my heart doth feel so star tled ,

That i t scar ce can follow thee .

15 .

slender water lily -

t of the lake
’
The moon Oppre ss d w i th love s sorrow,
,
’

Looks tender ly do wn for h e r sake .

Wi th blushes she bends to the water

Once mor e h e r head so sweet
Then sees she the poor pale fellow
Lyi ng before her feet .

16 .

’
F thou h a st good eyes and lock st ,

In my songs when thou hast tri e d them

, ,

Th ou wi lt see a fair young mai den

Wanderi ng up an d do wn i ns i de them .

If thou hast good ears as well ,

Thou canst hear h e r vo i ce qui te clearly ,

And her s ighin g laugh ing sing ing

, ,

Thy poor heart will madden near ly .

For she wi ll wi th look and word

,

m
Thee l ik e e males wellni gh craz y
,

A n cn a m
, ,

o u r d spri ngtime d r eame r

’
-

T hou wi lt tread the fo r est ma z y .

18 6 HE I NE S P O EMS
’

17 .

m
HAT d r i ves thee c i n the spri ng s clear ni ght ’

T hou hast dri ven the flo we r s al lmad wi th fr i ght ,

Th e vi olets tremble and shi ver ;

The r oses are a l l wi th shame so r ed ,

The l i l i es a r e death pale and hang the ir h e ad

-
, ,

T hey mour n and falte r and qui ver

, , .

O dar l ing moon wha t an inn ocent race

,

T hose sweet flo we r s a r e T hey a r e ri ght i n th i s case ,

I r ea lly have ac ted bad ly

Yet how could I tell that in wai t she would lie ,

When I was addr essi ng the stars on h i gh ,

Wi th fie r ce love ravi ng so madly

18

H OU sweetly look est o n me

W ith eyes so blue and meek ;
My senses feel a ll dreamy -
,

And not a word can I speak .

I ever ywher e a mthi nking

’
Of thy blue eyes sweet sm ile ;
A sea of blue thoughts i s sp r eadi ng
Over my heart the wh i le .

19 .

NOE agai n my heart is

’
va n q uis h d,
And my rancour i s subs idi ng
’
Once agai n hath May br ea th d on me
Feelings tender and co nfidi n g .

On c e more late a n d ear ly haste I

Through the walks the most frequented ,

U nder every bonnet seek I

’
For my fair one s face lamented .

On c e mor e at th e ver dant ri ver

Ou the bri dge I take my stati on ;
Per adventur e she wi ll c ome there ,

And willsee my desolat i on .

In th e waterfalls loud musi c

’

B e ar I once agai n soft sighi ng ,

And my gentle hear t well knoweth

What the whi te waves are rep lyin g .
 ’
188 H ErNE s P OE MS .

Thus beloved one thou art movi ng ;

, ,

Sti lland pea c efu l and nought q ua ke th

,

In my heart save thy dea r i mage ,

Whi le my o w n heart t is that shaketh ’

.

24

E hearts of us two my loved one , ,

A Holy Alli an ce have made ;

T hey well understood each other ,

When close together lai d .

Alas the r ose so youthful

That decks thy gentle br east ,

Our poo r ally and a sso ci ate ,

’
To death was welln i gh pr e ss d .

25

EL L me who firs t taught clo ck s to ch ime ,

Made m i nutes hou r s di vi si ons of ti me

, ,

It was a cold and sorr owful elf ;

H e sa t i n the wi nte r n i ght wr a pp d i n h i mself,
’
-
,

And counted th e mou se s squeak i ngs mysteri ous

’

,
’
And the wood wor m s regular ti ck so seri ous
-
.

Tell me who firs t d id ki sses suggest

It was a mouth all glowing and blest ;
It ki s s d and i t tho u ght of noth ing b esi de
’
.

Th e fai r month of May was then i n i ts pri de ,

The flow e r s we r e all fr om the ear th fast spri nging ,

T he s un was laughi ng the bi rds wer e s ing i ng

, .

26

OW the pi nks ar e br eath ing fr a grance !

How the th r onging sta r s so te nder ,

Golden bee li ke sadly gl i mmer

,

Mi d the heaven s bl u e vi olet splendour !

’ ’
-

Through the gloom of yonde r chestnuts

Gleams the ma nse so whi te and stately
, ,

And I hear the gl a ss door r attl ing

Whi le the dear voi ce thri lls me greatly .

Sweet alar m and bli ssfu l tremor ,

Soft embr aces terr or bri ngi ng

,
-

And the youthful r ose i s lis t n i n g ’

And the ni ghtingales are sin ging .

 B OO K OF se x es . 189

27 .

I not the self—same vi si on

th ese bliss es
Were there not thes e same elysi an
Looks of love and flo wer s and ki sses
, ,

By the stream th e moon was peep ing

Thr ough the folia ge of our bower ;
Marble gods still wat ch were keeping
-

A t the entrance i n that hour .

Ah ! I know how soon is over

Every sweet and bli ssful vi si on ,
’
How the snow s cold dress doth cover
Heart and tree i n sad deris i on .

’
How e en we are fast congeali ng ,

Carele ss and no love possess i ng

, ,

We who r e now so s oftly feeli ng

,
’

Heart to h eart so softly pressing !

28

ISSE S that one steals in darkn e ss,

And i n dar k ness then re turns
How suc h ki sses fir e the spi ri t ,
If wi th honest love i t b urns !
Pens i ve and wi th fond remembrance
, ,

Then the sp ir i t loves to dwell

’
Much on days that long have vani s h d ,

Much on futur e days as well .

Yet meth inks that too much thinking

D a n g r o us i s if ki ss we wi ll
’

Weep then rathe r d ar l ing sp i ri t

, , , ,

For to weep i s eas i er sti ll .

29

HE R E was an aged monar ch ,

H i s heart was sa d h is head was grey ; ,

Th is poor and aged monar ch

A young wife marr i ed one day .

Th ere was a handsome page too , ,

Fa ir was hi s ha ir and li ght h is mi en

,

The s ilken trai n he carri ed

Of the afor e sai d young Que e n .
19 0 mama s '

PO EMS .

Dost know the anci ent ballad

It sounds so swe et i t sounds so sad !
,

They both of them must per i sh ,

For too much affecti on they h a d .

30 .

my remembrance blossom
Th e i mages long fo r saken
Wi thi n thy vo i ce what is ther e
By whi c h so deeply I mshaken
’

Say not that thou dost love me 1

I know that ear th s fai r est treasure
’

Sweet love and happy spring t i me ,

’
Twould shame beyond allmeasure .

Say not that thou dost love me !

A silent ki ss I ll bestow th ee ;
’

Then sm i le when I t o mor r ow

,

The wi ther ed ro ses sho w the e .

31

I NDE N blossoms drunk wi th moonli ght

Fly about i n fragrant showers ,
’
And the ni ght i ngale s sweet musi c
Fills the air and leafy bowers .

Ah how sweet i t i s my loved one , ,

Neath these lindens to be s itt ing

’
,

When the glimmr in g golden moonbeams

’

Through the fr agrant leaves are flitting .

If thou lookest on the lime leaf -

,

Thou a hear t s form wi lt di scover ;

’

Ther efor e a r e the l indens ever

Chosen seats of each fond lover .

Yet thou s mile st as though buri ed

,

In far di stant vi si ons year n ing

Speak belov ed all the wi sh es
, ,

That i n thy dear heart a r e burni ng .

Ah my darling ! I will tell thee

,

Whence my thoughts p r oceed and whi ther ,

Fai n I d see the ch illy nort h w i nd

’
-

Sudden br ing whi te snowstorms hi th er

19 2 H m ’
s POEMS .

A ndor n e a th
a wood of flowe rs
L i es in shelter s afe b elow
, ,

All that deep and glowi ng sec ret ,

All that deep and se cr et glow .

If susp i ci ous spar ks shou ld i ssue

Fr om the r oses fe a rless be ' ~

,
—

Thi s dull wo r ld i n flame s bel i eves

But bel ieves them poetry .

AY and ni ght alik e the spr i ngti me

Makes wi th soun di ng li fe a llteemi n g -

L i ke a ver dant e cho ca n i t

E nter even i n my dreami ng .

Then th e b i rds s i ng yet mor e sweetly

T han before and softe r br eezes
,
’
F illthe a ir the V i olet s fr agrance
,

Wi th st illwi lder year n ing please

’
E en the roses blossom r edder ,

And a ch i ld l ike golden glory

-

Bear they l ike the hea ds of angels

,

In the p i ctur es of old story .

And myself I almost fancy

Some sweet n i ght ingale when s ing ing ,

Of my love to those fa ir r oses ,

Wondrous so ngs my vi s ion b r ingi ng

T ill I mwa ke n d by the sunlight
' ’

Or by that del i ci ous bustle

Of the n i ghtingales of spr i ngt i me
That befor e my wi ndow rustle .

37

TAB S wi th golden fe et ar e wand ri ng

Yonder and they gently weep
,

That they cannot earth awaken ,

Who i n ni ght s ar ms is asleep’

.

L i s t ni n g stand the s i lent for ests

’

Every leaf an e a r doth seem !

How i ts shadowy arm the mountai n
Stretcheth out as though in dream
,
 B OO K or SON G S . 19 3

’
What ca lld yonder In my bos om
R ings the echo of the tone .

Was i t my beloved one sp eaking ,

Or the ni ghti ngal

e alone
38 .

HE sprin g i s so lemn mournful only ,

Are alli ts dreams each flo we r appe ar s

,

We igh d down by gri ef the s ong all lonely

’

,
-

Of Phi lomel wakes sec r e t tears .

O sm i le thou not my darl ing beauty

, ,

O smi le not full of charmi ng gr ace !

,

But wee p that i t may be my duty

,

To ki ss a tear fr om o ff thy face .

39 .

NGE mor e from that fond heart I mdri ver

’

Whi ch I so dearly love so madly ; ,

Once mor e fr om that fond heart I mdr i ven ’

Bes ide i t would I l inger gladly ,

The chari ot r olls the br i dge i s quak ing

,

The stream beneath i t flows so sadly ;

Once mor e the joys amI forsakin g
Of that fond heart I love so madly .

In h ea v n rush on the starry leg i ons

’

As though befor e my sor row flyi ng

Sweet one farewell i n d i stant regi ons
,

My heart for thee wi l lstill be si gh i ng .

40 .

Y ch e ri sh d w i sh es blossom
’
,

And Wi ther aga in at a breath .

And blossom a ga in and wi ther ,

And so on untildeath .

Th i s kno w I and i t saddens

,

All love an d joy on ce so blest ;,

My heart i s so wi s e and wi tty ,

And bleeds away i n my breast .

41 .

man 8 face conf ounded

’
old
sky so broad and air y ,

Red one eyed and close surr ounded

-
,

By the grey c l
’
ouds loc ks all hai r y
19 4
’
H a nna s P O EMS .

When upon the ear th i t gazes ,

Flowe r and bud grow pale and si ckly

Love and song i n all the i r phases
’
Fade away fr om men s mi nds qui ckly .

42 .

’
IT H sullen thoughts in ch i lly bosom ch eri sh d ,

I t r avel sullen thr ough the wor ld so c old

’
T h e autumn s end hath come a hum i d m i st doth hold ,
’
Dee p ve i ld fr om si ght the countr y d r ear and pe r ish d ’
.

The wi nds are p i pi ng hi ther thi ther bendi ng

, ,

The red t in ged leaves that fr om the tr ees fall fast

-
, ,
’
The bare plai n steams the wood s i ghs neath the blast
, ,
’
The worst of a ll comes next the ra i n s descendi ng ! —

43 .

ATE autumnal m i sts all dr i pping —

’
Spr ead o e r hi ll and valley fai r ;
Storms the t r ees of leaves a r e str ipping ,

And they ghostly look and bare , .

But one single s a d tr ee only

S ilent and unstr i pp d i s s een ; ’

Moi st wi th tears of woe and lonely , ,

Shaketh he h i s head st i ll gr een .

Ah ! thi s waste my heart d i spla ye th ,

And the tree still full of life

, ,

S ummer green thy for m p or tra ye th

-
, ,

Much beloved and beauteous wi fe !

44

REY S the sky and every d a y l ike

’
-

And the town still looks a ffli cte d

Ever weak and castaway l ike ,

In the Elbe i ts form s depi cted ’

.

Long each nose i s and i ts blowi ng ,

Tedi ous an affai r as over ;

Allwi th pri de are o ver flo win g ,

Both at pomp and cri ng i ng clever .

Beauteous South ! 0 how adore I ,

All thy gods th y sky s sweet bli sses

,
’

Si nce these human dregs once mor e I

See and weather foul as thi s i s !
,
19 6 mam s a
’
POEMS .

She combs it wi th comb all golden -

,

And sings the whi le a song ;

How str ange i s th at melody olden ,

As loudly i t echoes along

It fill
swi th wi ld terror the sai lor
A t sea in hi s t iny skifi ;
'

H e looks but on h i gh and gro ws pale r , ,

Nor sees the rock girded cli ff -

.

The waves willthe bark and i ts master

A t length swallow u p then methough t ,

T i s Lore ley who thi s di saste r

’
-

Wi th her false sin gin g hath wrought .

3 .

Y h eart my heart i s mour nful

, ,

Yet May i s gleami ng li ke gold ;

I stand gai nst the li nden r ecl i nin g
,
’

Hi gh over the basti on old .

’
Beneath the moat s blue water
,

Flows peacefully along

A boy hi s bark i s steerin g ,

And fish e s and pi pes hi s song

,
.

Beyond ,
in
pleasi ng confusi on ;
’
In di stant and ch eq u e r d ar r ay ,

A r e men and villa s and gardens

, , ,

And cattle woods meadows so gay , , .

T h e ma i dens ar e bleachi ng the li nen ,

An d spr i ng on the grass , lik e deer
Th e mill wheel s po wd ri n g di amonds ,
’ ’
-

Its di stant mur mur I h e ar .

Besi de the old grey tower

A sentry box i s se t ; -

A r ed a ccoutr ed fellow
-

Walks up and down ther e yet .

He s playin g wi th hi s musket
’
,

While gle ame th the sun o erh e a d ’

H e fir s t p r esents a nd shoulders
I would that he d shoot me dead ’
 P ICT 0 1 m ; OF TR A VEL . 19 7

ITH tears through the fore st I wande r ,

'

The th r ostle s s i tting on hi gh ;

She spri ngi ng sin gs softly yonder :
, ,

O wher efo r e dost thou s i gh ?

Sweet bi rd th y si ste r the swallow
,

Ca n te ll thee the cause of my gloom

She d wel ls in a n e st a llhollow ,
’
Besi de my sweetheart s room .

HE ni ght i s damp and sto rmy ,

No star i s in the sky ;

’
In the wood neath the rustling branches
,

In si lence wander I .

A di stant l i ght is twi nkl i ng

’
F r om th e hunter s lonely cot
But wi thin the scene i s but sadden ing
, ,

And the lig ht can allur e me not .

’
The blin d old grandmother s s i tti ng
In h er leather elbow—c hair ,

All gloomi ly fix d li ke a statue

-
’

N o t a wo r d escapeth h e r the r e .

Wi th curses to and fro paces

’
The forest e r s r e d headed so n ; -

Wi th fury and sco rn he s laugh ing ’

As he th rows ga inst the wall h i s gun

’
.

The fa ir sp inn ing ma i den s weep ing -

’
,

And moi ste ns the fla x wi th her tears ;

The fathe r s terr ier whi n ing
’

, ,

Cur ld up at her fe et appea r s

’
.

6 .

I,
on my tr avels by hazard , ,

we e th ea rt s fami ly found
’

H cr s i ste r and fathe r and mothe r ,

T hey gave me a welcome all r oun d .

When they for my health had in qui red,

They a dded a llof a brea t h
, ,

T h at they th o ught me q ui te una lte r d ’

,

Though my face was pale as death .

 ’
19 8 HEINE s POEMS .

I ash d for thei r aunts and their cous ins

’

And many a t ir esome fr i end ;

’
I a sk d for the li ttle puppy
Whose soft b a rk knew no end .

And then for my marri ed sweetheart

’ ’
I ash d as if just ca lld to mi nd
, ,
’
And they an s we r d in fri endly fashi on
, ,
’
That she h ad but just been confin d .

I gave them my ve r y best wi shes ,

’
And lovi ngly b e gg d them apart
’
That they d gi ve h er a thousand greeti ngs
From the bottom of my heart .

Then cri ed the li ttle si ster

The sma ll a nd gentle hound
Grew to be bi g and savage ,
” ’
And in the Rh i ne was drown d .

li ttle one s l
ike my swe etheart ,
’
That
So li ke when she wears a smi le
H e r eyes are the same as h e r s i ster s
’

Whi ch ca u s d all my is r y the wh ile

’
m ’
.

7.

E sat by the fish erman s co ’

’
O or ocean cast our eye ;
Then came th e m i sts of eveni ng ,

And slowly rose on hi gh .

The lamps wi thi n the li ght hou se -

Wer e ki ndled light by li ght , ,

And i n the far thest di stance

A sh i p was sti ll in si ght .

We spoke of storm and shi p wreck ,

’
And of the sai lor s s trange li fe ,
’
Twi xt sky and wate r twi xt ter r or
’
,

And joy i n endless stri fe .

We spoke of di stant r egi ons ,

Of N orth and So uth spoke w e ,

The many strange races yonder ,

And cust oms strange to see , .

200 E mma s ’
POEM S .

10

N the clouds doth rest the moon ,

L ike a giant orange gleam ing ;

-

B r oad he r str ea ks wi th golden r ays

,

O e r the dusky ocean beami ng

’
.

Lonely roam I by the strand

Wh ile the billows whi te are breaki ng ;
Many sweet words hea r I there ,
’
From the water s depths awaki ng .

Ah 2 the ni ght is long full long , ,

And my heart must bre ak i ts slumbers ;

Bea uteous nymphs come for th to li ght
, ,

Dance ! and sing your magi c numbers !

T o your bosom take my head ,

Soul and body I surrender !

S ing me dea d care ss me dead
, ,

Drai n my life wi th ki sses te nder .

11 .

’
N thei r gre y hued clouds e nvelop d
-
,

No w the m ighty gods are sleepi ng ;

And I li sten to the ir snoring ,
’
Stormy weather o e r u s cr eeping .

Stormy we ather ! Ra gi ng tempest s

Ou the poor shi p b ri ng d i sast er ;
On the se wi nds who l
’
lplace a bri dle ,

Ou these waves that o wn no master

I the stor m can never hi nder ,

Nor th e mast and planks from creaki ng ,

So I wr ap me in my mantle ,

L ike the gods for slumber see ki ng .

12 .

BE wi nd puts on i ts bre ec hes agai n ,

Its whi te and watery breech es ;

It flogs each billow wi th mi ght and main ,

T ill i t howls and rushes and p i tches .

Fr om the da rksome he ight wi th furi ous mi ght ,

Pours th e rai n i n wi ld commoti on ;

It s eems as though the anc i ent Ni gh t
Would drown the an ci ent Ocean .
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To the shi p s hi gh mast the sea mew cli ngs

’
-
,

Wi th hoarse and shri ll shri eki ng and yelli ng

In anxi ous wi se she flutters her wi ngs
-
,

Appr oachin g di sasters for etelli ng .

13 .

BE storm stri kes up for dancing ,

It blusters p i pe s r oars wi th deli ght

, ,

Hurrah , how the ba r k i s sprin ging

How merry and wi ld is the ni ght !
A li ving watery mountai n
’
The ragi ng sea bui lds to w r d the sky ;
A gloomy abyss here i s gaping ,

There mounts a whi te towe r on h i gh

,
.

A vomi ti ng cursing and pra ying

From the cabin bursts forth mi d the roar ;
, ,
’

I cli ng to the mas t for protec t i on ,

And wi sh I was safely on sho re .

14

IS eveni ng darker ti s getti ng

,
’
,

Mi st ve ils the sea from the eye

The waves are mysteri ously frett i ng ,

Whi te shadows are ri sing on hi gh .

From the b il lows the mermai d ari se s ,

A nd si ts her self n ear me on shore

The ve il wh i ch her figur e d i sgui s es
’

Her snow whi te boso m peeps o er

- .

She warmly doth care ss me ,

And takes my b r eath away

Too closely dost thou pr ess me ,

Then lovely wate r fay -

My ar ms thus closely cares s thee ,

I clasp thee wi th al
lmy mi ght
In hope of warm th do I pr ess thee ,
For cold i ndeed is the ni ght .

Th e moon from her dusky cl oi st er

Of clouds , sheds a paler ray ;
T hi ne eye grows sa d der and m o is m r.
Thou lovely wate r fay -
2 02 mam s a
’
POE M S .

No sadder n or moi ste r ti s growi ng ’

Mine eye i s moi st and we t ,

F or when fr om the wave I was goi ng ,

A dr op remai n d i n i t yet ’
.
”

The sea mew mour ns shrilly whi le ocean

-
,

Is growli ng and heavin g i ts S pr ay

Thy hear t throb s wi th r agi ng emoti on ,

Thou lovely wate r fay ! -

My heart throbs wi th r aging emoti on ,

Emoti on r agi ng and wi ld ;

F or I love thee w i th speec hless devoti on .

”
Thou da r li ng human chi ld 1
15 .

I before thy dwellin g

I rej oi ce my li ttle sweet one

, ,

When thee at thy wi ndow I see .

Wi th thy dark br own eyes so pi e r c i ng

-

My figur e thou dost scan

Wh o art thou and what a i ls thee
, ,

Thou strange and si ckly man

I e ma Ge man poet
r ,

Well known i n the Germa n land

When the best names in i t ar e r eckon d ’

My name amongst them wi ll stand .

My li ttle one that whi ch a i ls me

,

Ai ls cr owds 111 the Ger man land ;

’
When the fier ce s t sorr ows a r e r eckon d ,

My so rr ows amongst them will stand .

16 .

'
RE gleam o er the ocean h a d faded not ,

Whi le the eve s last r ays wer e fli ttin g ;

’

We sat by the lonely fish e r ma n s c o t ’

Alone and in si len c e si tt ing .

’
ld whi le the mi st r ose
Th e wate rs s we l , above ,

Th e restless sea mew was scr eam i ng

-

From out thi ne eyes , so full of love ,

T h e tears were qui ckly str eami ng .
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POEMS .

19 .

LLhailto thee thou stately ,

ys ter i o u s town , all hai l ,

Who erst wi thi n thy bosom

’
My loved one s form d i dst vei l !
0 say ye towers an d gateways
, ,

0 where can my loved one be

To you r keep ing of yore was she trusted ,

And ye must h e r bai l be to me .

The tower s in truth a r e gui ltless

, , ,

F r om the ir places they co uld not come do wn ,

When she wi th h er tr unks and boxes

, ,

S o hastily went from the town .

'

The gates however they sufle r d

, ,
’

My dar ling to sli p through them strai ght ;

A gate i s eve r found wi lling
T o let a fool gang h e r a i n
20

NOE mor e my steps through the olden path

And the well known streets are taken—
,

U ntil I come to my loved one s house

’

S o empty now and for saken .

H o w narro w and close the streets appear 1

How nauseous the smell of the pl a ster !
The houses seem tumbli ng down on my head ,

S o I haste away fear i ng di saste r, .

21
’
CE
mor e thr ough the halls I pasa d
Wher e h e r t r oth to me was pl i ghted ;
Ou the spot whe r e h er tear s fell fast
A serpent s br o od had aligh ted
’

22

HE ni ght i s sti ll and the streets are deserted

, ,

In this house my love had her d welli ng of yo r e ;

Tis long si n ce sh e from the ci ty depar ted ,

Yet h e r house st i ll stands on the spot as befor e .

I ha ve her e a tte mp te d to i mi ta te a wre tched pun in th e

 PICTURES or TR A VEL . 2 05

There stands too a man who stares up at her cas ement

, , , ,

And wri ngs his hands wit h the wei ght of hi s woes ;
’
I look on hi s face wi th sh udd ri ng amazemen t ,

The moon doth th e for m of myself di sclose .

Thou pallid fellow thou worthl e ss double !

,

Why dar e to mi mi c my love s hard lot ’

Whi ch many a ni ght gave me gri ef and trouble

In former days on thi s very spot
,

23 .

m
thou sleep in qui et
st
kn ow that I msti ll ali ve 1
,
’

’
J burst the yoke that s upon me ,

When my olden wrath doth revi ve .

Dost know the anci ent ballad :

How of yore a dead stri pli ng brave
A t mi dni ght came to hi s loved one ,

An d carri ed her down to his grave ?

Bel i eve me thou wondrous be auty

, ,

Thou wondrously lovely mai d ,

I mali ve sti ll and feel far st r onger

’

Than the whole of th e de a d s bri ga de ! ’

24 .

’
mai den s asleep i n her chamber ,

In p eeps the q ui veri ng moon ;

Ou ts i de 18 a s in gin g and j i ngling ,
’
As th ough to a waltz s t une .

I needs must look thr ough my wi ndow ,

’
To se e who s di sturbi ng my rest
The r e stands a skeleton ghastly
Who s fiddlin g and si n ging hi s best
’

Thy hand for the dan ce thou di ds t pl edge

And then thy p r o mi se di dst break ;
To n i ght ther e s a ball in the chur chyard
—
’

Come wi th me th e dance to partake, .

Heforc i bly se i z e s the mai den ,

And lures her from out h e r abode

She follows the skeleton wi ldly ,

Who fiddles and si ngs o n th e r oa d .

2 06 mama s ’
ms
Pe r .

H e h 0 ps and he ski ps and he fiddles ,

Hi s bones they rattle away
W i th hi s s kull he keeps ni d di ng and noddi ng,
”
By the m oonl i ght s gli mmeri ng ra y
’
.

25
ST OOD whi le sadly mused I
, ,

And her li keness closely di d

An d her belov ed features
To glow wi th life began .

'

Around her li ps there ga th er d

A sweet and wondrous smi le ,

And as th rough tears of so rrow

Her clear eyes shone the whi l e .

And then my te ars responsi ve

Adown my cheeks d i d pour
And ah ! I scarce ca n beli eve i t ,
’
That I ve lost thee e vermore .

26 .

NH APPY Atlas tha t I a m! I mdoomd ’ ’

To be ar a wor ld a very wor ld of sorrows ;

,

U nbe arabl
’ ’
e s the load I bea r and e en ,
’
The hea rt wi thi n me s b r eaki ng .

0 then proud heart ! th y do ing twas i ndee d

’

Thou wouldst be happy utter ly be happy , ,

Or utter ly be wretc hed O p r oud hea rt

, ,

And now in truth th ou rt wr etched 1’

27 .

ears are comi n g an d going ,

the grave whole rac es descen d ,

And yet th e love in my bosom

Shall never wax fai nter or end .

0 could I but once more behold th ee ,

Before thee sin k down on my knee ,

And di e as these words I utte r

,

Dear Madam I love but thee !

,

28 .

D R EAMT the qui veri ng moon glea md above ’

And th e stars ca s t a mo u rnf ulra y ;

I was borne to the to wn where dwelleth my love,
2 08 mma s
a
’
POEM S .

The mother then says mi dst h e r r e adi ng

,
’
You r e mi staken four only have d i ed
,

S ince the t ime when they bur i ed your father

”
By the gate of the churchyard outs i de .

The elder daughte r says gap i ng :

I ll starve no longer wi th you
’

I ll go to the Count to morrow

’
-
,
’
He s r i ch and he loves me too .

Th e son bur sts out i nto laughte r

A t the taver n dri nk hun tsmen th re e ;
’
They r e making money and gladly ,

Would teach the secret to me ,

.

The mother then throws her B i ble

Full har d i n h i s lanky face
Wouldst thou da re thou a ccursed of heaven
,
”
As a robber thy fri ends to di sgrace 9
They hear a knoc k at the win dow ,

And see a beckoni ng hand ;

And behold outs i de the dead father
,

In hi s black pr each ing gar ment doth stand —

.

31 .

HE weather i s bad and st o r my

Wi th rain and tempe st and snow ;
,

I s it at the wi ndow gazin g ,

On the gloomy darkness below .

im mring ’
One single li ght I see gl
That slowly moves i n the str ee t ;
Ti s a woman hol di ng a lante rn
’
,

And wa lki ng wi th tott eri ng feet .

’
I exp ec t that she s maki n g a pur chase
Of m e al and butter and eggs
T i s to bake a cake for h e r daughte r
’

That she is out now on her legs .

’
Th e daughter s at home i n the arm chai r —
,

And slee p i ly looks at the light ,

He r golden lo c ks str ay ove r

Her face so lovely and bri ght .
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32 .

IS thought th at I a mtormented ,

By love s b itte r so rr ow di str e s s d,

’ ’

And at length I myse lf be lieve i t

As well as all the rest .

Thou g r eat eyed li ttle mai den

-
,
’
I ever have wh i spe r d apart
I love thee beyond expressi on ,

Whi le love is gnawing my heart .

’
Twas but i n my lonely chambe r
Tha t I dared my love to p r oclai m,
And ah ! I have ever been si lent
, ,

When i nto thy presence I came .

When there the evi l angels

,
’
A pp ear d and my li ps they held ;
,
’
An d ah 1 ti s by ev i l angels
,

T h at my joy hath now bee n dis p elld ’

.

33 .

tender l i ly finger s -

I once agai n but ki ss them

,

Press them softly to my heart ,

And th en di e i n silent weepi ng !

O thy vi olet eyes so radi ant
Hover near me day and ni ght
And I mtroubled : what fo r ebod eth
,
’

All th i s sweet , thi s blue en i gma ?

34 .

’
no wor d e er spoken

In her s weet eyes couldst then never

S i gns of answerin g love di scover
Through her sweet eyes couldst thou never
R ea ch her soul and so get at her ?
,

Yet thou art not thought a blockhead ,

”
Worthy fri end , i n su ch a matter .

35 .

HEY loved each other but nei ther ,

Would be the firs t to c onfess ;

L i ke foes they ga z d at each other
,
’

A nd would di e of the i r love s d i stress

’
.
2 10 E mma s ’
POEM S .

They parted at length a n d ther eafter , ,

Except i n vi si on ne er met ,
’

From li fe they long have departed ,

And sc ar cely know of i t yet .

36
ND when I to you my gri ef di d confide ,
’
You only ya wn d and noth i ng r epli ed ,

But when I redu ced my sor r ow to r hyme ,

You prai sed me greatly and ca lld i t subli me ,

’
.

37 .

’
CALL D the devi l and he came , ,

And wi th wonder hi s form d id I closely scan ;

H e i s not ugly and i s not lame
, ,

But r eally a handsome and charmi ng

A man i n the pri me of l ife i s the devi l ,

Obl i gi ng a man of the wo rld and c i vi l

, ,

A di plomati st too well skilld i n debate

,
’

H e talks ri ght gli bly of c hur ch and state .

’
He s rather pale but i t s really not strange
’
, ,

For hi s stud i es thr ough Sanskri t a n d Hegel range .

Fouqu e i s still h i s favouri te poet ;

’
But cri t i c i sm he ll touch no mor e ,

But has handed that subje c t ent ir ely o e r ’

To hi s grandmother Hecate that she may know i t , .

My jur idi cal wor ks di d he k indly pr ais e ,

H i s favour i te hobby in for mer days .

H e sa i d that my fr i endsh i p was not too dear ,

And then he nodded and look d sever e ,

’

,
’
And afterwards asked i f i t wasn t the case
We had met at the Span i sh ambassador s rout ’

And when I look d h imfull in the face

’

I saw hi mto be an old fr i end wi thout doub t .

38 .

A N,
revile not thou the devil ,

For the path of l i fe i s short

And damnati on ever lasting
,

Is too true not me r e report

, .

Man pay allthe debts thou owest

, ,

For the path of l ife i s long ,

And thou lt often have to bo rr ow

’

J ust as usual ri ght or wrong ,

.
2 12 mms s ’
r oa m
s .

How love and truth a n d reli gi on

From out of the wo r ld h a d fle d ,

How very dear was the coffe e ,

How scarce was the gold , we sai d .

Those chi ldi sh spor ts have vanis h d ’

An d all is fas t r ol
li n g away ;
The wor ld and the t i mes and relig i on
, , ,

And gold love and truth all decay

, , .

41 .

is ppr e ss d,
’
wi th si ghin g
sor e o

the days of yore ;

The wor ld was then i n calmn ess lying ,

And men wer e pe a ceful evermore .

Al
lnow i s changed in mournful chorus
,

Want and co nfusi on round us spr ead ;

Th e Lor d seems dead that er st ruld o e r
’ ’
as
Beneath us is the Devi l dead
, .

Al
lnow
’
appears so drear and sa dde n d ,
’
D e ca y d and cold of joy be reft , ,

That wer e we not b y love sti ll gla dden d

,
’
,

N0 s i ngle rest i ng place wer e left

-
.

42 .

the gl e ami ng moon i s pi erci ng

Through the d ar ksome c louds above ,

S o from out t i me s darksome mi rror

’

Peeps a vi si on full of love .

All upon the de ck wer e si tting ,

Pr oudly sa i lin g down the R hine ,

And the sho r es i n summer ver dure ,

,

In the setti ng s un di d shi ne .

Thoughtfully was I r eclini ng ,

Bent before a lovely mai d

In h er beauteous pall i d featur es
,

L O the golden sunli ght p l

’

,
a
yd .

Lutes wer e sounding youths wer e singin g,

,

Wondrou s was our joy tha t day ;

And the heavens be ca me st il
l bl
ucr ,
’
And o ur souls soar d hi gh away .
 P ICTUR ES OF TR A VEL . 2 13

Hills and castles woods and mead ows

, ,

L i ke a vi si on flee te d by ,

And I sa w them all r e flecte d

In the lovely mai den s e ye ’
.

43 .

N vi si on saw I my loved one

A worn sad woman one day ;
,

H er once so bloomin g figur e

-

’
Had wi th er d and fallen away .

A chi ld in her arms she carri ed ,

By the hand another she led ,

And gri ef and poverty plai nly

In h er walk looks and garments I r ead
, , .

Across the ma r ket she to tte r d ’

And then d i d I meet h e r eye

She looked upon me and gently
,

I spake to h e r thus wi th a si gh
,

Come wi th me to my dwell ing ,

F o r thou art pale and il

l ,
’
And food and drink I ll earn thee
By i ndustry and ski ll .

I ll also nouri sh and cher i sh

’

The ch i ldr en that wi th thee I see

But my ch i ld so poor and un happy
, ,

I ll care the most fo r thee

’

I never wi ll r em ind thee

That I loved thee so dearly of yore ,

And when at length thou d i est ,

Il lweep at thy grave full sore

’
.

44

R IE ND 1 why always thus endeavour

T o r epeat th e same old s tory ?
Wi lt thou broodi ng s i t for ever
On love s eggs grown old and hoary ?
’

’
Ah ! tis but the usual custom ,
Chi cke ns fr om the shells are crawl i ng
’
In a book thou se c h st to th ru st em ,
'

”
Whi le they r e flu tte ri ng and calling 1
’
2 14 mma a
’
s POEM S .

45 .

R Y TH E E , be not then i mpati ent

If the r e stilla r e loudly ri ngin g
Many of my old s a d number s
In the newest songs I ms in ging ’
.

Wai t awhi le and soon the e cho

,

Will ha ve di ed away of sorr ow ,

And a new bo r n song sprin g s oft ly

- -

’
Fr om the heal d heart sh oot t o morrow -
.

46 .

IS fullt ime that my folly I drop

ne w ,

An d r et ur n to so ber r eason ;
Th i s comedy now twe r e better to stop’

T hat we ve played for so long a s eason

’
.

In a gay and hi ghly r omanti c st yle

The gor geous coul i s se s were pa i nted
My kni ght s cloak glitte r d wh i le I was the whi le
’ ’

Wi th the fine s t sen sat i ons acqua inted .

And now that I while more sobe r I grow

, ,

Am agai nst thi s toyi ng i nve i ghi ng

I feel that I mstill as wretc hed as though
,
’

A com e dy sti ll I were playi ng .

Alas ! unconsci ously and in jest

Of my feeli ngs was I the narrator
And I ve play d wi th my own death in my
’ ’

The dyi ng gladi ator .

47 .

HE mona r ch Wi s wa mi tr a
Is restlessly str ivi ng now
H e mus t needs by fig h ti ng and pen ance ,
,

Obtai n Wa s is ch ta s c o w ’
.

O mon ar ch Wi swa m i tr a ,

0 wha t an ox a r t thou ,

T o have all t hi s figh ti ng and p enance ,

And a llfor nought but a co w !

48 .

not gri ef my heart come o e r th ee

, ,
’

wi th fai th unshaken ,

For What w in te r may have ta ken

Wi ll return ing spri ng r esto r e thee
2 16 mama s ’
r oa ms .

Long i s now the wi nter evening ,

Fai n wo uld I d i sper se i ts gloom,

Si tti ng by thee talki ng wi th thee
,

In thy trusty li ttle r oom .

To my li ps I d fai n be pr ess ing

’

Thy dear li ttle snowy hand ,

Wi th my falli ng te a rs caressi ng
Thy dear li ttle snowy hand .

53 .

H OU GH outsi de snow piles are formi ng -

,

Though ti s hailing though tis stormi n g

’
,
’
,
’
B attli ng gai ns t the wi ndow pane -
,

Nevermor e wil l I c omplai n ,

For wi thi n my breast I bear

Spring joys and love s i mage fai r
-
’
.

54 .

make p r ayers to the Madonna ,

e r s unto Paul and Pete r

Thee alone of suns the fa irest

, ,
’
Thee alone wi ll I e er honour .

Let me be wi th ki sses laden ,

B e thou ki ndly be thou grac i ous

, ,
’
Mongst all mai dens s un the fai rest ,

Neath the sun the fairest mai den !

’

55 .

not my pall i d face betray

ID
My lovi ng woe unto thee ?
And wi lt thou that my haughty mouth
Wi th begging words shall woo thee
Alas ! thi s mouth i s far too pr oud ,
’
Twas made but f or ki ssing and si ghi ng
Per chance i t may speak a sc ornf ul wor d
Whi le I wi th sor r ow a mdyi ng
,

56 .

RTHYfr i end th ou r t deep i n love ’

, ,

th new pangs thou r t fretti ng ;

’

D ar ker gr ows i t i n thy head ,

’
In thy hear t tis l i ghte r gett ing .
 PICTUR ES or TR A V EL. 2 17
’
Worthy fri end th ou rt deep in love
, ,
’
And thou fa i n would st hi de thy yearni ng ;
’
Yet I see thy h eart s fie r ce glow
Through thy wai stcoat hotly burni ng .

57 .

FAIN would li nger by thee ,

And rest bes i de thee too

Away thou nee ds must hi e thee ,

Thou hast so much to do .

’
I sa i d that I surr e nde r d
My very soulto thee ;
’
A n answeri ng h ow was t en der d ,

Thou la ugh ed st ful l of glee .

Thou cruelly di dst use me ,

And t r eat my love am i ss

At l ast thou di dst refuse me
The usual par t ing ki ss .

Don t th i nk that I deem i t my duty

’

To shoot myse lf any the more

For all of thi s my beauty
, ,

Has happen d to me befor e

’

58
.

PAI R of sapphi res are thi ne eyes ,

So clear so sweetly rovi ng ;

0 three times happy i s the man
,

Whom those fa i r eyes are lovin g .

Thy heart i t i s a di amond

, ,

A sparklin g rad iance thro wing ;

0 three times happy i s the man
’
For whom wi th love tis glowing .

Thy li ps are very rub i es bri ght ,

One never can see fairer ;

0 three t imes happy i s the man
Who of thei r love i s S harer .

0 did I know th e happy man !

0 could I u nattended
Wi th i n th e g reen wood m ee t wi th h1m ,

H is l uc k would soon be e nded !

 NE S
’

2 18 H EI P OE M S .

59 .

E w i th lov ing word s but lyi ng , ,

ve bo u nd me to thy b r east ,

No w in my own fette r s dyi ng ,

Into earnest turns my jest .

When thou jestingly dost fly me .

By a r i ghtful i mpulse led ,

Then the powe r s of hell draw n i gh me ,

And I really shoot me de ad .

60

OO fra gmentar y is Wo r ld and L ife '

I ll go to the Ger m a n pr ofessor who s ri fe

’

Wi th schemes for putti ng L i fe s p i ece s together ’

,
’ ’
Wher eby a passable System s un fur ld ;
Ragged ni ghtcaps and dress ing gowns keep out -

weather ,

Stop the gaps in the edi fice cr a ck d of the wor ld ’

.

61 .

HIS eveni ng they ve a party ’

ld w i th l i ght
Th e house i s fil
'

By yonde r shi n ing wi ndow

A shadowy for m s i n si ght’
.

Thou s e e st me not i n dar kness

’
,

I stand below and apart ;

S tillless c anst thou see ever
Insi de my darksome heart .

My darksome heart doth love thee ,

It loves thee and i t br eaks ,

And br eaks and b leeds and qui ver s

, , ,

But thou see st not how i t aches

’
.

62 .

WO U LD that my woes all thei r fulness

In one si ngle wor d c ould convey ;
To the merr y wi nds stra i ght would I g ive i t ,

Wh o would merr i ly bea r i t away .

That word so tee m ing w i th sadness

They would car r y my loved one to thee
, ,

Thou woulds t hea r i t at ever y moment ,

’
Wouldst hear i t wher e er thou mi ghtst be .
22 0 E ma s
m ’
Po ms .

Spi te the p r otect ion they bid me hold ch e r ish d ’

I before long should of hunge r have pe r i sh d ’

Had I not happe n d a good man to see

’

Who took an i nte re st k in dly i n me .

Good man i ndeed 1 for he gi ves me my food ;

Never can I for get cond u ct so good .

P i ty I cannot wi th ki sses r eply ,

F o r the good man i s no othe r than I 1 —

67

HIS young man so good and worthy,

,

Cannot be too mu ch respected

Oft he gi ves me wi ne a n d oyster s ,

G i ves me li quor s well selected .

Coat and trousers fit himneatly ,

H i s c r avat is st i ll mor e si ghtly ;
And so com es be ever y mor n i ng
For my health to ask poli tely .

Of my wi de spr e a d glory speaks h e

-
,

Of my talents and my graces ;

Eager ly at my di sposal
Allhis se rvi ces he place s .

A nd i n company at eveni ng ,
Wi th a face as if i ns pir e d
m
H e declai s before the ladi es
Allmy poems so admi red .

0 i t i s i nd e ed
most pleasant
Such a young man to di s cover
In the p r esent day when sur ely
,

All thi ngs good wi ll soon be over .

68

D RE A MT that I was Lor d of all,

A nd sat i n heaven p r oudly
The angels r anged around my throne ,
,

Al lp r a i sed my verses lo u dly .

A n d cak e s I a te , and c o fits too ,m

In val u e many a fior i n ;
And Ca] d inal I dr ank the whi le,
’
A n d had n o n e ed of sc or i n .
 PICTU R ES or TR AVEL . 22 1

’
Plagued by e nnui I lo ng d to be ,

On earth wi th a l li ts evi l
,

And wer e I not the Lord of a l l ,

I d fa i n have been the devil

’
.

’
Thou long le gg d Angel Gabri el go
-
, , ,

A nd hasten downward th i ther ,

And find my worthy fri end Eugene

And br in g h i mto me hi ther
,

Wi thi n the College seek hi mnot ,

’
But o e r a glass of br andy ;
Seek fo r hi mnot in He dwi g s Church
’

,
’
But at M iss Meyer s so handy .

The Angel then sp r ead out h is wi ngs ,

And wi th h i s whole soul i n i t

Flew down a nd sei zed my worthy frie nd
, ,

And br ought himin a mi nute .

A y youth I a mthe Lord of a l

, , l ,
’
And rule o e r eve r y nat i on ;
I always told thee I should come
To power and reputati on .

Each day I wor k such m i racles

As greatly would del i ght thee ;
The town of A Il lhappy make
’

T o day and so exci te thee

,
.

Th e pavi ng stones upon the road

-

Shall allbe now conve r ted ,

And 10 an oyste r fr esh and clear

, , , ,

In each shall be i nserted .

A constant shower of lemon jui ce -

L ike dew sh all se r ve as p i ckle

, ,

And i n the gutters of the st r eets

Th e fine st win e sh all t r ickle
How all the A er s str ai ght r eyoree
—
’

And to the banquet hasten !

The judges from the gutte r dri nk
As i f i t were a basi n .

An d how at th i s di vine r epast

R ejoi ce the poets needy !
L i e u tenants l i ck the st r ee ts qui te dry ,

A nd ens i gns poor and greedy .

 POEMS
’
2 22 H a nna s .

The ensi gns and li eutenants are

Wi se i n thei r generati on ;
They always th i nk the pr esent t i me
The we i ghti est in cr eati on .

69 .

beauteous li ps co mp e lld to part and carri ed

R OM
’

Away from beauteous arms fast c la sp d around me ’

Yet one mor e day I gladly would have tarr i ed ,

When came the post boy wi th hi s steeds and found me

-
,
.

Child, thi s i s ver y li fe an endless wai li ng

, ,

A n endless far ewell tak in g endless partin g

—
,

Is then thy heart to clasp m ine unavai lin g ?

Could not th i ne eye r etai n me e en at starti ng
’

70 .

E t r avelled alone i n the gloomy

Post chai se the whole of the n i ght
-

’ ’
Each lea n d on the other s bosom ,

And jested w i th hearts so li ght .

When mor ni ng d a wn d upon u s ’

,

My ch i ld how we di d star e
, ,
”
For the bl i nd p a s se nger Amor
E
, ,

Was s i tt ing between us there !

71 .

EA V E N knows where the haughty hussy

May have wi ll d to pi t ch her tent ;
’

Swear i ng wi th the r ai n fast falli ng

, ,

Allthe ci ty thr ough I went .

F r om one taver n to another

R an I swi ftly i n the r a i n ,

And to every s ur ly wai ter

D i d I turn myse l f in vai n .

Then I saw h er at a wi ndow ,

Nodd ing t i tteri ng as well

,

Could I tell that thou woulds t li ve in ,

Mai den such a grand hotel
,

A bli nd pa ssenge r
”
mea ns in German a person wh o tra vels
i
w thou t pa yi ng h i s fa re .
2 24
'

H a nna s r o a ms .

If thou wi lt deser t me to morro w ‘

A t least to day thou a r t m i ne

-
,

And i n thi ne ar ms so b eauteous

Wi th twofold blis s I ll re cli n e ’
.

HE blue hussars are blowi ng ,

A n d ri d i ng out at the gate ;

I come then my loved one an d bi i ng
, ,

A nosegay of roses strai ght .

Those we r e i ndeed wild doings ,

Much folk and war lik e d i splay !

By fa r too many wer e q u ar te r d
’

Wi thi n thy bosom that day .

76 .

IN youthf ul years di d langui sh ,

' ’
Sufier d many a b i tter angui sh
’
From love s fie ry glow .

Wood i s now so dear , the fir e

Wi ll f or lack o f fuel expi r e
Ma f oi ti s better s o
’
.

Th i nk of th i s 0 youthful fai r o ne l
,

Chase away the tears that wear one ,

’
And all fool i sh love s alar ms
’
If thy l ife may n o t have p er i sh d ,
’
O for get thy love on c e ch er i sh d
M a foi 1 wi thi n my ar ms .

77 .

contr overted ,

i sed up my voi ce
They grumbled and asserted
My singi ng was not c ho i ce .

And then they all rai sed sweetly

Thei r voi ce le ts petty and shr i ll
They sang so fine ly and neatly ,

L i ke cr ystal sounded their tr i ll .

’
They sang of love s fier ce year n ing,
Of lovi ng e ffu s i ons and love ,

To tea r s the ladi es alltur ni n g ,

Wi th tunes so adapted to move .

 P ror r mns or TR A VEL . 22 5

78 .

LEFT you at firs t i n J uly at th e warmes t .

In J anuar y now I fin d y o u once mor e ;

In the mi dst of the beat you then wer e complai ni ng ,
’
And now you are coo ld and co ld to the core, .

1 shall soon leave agai n and when next I mreturnin g

’

N e i ther warm sh a ll I fin d you nor yet qui te cold ; ,

’
I shall walk o e r your grave w i th s ilent composure ,

While my own hear t wi thi n me is wretched and old .

79 .

thou then i ndeed so hostile

RT ,

hanged so s adly ?
I by all means sh all lament i t ,

Thou hast treated me so badly .

O ungrateful li ps how could ye

,

Speak wi th mali ce cruel h e arted -

’
Of the man who ofttimes ki s s d you
Lovi ngly in days departed ?
,

80 .

more the eyes are on me ,

di d greet me once wi th gladness ,

An d the li ps on c e mor e addre s s me ,

Whi ch once s wee te n d li fe s long sadn e s s

’ ’
.

E en the vo i ce I hear whose accents

’

Ch ar md me as they sweetly fa l
’
te r d ;
’

I alone a mnot the same one ,

’ ’
Havi ng home r e turn d a llalte r d ,
-
.

By those arms so whi te and beauteous

Lovi ngly embraced a n d clo s ely
To her heart I now a mclin ging
,

Dull of feeling and morosely .

81 .

walls of Salamanca
refresh i ng wi nds a re playi ng ;
The r e wi th my beloved Donna
Ou a summer s eve lmst rayi ng
, ,
’ ’
.

R ound the fa ir one s slende r body

’

Doth my a r mwi th r apture li n ger ,

And her bo som s haughty moti on

’

‘
I oelI wi th a lovi ng finger .
226 mam s a
’
POE MS .

Yet a wh i sper fraught wi th sorrow

Through the li nden trees i s movin g,
And beneath the d usky mi llstream
, ,

Mur murs sa d d reams d i sappr oving , .

Ah Senora ! a for ebod ing

,

Tells me I shall hen ce be dri ven

,

On the walls of Salaman c a

'
N e e r agai n to walk ti s gi ven
’
.

82 .

HY voi ce and th i ne eye , when we fir s t saw each other ,

’
C onvi n c ed me thou sa w s t me wi th heart not
estrange d
An d had i t not been for thy tyrant mother ,

I thi nk that we ki sses should stra i ght have exchanged .

To mo rr ow agai n I depart from the c i ty

—
,

And on i n my olden cour se wander I

, ,

A t the wi nd my fair one i s lu rki ng i n p i ty

ow
,

And fr i e noly greet i ngs I throw up on hi gh .

83 .

V ERthe mounta i ns the sun mounts in splendour ,

Afar sound the bells of the lambs as they stray ;

My loved one my lamb my sun br i ght and tender
, , ,

How gladly once mor e would I see thee to day 1 -

I gaze up on hi gh w i th looks fond and loving

,

M y chi ld fare thee well I must wander from th e e

, ,

l and m ovi ng
In vain ! for h er cur tai n i s stil
She slumberi ng li eth and dreameth of me .

84
Halle i n the mar ket ,

T wo m i ghty li ons a r e standin g .

Thou li on-sc or n of Halle ,

’

Me thi nks they ve tamed thee fin e ly !

A t Halle i n the mar ket, ,

A mi ghty gi ant s stan di ng ’

.

H e hath a swor d and moves not , ,

’
He s turu d to sto ne by terr or
’
.

A t Halle in th e ma rket, ,

A mi ghty ch ur ch i s standi ng .

T h e studen ts of ea ch fa cti on
Have there a pl a c e for praying .
228 mama s
’

POEM S

89
U LL long have I my head to rmented
Wi th cea seless thi nking day and ni ght ,

And yet thy darli ng eyes c ompel me

To love thee in my own desp i te
, .

Now stand I wher e th i ne eye s are gleami ng

Ch a r md by their sweet expre ssi ve li ght ;
, ,
’

That I should love agai n thus deeply

I scarcely can beli eve ari ght .

90
H EN thou hast bec ome my we dded wif e
Thy joy s hall know no measure ;
’
T hou lt li ve i n happi ness all thy li fe ,

In uni nterr upted pl easu re .

And I willvery pa ti ent be

’ ’
E en neath thy revilin g and curses ;
But we must part most certai nly
If thou a buses t my verse s .

91
TT L E by thee compr ehended ,

L i ttle knew I thee , good br othe r ;

When we in the mud d e scended
Soon we under stood each other .

92 .

EAR me dwelleth Don Henri ques ,

As the handsome kno wn and feted

Our apartments ar e adjoi ni ng ,

By a thi n wall separ ated .

Sal a manca s dame s a r e blush i ng

’

As he i n the streets is walki ng

B attli ng spurs mustac h i os t wi rl i ng ,

Wi th h i s dogs behi nd hi m s ta lkin

,

B ut at even ing s si lent hour he

’

Al lalone at home i s s itt i ng ,

H i s gu i ta r hi s fin ge r s twan gin g ,

Sweet d r eams thr ough hi s fancy fli tti ng .

0 11 the ch o r ds wi th vi gour plays h e ,

Hi s w i ld phantasi es be ginn i ng
0 i t dri ves me mad to hear h i m
Keep i ng 11p h is wr et ched d i nni ng
 e mc ee s or ma m . 22 9

THE HA R TZ -J O UR NE Y .

1824 .

PR EF A CE .

black coats and silken stockin gs

N ,

ls they hi de them
Whi te and courtly fr il ,

Gentle speeches and embr aces

Had they only hearts i nsi de them 1
Hearts wi thi n the br east and love too , , ,

In the h eart yea love a l lburni ng -

Ah ! I msi ck of thei r false pratin g

, ,
’

’
Of love s sorrows and love s yearni ng
’
.

the di stant mountai n s

’
Il
lw eend
Where the peaceful huts are stand ing ,

Where the breezes free are blo wi ng ,

’
And the bosom free s expandi ng .

’
Il
lascend the di stant mountains
Where th e dusky fir s are spri ngi ng ,

And the haughty clouds are r o a m ing ,

Br ooks are murmur ing birds are si ng in g , .

’
Fare ye well ye p olis h d cha mbers
, ,
’
P ol is h d lor ds and dames begu i ling ;
T o the moun ta ins now ascendi ng
’
I ll look down upon you smi li ng ,
.

N the mountai n stands the cottage

Of the aged mounta i neer ;
Ther e the da rk - green fir is rustling ,
And the golden moon shi nes clear .

In the cottage stands an a rmcha ir -

,

Ri chly carved and won dro usly ;

H e that on i t s i ts is happy ,

And the happy one a mI !

Ou the footstool si ts the mai den ,

On my knee her arms r epose

Eyes a r e li ke two stars all azure ,
Month is like the p urple rosa
2 30 H a nna s
’
POE MS .

And the stars so sweet and azure ,

Lar ge as heaven she on me throws , ,

An d she p u ts h e r lily fin ge r -

Mock ing on the pur ple r os e .

No we r e seen not by the mother

’

, ,

F o r wi th i ndustr y she sp i ns ;
The gui tar the father playi ng ,

Some old melody beg in s .

And the mai den wh i spers softly ,

Softly i n a tone su pp ress d ;

,
’

Many a most important se cr et

’
She to me hath soon conf e ss d
S i n ce the death of aunt however , ,
’
5 We can t o to see the s i ght
‘
g
Of the shooti ng mat c h at Goslar-
,

Whi ch was such a gre at deli ght .

Wher eas her e ti s very lonely

’

Ou the mou nta i n top you know ; -

,

All the wi nter we r e entir ely ’

As though bur i ed in the snow .

And I a ma t i mi d mai den ,

And as fear ful as a chi ld

Of the wi cked mounta in sp iri ts ,

Who at ni ght r ow fie r ce and wild

Sudden i s the sweet one si lent ,

T e rr ifie d by wh at she sa i d ,

And her l i ttle eyes she covers

Wi th her li ttle hands i n dread .

Louder r oars outsi de the fir tree -

,

And the sp i nn ing wheel loud hums ; -

Meanwhi le the gui tar i s ti nkli ng ,

And the olden tune i t strums :

Fear thee not my little darli ng
, ,
’
A t the wi cked s pi ri ts mi ght ;
Angels k ee p my li ttle dar li ng
, ,
”
Safe watc h o e r thee day and ni ght
’

, .

2
IR T R EE wi th green finger s knockin g
’
—

A t the wi ndow s a ll and low, m

And t h e moon , the yellow lis t ne r, ’

Through i t h er sweet light doth thr ow .

232 mama s ’
po ms .

Olden deadly wounds he healeth ,

And r enews the olden la w

Allmen equal ar e and nob le ,

From the earli est b r eath they dr aw .

Every evilcloud he chaseth ,

’
D r i ves the brai n s dar k weft away ,

That corrupteth love and pleasure,

Gri nning at us ni ght and day .

’
Thousand kn i ghts wellar m d for battle
Hath the Holy Ghost or da i n d ’

lhi s pleasur e to ac compl i sh

Al ,

All by m i ghty zeals us ta i n d ’

.

See their trusty swords are gleami ng !

,

See their noble banners wave 1

,

Ah my ch i ld ! hast thou seen ever

,

Kn i ghts l ike thi s so proud and brave 1’

,

No w my child look on me boldly,

, ,

Ki ss me look upon me ni gh 1
,

Such a dar ing kni ght my fai r one , ,

Of the Holy Ghost a mI 1

IL ENTL Y the moon i s hi ding

’
In the dar k gre en fir tree s re ar -
,

A nd our lamp wi thi n the chamber

Fli ckers fai nt wi th gli mmer drea r
, .

But my azure eyes a r e beami ng

Wi th a light that b ri ghter plays ,

And the purple r ose is glowi ng ,

And the dar li ng mai den says

L i t tle elves and li ttle people
Pilfer all our bread and bacon
In the drawer at ni ght they r e lyin g ’

But by morni ng all is taken .

Next our cr eam the li ttle people

F r om the m i lk are wont to sup ,

Leavi ng too the bowl un co ve r d

, ,
’

And the cat t h e r est d ri nks u p .

 PICTU R ES or TR A VEL . 233

And the cat a wi tc h i ndeed is ,

For she crawls whi le ni ght storms lower

,
-
,

U p the spiri t mounta i n yonder

-

To the a nci ent r ui n d tower ’

.

Ther e a castle erst was standi ng ,

Full of joy and gli tteri ng arms ;

Kni ghts and squi res in merry tor ch-dance,
,
’
Mi ngled wi th the ladi es charms .

Then a wi cked old en chantr ess

Men and castle too b e wi tch d ; ’

N ought remai neth but the r ui n s ,

Where the owls thei r nest have pitch d ’

.

Yet my late aunt used to tell us

If the proper wo r d i s sa i d
A t the proper hour at ni ghttime
’
At the p r oper place o er he a d ,

Then the rui ns wi ll be chang ed

To a castle fa ir once mo r e ,

Kni ghts and squires an d ladi es gai ly

Will be dan ci ng as of yore .

H i mby whom that wo r d i s spoken

Men and castle willobey ;
Drums and t r um pe ts wi ll pr oclai m
’ ”
Heraldi ng hi s so v r e i gn sway .

Thus the charmi ng legend s i ssue

From the mouth so like a rose ,

Wh ile an azure starry r adi ance

From h er sweet eyes ove r flo ws .

R ound my hand the l i ttle mai den

T wi nes h e r golden ha ir wi th gl ee ,

Calls by p r etty names my fin ge r s ,

K isses laughs the n mute i s sh e

, , .

Al lwi thi n that si lent chamber

On me looks w i th tru st in g eye ;
Table cupb oard I could fancy
, ,
—

I h ad seen them forme rly .

L ike a fri end the house cloc k pra ttlm

-
,
The gui ta r s car ce audi bly
Of i tself begi ns to ti nkle ,

And as in a d ream s i t I .
2 34 H ar m ’
s PO EMS .

Now s the p r oper pla ce di scove r d

’ ’
.

Now the pr oper hour hath so unded ;

If the pr oper wor d I u tter d ’

Mai den thou wouldst b e astounded

, .

If that wor d I str a ightway utte r d ’

M i dn i ght would grow d i mand quake ,

Fir and str eamlet r oar mo r e lou dly ,

And the aged mo u nta i n wake .

’
Lute s soft str ai ns and p i gmy musi c
F r om the mountai n s cleft s would burst ’

And a flo weri n g wood shoot from them

As in joyous spri ng t i me er st -
.

Flower s all hardy mag i c flo wers

,
-
,

L eaves of si ze so fab ulous ,

Fragrant var i ed hasty q u i v r ing

, ,
-
’

As though passi on s ti rr d them thus ’

.

R oses wi ld as fla me s a l
,
lglow i ng -
,

Dart from out the mass lik e gems ;

L i li es like to crystal a rr ows
, ,
’
U pward shoot t o w r d heaven their stems .

And the sta rs l ike s u ns in g r eatness

,

Downward ga z e wi th yearn i ng glow

In the lily s gi ant c ali x ’
-

They their gushi ng ra di ance throw .

Yet our selves my darl ing mai de n , ,

Alte r d mor e than all we seem ;

’

’
Gold and silk and tor ches lust r e
J oyous ly ar ound u s gleam .

Thou yea thou be coms t a prin cess

, ,
’

To a castle turns th i s cot ;

Kni ghts and squires and lad i es g a i ly
Dance Wi th r aptur e ti ring not , .

Thee and a ll both men and ca stle , ,

I , yea I ha ve gai n d to day ;

’
-

Drums and trumpets lo u d pr oclai m me

,

,
’
Heraldi ng my s ov r e i gn sway !
’

g,
— on
green h i ll s
down ;
O er h i s head the sun all r adi ant
’
-

Is hi s ever golden cr own .

2 36 HEINE s roa
’
ms .

Sti ll more gently would I whi sper

In h e r li ly e ar so tender :
-

T h in k i n dr eam s we love each other

, ,
” ’
And o ur love wi ll ne er surr ender .

6 .

A M the pr i n ces s Ils e ,

’

An d dwell i n Il se n s te in ;

C ome wi th me to my c astle ,
And ther e m i dst pleasur es
’
be min e .

’
Thy hea d I ll softly mo i sten
Wi th my pelluc i d wave ;
Thou shalt for get th ine angui sh ,

Poor sor r ow st r i cke n knave !

-

Wi th i n my arms so snowy ,

U pon my snowy b r east ,

Shalt thou r epose and dr eam there

,

Of olden legends blest .

I ll ki ss thee and embr ace thee

’

,
’
As I embr aced and ki ss d
The dar l ing Kai ser Henr y ,

Who doth no longer exi st .

N one l
i ve
except the l ivi ng ,

The dead are dead and gone

And I a mfair and bloom ing ,

My lau gh i ng hear t bea ts o n .

And as my heart i s beat ing ,

My cr ystal castle doth r ing

The kni ghts and mai dens a re dancin g ,

Th e squi res all joyfully sp r i ng

-
.

The si lken trai ns are r ustl ing ,

Th e spurs of i r on a r e wo rn ,

The dwar fs beat drum and tr umpet ,

A n d fiddle a n d play the horn .

But thee shall my arm hold warmly

As Kai ser Henr y i t held ;
I held h imfast i mpr i s on d ’

Wh en loudly the t r umpet s note swe lld ’ ’

.
 PICT URES or TBA m . 2 37

TH E B A L T I C .

P AR T I 182 5 . .

1 EVE NING T WIL IGHT

. .

’
Y ocean s pall i d stra nd
Sat I tormented i n sp ir i t and lonely
,
.

T h e sun sank lowe r and lowe r and thre w ,

Bed glowi ng streaks upon th e water ,

And the snowy spr ead ing b illows , ,

’
By the floo d hard p re ss d -
,

F oa md and r o a r d still nearer and nearer

’ ’

A wonderful sound a whi sp ri ng and pi pi ng ,

’
,

A laughi ng and mur murin g si gh ing and rushin g , ,

Between ti mes a lullaby h ome s oun di ng si nging - ~

.

Methi nks I hear some olden trad i t i on ,

Pri meval favour i te legend

, ,

Whi ch I er st as a stri pling

’
Learnt from the nei ghbours ch ildren ,

When we on the summer even i ngs

,

On the bous e door s steps allcower d

’
-

C os ily for qui et talki ng .

Wi th our li ttle hearts a l lattenti ve ,

And our eyes allwi sely cur i ous

Whi lst the bi gger maidens ,

Close by the ir fr agrant fio we rp o ts

Sat at the opposi te wi ndow
R osy thei r faces ,

Smili ng il
, lumed by the moon .

2 . S U NS E T .

HE glowin g ruddy s un descends

T Down to th e fa r u p shudder in g -

S ilvery grey wo r ld o cean ;

- —

A i r y i mages r os ily br eath (1 upon ’

A fte r h imr oll and ove r aga i nst h i m

,

, ,

Ou t of the autumnal gli mmeri ng ve i l of clo ud s

’

Wi th fa ce all mour nfu l and p a le as death

B u r S te th forth the moon ,

And beh ind h e r l i ke spar ks of l i ght . ,

M isty br o a d gl i mmer the stars

-
, .
2 38 ma ms a
’
PO EMS .

Once i n the heavens ther e gl i tt e r d

’

J oi n d i n fond uni on
’

Luna the goddess and 801 the god ,

’
And ar ound them the stars all clus te r d ,

Their li ttle innocent chil dren

,
.

But evi l ton gues then whi sp er d di suni on ’

And they par ted i n anger ,

That glori ous r adiant pai r

,
.

No w in the dayt i me in splendour all lonely

, , ,

Wander s the S un god i n r ealms on hi gh

-
,

On account of h i s majesty
Gr eat ly su ng to and wo r s h i pp d
-
’

’
B y ha u ghty bl i ss h ar de n d mortals
,
-
.

But in the ni ght t ime -

,

In heaven wander s Luna ,

U nhappy mother ,

Wi th a llh e r o rph a n d starry chi ldren

’

A n d she gleam s i n s ilent so rr ow ,

And loving mai dens and gentle poets

Devote to h e r tea rs and songs .

The gentle Luna ! womanly mi nded ,

Still doth she love h e r beau t ifu l spouse .

T owar ds the even ing tremb ling and pale

, ,

Peeps she fo r th fr om the li ght c lou ds aroun d ,

And looks at the par t ing one mour nfully ,

And fai n wou ld cr y i n h e r an gui sh : Come l

Come ! the ch i ldr en all long for thee
But the di sdai nfu l Su n god -
,
’

A t the s i ght of hi s spouse g ins glo wi ng ,

Wi th sti ll deeper purple ,

In anger and g ri ef ,

And i nfle xibly hastens he

’
Down to h i s flood chilly wi d o w d bed
-
.

as 11
1

Evil and ba ckb i t i ng tongues

Thus b r ought gr i ef and destr ucti on
E e n mongst the godh eads i mmortal
’ ’
.

An d the poo r godheads yonder i n heaven , ,

Wander i n mi ser y ,

Comfo r tless over the i r endless tracks ,

And death cannot r each them ,

2 40 mama s ’
PO EMS .

Homely s weet for eb ding humm ing

,
o
,

And shakes i n the fire the cr a c kl ing brushwood .

And on i t blows ,

S e that th e li ghts all r u ddy and fli cke ri ng , ,

Magi c sweetly ar e r e fle cte d

-

On h e r fa ir bloom ing featur es ,

On h e r tender snowy shoulder , ,

Whi ch movi ng gently peeps

, ,

F r om out h e r c oar se gr ey smo ck ,

And on he r little anx i ous hand

Whi ch fast ns firme r h cr under ga rment
, ,
e —
.

Over h er graceful hi p .

But sudden the door bur sts open

, , ,

Th e ni ghtly str anger ente r eth in

Love se cu r e h is eye r eposes
-
,

On the snowy slender ma i den , ,

Who tr embling near h imstands

, , ,

L ik e to a star tled bly

And he th r ows hi s mantle to ear th ,

An d laughs and speaks

See now my c h i ld I ve kept my word ’

m
.
, ,

And I come and wi th e hath come ,

T h e olden t i me when the gods fr om the heavens ,

Came down to earth to the da u ghter s of mortals , ,

And the daughte r s of mor tals embraced they ,

And from them ther e i ssued

S ceptr e bea ri ng r ace s of mona r chs
-
,
And heroes wonder s of ear th ,
.

But star t not my chi ld any longer , ,

Beca u se of my godhead
And I pr ay thee gi ve me some tea m
,

i x d wi th
’

F o r tis c old out of door s

’
,

And ami d such ni ght br eezes

Freeze even we we godheads i mmortal , ,

And eas i ly cat ch th e di vinest of colds ,

And a cough that proves q ui te etern al .

4 P OS E IDON
. .

HE sun s bri ght r ays wer e playi ng

’

Over the wi de r olling b r eadth of the sea ; -

’
Fa r i n the roa dstead gl i tt e r d the shi p
Destined to home to convey me
 P ICTURES or mm . 241

But a prop i ti ous wind was yet wantin g ,

And I sat on the whi te downs all calmly

Har d by the lonely strand ,

And I r ead th e so ng of Odysseus ,

T h e olden eve r youthful song

,
-
,

Fr om o u t whose sea be flutt e r d leaves

’
-

J oyf ully r ose to meet me

The br eath of the de i ti es ,

And the shi n i ng spri ng ti me of mortals -

,

An d the bloo m i ng heaven of Hellas .

My gener ous hear t accompani ed t r uly

The son of Laertes i n wanderi ngs and troubles ,

Placed i tself wi th him spiri t to r mented ,

-
,

A t guestl y hearths ,

Where beauteo us queens wer e sp i nn in g t hei r pu r ple ,

And h e lp d himto lie and su cc ee d i n escap ing

’

,
’ ’
From g i ants caverns and nymphs embraces
low d himdown to Cimmer i an ni ght
,

Fo l
’

And i n te mpest and sh i pwreck

And wi th hi mendur ed unspeakable tor ments
,

S ighi ng spake I : Thou wi cked Posei don ,

T hi ne ange r is fearful ;
I myself a manxi ous
As to my own return .

’
Sca r ce br e a th d I the se words ,

When the sea foamd on h i gh ’

And out of the sno wy bi llows ar ose

Th e sedge be cr o wn e d head of the seagod
-
,

And sco r nfully c r i ed h e :

Fear not li ttle poet !
,

’
I ll not for one moment endanger
Thy poor l i ttle vessel ,

And thy dear li fe shall not be tormented

y any cr i ti caltossing
"
.

’
For thou l i ttle poet hast never a n n o y d me
, , ,

No si ngle tu rr et was i njured by thee

In Pr i am s sac r ed fort r ess
’

N 0 s ingle hai r di dst thou e er s inge

’

In the eye of my son Polyphemus ,

’
And tho u hast ne er been advi sed or pr otec ted
”
By the goddess of wi sdom Pal l as Athene 1 ,
242 H E INE s
’
PO E MS .

Thus cri ed Pose i don ,

And sank neath the ocean agai n

’

And at the vulgar seaman s wi t ’

'
L a u gh d under the water
Amph i tr i te the cl umsy fish woman
, .

And the si lly daughters of Ner eus .

5 H OM A GE
. .

O
my t r usty number s
U p u p ! and on wi th your arms
,

B i d the trumpet to blow ,

And ra ise hi gh on my shi eld

The youthful mai den ,
’
Who s now to rule my heart ,

My un di vi ded heart as queen , .

Hai l to thee youthf ul qu e en !

,

Fr om the sun on hi gh
Tear I h i s spar kli ng ruddy gold ,
And of i t weave a d i adem
For th i ne ano inted head .

Fr om the flutte rin g blue silken heaven s veil -

’

’
Wherei n ni ght s di amonds are gleami ng ,

Out I a costly p iece ,

An d hang as cor onat i on mantle

, ,

U pon thy r egal shoulder s .

I g ive to thee as courti ers . ,

’
Some well b edi z e n d sonnets
-
,

Haughty te r z inas and courtly stanz as ;

My wi t shall se r ve thee as footman ,

And as cour t fool my phantasy -

,

As herald the laughi ng tears on my scutcheon

, ,

My humour shall ser ve thee .

But I O my queen
, ,

Befo r e thee kneel down ,

In homage on red velvet cushi on

, ,

And to thee hand over

The small bit of r eason ,

Wh i ch o u t of compassi on was left me

, ,
’
By her who l ast gove rn d thy ki ngdom .

6 . D ECL AR A TION .
244 m O
s P EMS.

T hou li tt le
youthful ma i den ,

Come to my hear t so vast ;

My heart and the sea and the heavens
For very love are dying .

Gainst the azur e veil of hea ven

’

Wher e the beauteous stars are t wi nkling ,

Fai n I d p r ess my li ps wi th ardour

’

Pr ess them wi ldly madly weeping

, .

Yonder stars the ver y e yes a r e

Of my lov e d one tho usand chang ing
,
-

Gli mmer they and g reet me kindly

Fr om the azure vei l of heaven .

T ow r d the azur e ve il of heaven ,

’

T o w r d the eyes of my beloved one ,

’

L i ft I up my arms i n wor sh ip ,
An d I pr ay , and thus b e seech them

Beauteous eyes ye lights of mer cy

, ,

0 make happy my poor sp iri t ,

Let me di e and as my guer don

, ,

Win both you and allyour heaven 1

From those heavenly eyes above me

L i ght and t r embl ing sp a r ks ar e fall ing
T hrough the n i ght and then my sp ir i t
,

Loving wi de and wi der stretcheth

-
.

O ye heavenly eyes above me 1

Weep yourselves in to my S piri t .

That my sp iri t may r un over

Wi th those te a rs so sweet and starry !
i

Cr adled by the ocean billows ,

And by thoughts that seem li ke vi si ons ,

Si lent lie I in the cabi n ,

In the dark bed in the corner .

Thr ough the open hatchway see I

T here on h i gh the sta r s all r adi ant -
,

T hose sweet eyes so dear ly ch e r i sh d

’

Of m y sweet and dearly loved o ne .

 P ICTUR ES o r TR AVEL . 245

’
Those sweet eyes so dearly ch e ri sh d
Far above my head a r e watch ing ,

And they ti nkle and they beckon

From the azure veil of heave n
T o w rd the azur e vei l of heaven
’

Gaze I many an hour wi th raptu 1e ,

T ill a wh i te and m i sty c urtai n

’
From me hi des those eyes so cheri sh d .

Ga inst the boar ded si de of the sh i p

’

Wher e my d r eaming head is lyi ng

,

R ave the b illows the furi ous b illows , .

They r ear and they murmur

Thus soft i n my ear
0 foo li sh young fellow !
Th ine a rmi s short and the heavens ar e wi de
And yonder stars a r e fir mly na iled ther e
, ,

In vai n is thy yearni ng in vai n i s thy si ghi ng , ,

’ ”
Th e best thou c an st do i s to sleep 1
1

I dreamt and dream ing sa w a spac i ous heath

, ,

Far overspr ead wi th wh i te wi th whi test snow , ,

And neath that wh i te snow bur i ed I was lyi ng

’
,

And slept the lone some chi lly sleep of death , .

Yet from on hi gh from out the darkli ng heavens ,

,
’
L oo k d down upon my grave those eyes all starry -
,

Those eyes so sweet 1 In tri umph they wer e gleami ng ,

In calm and radi ant but excessi ve love .

8 . S T OR M .

HE ra gi ng
te mpest is ,

It fio gge th the b illo ws ,

the b illows fie r ce foam ing and r ear ing

,
-
,

R i se up on h igh and wi th l ,
i fe are all heavi ng
The sno wy watery mountai ns ,

And the small ba r k climbs o er them ’

Labo uring h a sti ly ,

And suddenly plunge th i t down

In the black w i de gaping aby ss of the flo od
,
-
.

0 sea !
Mother of beau t y the foam ari sen one !
,
-

Grandmothe r of love ! 0 Spar e me !

Alrea dy flutt e rs corpse-scentin g
, ,
246 H E INE S
’

POE MS .

The snowy spi ri t l ike sea mew

,
- -
,
’
And we tte th h i s beak gai nst the mas t
And longs e a ge r to taste for th e hear t
,
—
,
—

Whi ch pr o clai meth the fame of thy daughter ,

And wh i ch thy grandson the li ttle r ogue , ,

Chose for h is playth i ng .

In vai n my entreati e s and pr ayer s 1

My cry di e s away i n the blusteri ng storm ,
’
In the Wi nd s ba ttle shout ; -

It r oars and pi pes and crackles and howls ,

L ike a madhouse of noi ses !

And between times I audi bly he a r
, ,

H ar p s tr ai n s a llur i ng
v

Songs all wi ld and year ning ,

Spi r i t melting and sp ir i t r ending

- -
,

And t h e voi ce I reme mbe r !

Fa r away on the r ock coast of S c otland
,
-
,

Wher e the old gr ey castle p r oje cte th

Over the wild ra gi ng sea ,

T her e at the lofty and ar c h ed wi ndow ,

Standeth a woman beauteo u s but ill, ,

Softly tr anspar ent and mar ble pale

- -
,

And she s playi ng h er har p and she s si ngin g

’ ’

And the w i nd th r ough h e r long locks force th i ts way

And heareth h e r gloomy song
’
Over the wi de and tempest toss d sea -
.

9 . CALM A T SE A .

ALM at sea 1 H is beams all r adiant

Th r ows the sun acr oss the water ,

And ami d the heavi ng jewel s ,

Fur r ows g reen th e sh i p i s tracing .

Near the steer sman lies the boatswain

On h i s
stomach snor ing gently ,

Near the mast the sai ls r epai ri ng , ,

Squats the cabi n boy all tarr y -

,
-
.

But beh i n d h i s cheek s so dir ty

R e d bl ood sp r i ngs a mou rnful q u iv ri ng
’
,

R ound h i s wi de mouth plays and sadly ,

Star e h is eyes so lar ge and hands ome , .

248 H EINE S
’
POEM S .

Aged women ,

In gar ments all br own and strange l ooki ng -

,

Psalm book and rosary i n hand

-
,

Hasten wi th tri pp ing step

’
T o w rd the cathedral chur ch
Im
,

pe l
ld by the sound of the bells
’

An d th e r ush i ng notes of the or gan .

Mysteri ous awe se i z e th me too ,

Cau se d by the d i stant sound ;

A ne er ending year n i ng and sadness dee p
’
-
.

’
Steal o e r my heart ,

My sc ar c ely heal d heart ;

-
’

It seems as though i ts bi tte r wounds

By d e ar li ps wer e ki ss d open
’

And once agai n wer e bleedi ng

Wi th drops hot and ruddy ,

Wh i ch long and slowly downward fall

U pon an an ci ent hou se below
In yon deep ocean ci ty
-
,

U pon an anc i ent and hi gh gabled house -

.

Wher e s i ts i n lonely melan choly

A mai den at the wi ndow ,

H e r head on h e r arm r e c lin ed ,

L i ke to some poor for gotten child

, ,

And I kno w thee thou poor forgotten chi ld l

, ,

T hus deep thus deep then

, ,

Thou h i dd s t thy s elf from me

’

In some chi ldi sh conc ei t ,

And c ouldst not rea scend ,

And s a tt e st str ange among stran ge people

, ,

F i ve hu ndr ed year s ,

And I meanwhile wi th soul fullof gri ef

, ,

Sought th e e over all the ea rth ,

And ever sought th ee ,

Thou ever beloved one

—
,

T hou long t ime lost one

— -
,

Thou fina lly foun d one

-
,

I ve found thee at last and agai n behold

’

Th y c ounten a nce sweet ,

Thi ne eyes so pr udent and fai thful ,

Thy smi le so dear ~

An d never agai n wi l l I le ave th e e ,

 PICTURE S OF TR A VEL . 2 49

And do wnward hasten I to thee ,

And wi th wi de spr eading arms -

Throw myself do wn on thy heart .

But j ust i n t i me
1 was se i zed by the foot by the Capta i n ,

A nd to r n fromthe s i de of the sh ip ,

Wh ile he cr i ed laugh i ng b i tter ly :

,

Why Doctor a re you mad

, ,

11 P U R IFICATION
. .

EM A IN thou in thy ocean - depths ,

Del i ri ous dream ,
T hat e r st so many a ni ght
My heart wi th false joy hast tormented ,
And now a n ocea n spectr e
,
-
,
’ ’
E en i n bri ght daylight th r e a te n s t me
R emai n belo w ete rnal ly , ,

And I llthrow do wn to thee ther e

’

All my sins and my sorr ows ,

And folly s cap a nd bells

’

That r ound my head so long have rattled ,

And the cold and glisteni ng ser pent sk in -

Of h ypo cr i sy ,

Wh i ch so long hath t wi ned round my spi ri t ,

My si ckly spir i t ,

My God denyi ng angel-denyi ng

-
,

U nhappy sp iri t
Ho i ho 1 he i b e l Her e comes the wind !
Over the pla in so destructi ve when smooth
Hastens the shi p ,

And my resc u ed sp iri t rejo i ce s .

12 . P E A CE .

GH i n the heavens there sto od the s un

Cradled i n sno wy clouds ,
Th e sea was s ti ll ,
A nd musing I lay at the helm of the sh i p ,
D r eamily m using , and half i n waki ng —

And half in sl umbe r , I gazed upon Chri st ,

T he Savi our of man .

In str eam ing and sno wy gar ment

H e wa nde r d , gi ant great,
’
-

Over land and sea ;

2 50 mama s ’
POE MS .

H is
’
head r ea ch d high to the heavens ,
Hi s hands he s tre tch d out i n blessin g
’

Over land and sea ;

And as a heart in hi s b osom
Bor e he the sun ,

Th e sun all r uddy and fla min g ,

And the ruddy and flamin g sunny heart -

Shed i ts beams of me rc y
And i ts beauteou s bli ss givi ng l i ght
,
-
,

L i ght ing and warmi ng

Over land and sea .

Sounds of bells wer e solemnly drawi ng

He r e and ther e l ike swans wer e drawi ng
,

B y r osy bands the gl i d ing sh i p ,

’
And drew it spor t i vely t ow r d the green shore ,

Wher e men wer e dwell i ng i n hi gh and turr ete d

,
’
O e r ha nging town .

0 blessings of pea ce ! how sti ll the town !

H u sh d was the hollow sound
’

Of busy and swelter i ng tr a de ,

And th r ough the clean and e choing streets

Wer e passing men i n whi te att i re ,

Palm branches be a rin g

-
,

A n d when two chan ced to meet ,

T hey vi e w d each other wi th i nward i ntell i gence ,

’

And trembl ing in love and sweet deni al

, ,
’
Ki s s d on the fo r ehe a d each other ,

And ga z ed up on hi gh
’
A t the Savi our s sunny heart -
,

Whi ch glad and atoningly

,

Be amd down i ts ruddy b lood

’

And three t imes blest thus sp ake they,

”
P r ai s ed be J es us Christ 1
i i Q

Couldst thou th i s vi si on have only i magined,

What wouldst thou not gi ve for i t ,

My dear est fr i end !

T hou who in head and lo i ns art so weak ,

And so str ong i n thy fai th ,

And the T ri ni ty w or sh ip s t i n U ni ty ’

An d the dog and the cr o ss and the paw

Of thy lofty patrone ss dai ly l cis se st .
2 52 Hs mn s ’

ro a m s .

Hai l to thee O thou O c ean eter ne !

,

L ike vo i ces of home thy water s a r e rush ing ,

L ike vi si ons of c h ildhood saw I a gl i mmerin g

Over thy heaving billowy r ealm -
,

11d olden r ememb rance aga in tell s me stori es

Of all the dar l ing beauti ful playthi ngs
, ,

Of a l
lthe gl i tte r i ng Chri stmas pr esents
.
,

Of all the r uddy c or a l b r an c hes ,

The gold fish pear ls and colour d shells

,
’

Wh i ch thou myster i ously dost keep

Down yonder i n br ight crystal house .

0 how have I la n guish d in drear for e ig n lands ! ’

’
L ike to a wi th e r d flo we r
In the tin case of a botan i st
.

Lay in my bosom my heart ;

Methought whole wi nter s long I sat
A n i nvali d i n dar ksome s i ck r oom
,
-

A nd now I suddenly leave i t ,

An d wi th dazzl ing r ays a mI greeted

’
B y emer ald sp r i ngt ime the sunny a wa k e n d ,
-
,

And the snowy blossom ing trees are a llrustl ing ,

And the youthful flo we r s upon me gaze

Wi th eyes a llch e<1u er d and fragrant ; [ laugh i n
’

’
g
Ther e s a perfu me and h ummi ng and br eathi ng and
And the b i r ds i n the azur e heavens are si nging
Thalatta ! Th a la tta l
Thou val i ant r etreat ing heart !
How oft how bi tter o ft wast thou
,
-
,

Har d pr e s s d b y the Northern b ar bari an women 1

’

F r om lar ge vi ctor ious eyes

Shot they the ir bur nin g a rr ows ;
’
Wi th wor ds both cr ooked and p olish d
They thr eatened to cleave my br east ,

Wi th cuni form bi llets doux h a r as s d they -

’

My poo r di str ac te d br ai n
Ih va i n I held my sh i eld to r es i st them .

T h e arrows wh i z z d and the blows cra sh d heavily

’ ’
,

And by the Nor ther n bar bari an women

Bac k to the sea was I d r i ven ,

And fr eely br eath ing I hai led the sea ,

The dar l ing l ife sav ing sea -

,

T halatt a ! T halatta 1 .
 P ICTU R ES OF TR A V EL . 2 53

2 . THU ND ERS T OR M .

E A V IL Y li es on th e oc ean the storm ,

And through the dar ksome wall of clou ds

Qui ve r s the for ked l ightni ng fla sh ,

Suddenly gleami ng and suddenly van ishi ng ,

L ike a tho u ght fr om the head of Cr oni on .

Ove i the desert far heaving water

,
-

A far the thunde r s are roll i ng ,

T h e s nowy b i llowy hor ses ar e spri ng ing ,

’
Whi ch Bor eas self di d engender
Out of the beautiful mar es of Eri ch ton ,

And the seafowl are mo ur nfully flutter in g ,

L i ke shado wy cor pses by Styx ,

By Charon r epulsed fr om hi s desolate bar k .

Poo r bu t merr y little shi p

, ,

Yonder dan cing the str angest dance !

ZEo l u s sends i t h i s bri skest attendants ,

Wh o wi ldly stri ke up for the frolicsome dance

The one i s p ip ing another i s blowi ng , ,

The thi r d i s beat ing the hollow double bass -

And the stagge r ing sai lor stands at the rudder ,

And on the comp a ss i s stead i ly looki ng ,

That trembl ing soul o f the vessel ,

And rai ses hi s hands i n entreaty to heaven

O rescue me Castor thou her o g iganti c
, , ,

And thou k ni ght of the ri ng Polydeuces 1

, ,

3 T H E S H IP WR ECK E D ONE
. .

PE and love ! A llc r umbled to atoms !

And I myself li ke to a corpse ,

T h r own up by the growli ng sea ,

L i e o n the strand ,

The dr ear y naked strand

, .

B e for e me the watery waste i s hea ving

, ,

Beh ind me lie but sorr ow and m i sery ,

A n d ove r me h i gh a r e pass ing the clouds ,

The for mless grey hued daughte r s of a ir -

,

Who out of the sea in m i sty buckets , ,

Draw up the water ,

A nd wea r ily dr ag i t and drag i t ,

Then sp ill i t agai n in the sea ,

A mo u rnful and ted i ous bus iness .

And useless as e en my own life ’

.
 mm s a a
’

PO EMS .

The b illows mur mur the se a me ws arc scre aming

, ,

Olden r ememb r anc e s over me dri ft ,

D rea ms long for gotten and i mages p eri sh d ’

Pai nfully sweet come to li ght .

In the Nor th a woman is l i ving ,

A beauteous woman r oyally fai r , .

H e r slende r figu r e l i ke a tall c ypr ess

, ,

By an alluri ng wh i te r obe i s embra c ed ;

H e r d a rk and flo win g tr e sses ,

L ike to a bl i ssful ni ght a r e streami ng ,

Down from h e r lofty br ai d cr own ed head

,
-
,

And dream ily sweetly for m ri nglets

-

Over h e r sweet p a le face

And o ut of h e r sweet pale face ,
’
Lar ge and o e r p o we r in g beams an eye ,

L i ke a black s u n in r adi ance .

O thou bla ck sun how oft en , ,

Enchant ingly ofte n I d r ank fr om thee

,

Wi ld flames of i nsp ir at i on ,

And st ood and r ee ld all dru nk wi th fir e

’

, ,

Then h o ver d a m ild and dovel ike sm i le

’

R ound the h i gh co ntr acted haughty li ps

-
,

And the h i gh co ntr acted haughty li ps

-

’
B r e a th d fo rt h wo r ds as sweet as moo nli ght ,
’
And tender as the r o s e s fragrance
An d then my sp iri t ascended ,

And fle w like an eagle strai ght up i nto h ea ve n l

, ,

Pe a ce ye billows and sea mews !

,
-

Al li s now over happ i ness hope

, , ,

Hope a y and love ! I lie on the shore

, , ,

A lonely and sh ipwr ecked man ,

And p r ess my countenance glo wi ng

Deep i n the hum i d sand .

4 SU NS ET
. .

beaut ous sun

e

Hath calmly descende d down to the sea ;

The heavi ng water s already are dyed
B y d u sky ni ght
No u ght b ut the even i ng s red
’

’
Wi th golden l i ght st ill spr eadeth o er them ,

And the rush i ng fo rce of the flood

2 56 H EINE S Po
'

ms .

I saw hi mmy self in the n i ght just past

, ,

R isi ng out of the se a as h igh as hi s bosom

A jacket of yello w fla nn elhe wore ,

And a l i ly wh i te ni ghtcap
-
,
’
And a face all wi th e r d and dry .

5 THE S ONG OF T HE OC E A NIDE S

. .

H A D OWS
’
of eveni ng o e r ocean a r e fal ling
And lonely wi th none but h is lonely soul wi th hi m
,

, ,

S its ther e a ma n on the d r e a r y stran d ,

And looks wi th death ch i lly look u p on h i gh

,
-
,
’
T ow rd the spac i ous death ch i lly vault of heaven
,
-
,

And looks on the spaci ou s b i llowy mai n ,

And over the sp a c i ous b i llowy mai n

L ik e ai ry sa i lor s h i s si gns ar e flo a ting
, ,

R etur n i ng agai n despon dingly ,

F or they have found fast clos ed the hear t

Wher ein they fain would anchor
And he g r oans so loud that the snowy sea me ws ,
—
,

Startled away fr om their sandy nests ,

Fl u tte r ar ound hi mi n flo cks ,

And he speaks unto them these laughing words

Y e black legg ed b i r ds ,
-

Wi th snowy p ini ons o e r the sea flutter in g, ’

Wi th cr ooked beak s the se a water sucki ng up,

And trai n-oi ly seal s fle sh devour i ng,
’

Your li fe i s b itte r as i s your food 1

But I, the happy one, ta ste nought but sweetness !
I taste the r ose s sweet exhalati on
’

The mo on ligh t n ouri sh e d bri de of the ni ght in gale ;

I taste too the sweetness of al
, ,
lthi ngs :
Loving and be i ng love d !
She loves me ! sh e loves me ! th e beauteous mai den !
Now stands she at home i n h er house s hi gh balc ony,
’

And looks in the t wil i ght abr oad o er the hi ghway ,

’

And dar kens and for me doth yearn I assur e you !

,
—

In vai n she looketh ar ound and she si gheth ,

And si gh i ng descends she down to the gar den ,

And wanders in fragrance and moonli ght

'

And speaks to the flo wer s and telleth them

How I the beloved one so pr eci ous um
.

, , ,

S o worthy of love I a ssure you 1 —

 P ICTUR ES or T R A VEL . 2 57

‘
And then bed i n slumber i n dream
in , , ,

My darlin g fo r m ar ound h e r sports bli ssfully ,

An d then at mor n ing at b r eakfast

U pon her gl i steni ng br ead and butter
Sees she my countenance smi li ng ,

And she eats i t for love I assure you ! —

Thus is he boasti ng and bo a st ing ,

And betweentimes th e sea mews a r e screaming -

,

L i ke old ir oni ca l chu cklin g

The m i sts of twi li ght r i se up on hi gh ;
Out of the vi olet c louds all gloom ily ,
-

P e e pe th th e grass yellow moon ;

-

H igh a r e roari ng the bi llows of ocean ,

And from the depths of the h igh r oar i ng se a -

,

Mournful as wh i sper in g gales of wi nd ,

Soundeth the song of the Ocean i des ,

Th e beauteous compassi o ate sea nymphs

n
-
,

And loudest of all the vo i ce so enth r alling

Of Pele u s spou se the s ilve r y footed one
’
-
, ,

And they r e s igh i ng and s i nging

’

O fool thou fool ! thou hectoring fool !

,

Thou sorr ow tormented one 1

-

Cruelly mur de r d are all thy br i ght hopes

’

Th y bosom s fr ol icsome ch i ldren

’

And ah ! thy h eart thy Ni obe heart ,

-

T h r ough gri ef turn d to stone !

Wi th i n th y head tis now n i ght’
,

An d th r ough i t ar e fla s h in g the li ghtn i ngs of fr e n z y .

An d thou boastest of so rr ow !
0 fool thou fool ! thou hectori ng fool !
,

Headstr ong art thou as thy fo r efather ,

T h e lofty T i tan who heave nly fir e

,

Sto le fr om the gods and gave unto mortals ,

’
And vultur e to rmented ch a i n d to the r ock
,
-
, ,

D e fied e en Olympus d e fie d groan in g loudly

’

, , ,

So that i n ocean s tar depths d id we hear i t

’

And to h imcame wi th a comforti ng song .

0 fool thou fool ! thou hecto r ing fool !

,

But thou art mor e power less even th an h e ,

And thou would st do well to honour the de i ties

’

And pat iently bear the bur den of sorr ow ,

And pat iently be a r wi th i t long a y full long , , , ,

8
2 58 H a nna s
’
POE MS .

T i ll Atlas h i mself hi s pati ence hath los t ,

'

An d the heavy wor ld from hi s shoulders throws ofi

”
Into eternal ni ght .

Thus sound ed the song of the Oceani des ,

T h e beauteo u s compassi ona te wate r nymphs -
,

T i ll st ill louder bil

lows at last ove rp o we r d i t
’

Then went the moon in the rear of the clouds ,

’
And n i ght gan to ya wn ,

And long I sat in the darkness wi th weepi ng , .

6 . TH E G ODS OF GR EE CE .

UL L BLOSSOMING moon ! In thy fai r l

-
i ght
L i ke li qui d gold , the oce a n gleams :
L ike daylight s c learness , yet ch armd into twi light,
’ ’

’
Over the strand s wi de plain all is lyi ng ;
In the starless clear azur e heavens
Hover th e snowy clouds ,

L i ke colos salfigur e s of deiti es

Of gli tt eri ng ma r ble .

No
’
, tis
not s o no clouds can they be !
,

T i s they them s elves the Gods of old Hel

’
las , ,
’
Who on ce so joyously r uled o e r the wor ld
B ut n o w tormented and p e ris h d
’

, ,

L i ke monster spe ctres a r e movi ng along

Ove r the m i dni ght heaven .

Wond r i ng and strangely blinded obs erved I

’

The ai r y pa ntheon ,

The solemnly m u te and fearfully movin g

F i gures g i ganti c .

He
’
yonder s Cr oni on the monar ch of heaven ; ,

Snow whi te a r e the locks of h i s head

-
,

Locks so famous for shak ing Olympus

He holds in h i s hand h i s e xtingui sh ed bolt ,

And i n hi s fac e lie mi sfort une and gri ef ,

And yet wi thou t change h i s olden pri de .

T hose t i mes i ndeed wer e bette r 0 Zeus , ,

When th ou d ids t take pleasure di vi nely

In yo u ths and i n nymphs and i n h e cato mbs '
But even the Gods ca n re i gn not for ever
.
,

The younger pr ess har d on the i r elders ,

As thou di dst once on thy grcy headed father -

2 60 HEINE s
’
PO EMS .

And when I bethi nk me how ai r y a nd cowardly '

Th e godheads a r e who ove r came you , ,

The new n owruli ng mourn fu l godh eads

,
-
, ,

T h e mi sch i evous ones i n the sheepskin of meeknes s .

Then over me steals a glor i ous r esentment ,

And fain would I b r eak the new bor n temples -

,

And figh t on your si de ye anci ent de i t ies , ,

F or you and your good amb r os i al r i ghts

, ,

And befor e your lofty alta r s ,

The on c e mo r e r estor ed the sa cri fice s te a ming

- -
, ,

Fa in would I kneel down and pr ay ,

And pr ayi ng rai se to w r d you my a rm

, ,
’

Fo r ever mo r e ye anci ent dei t i es

, ,

Have ye been wont i n the c ombats of mor tals , ,

T o jo i n yo u r selves to the si de of the vi ctor ,

And ther efor e i s man mor e h i gh m i nded t han ye -

.

And i n c omb ats of dei ti es deem I i t r i ght

’
To take the par t of the va nq ui sh d dei t i es .

X
= = ih

’
T hus di d I speak and vi si bly r e dden d ,

Yon pale c loudy figure s on h i gh ,

And on me they gaz ed l i ke dy ing ones .

Sorr ow i llum ined and suddenly va ni sh d

-
,
’
.

The moon too h i d her self

, ,

Beh i nd the clouds that dar kly came over h er ;

H i gh up r oar ed the sea ,

And then tr iu mphantly stood in the heavens

The star s alleternal —
.

7 .
Q U E S TIONS .

Y the sea by the deser t ni ght cover d sea

,
-
’

Standeth a youth ,

H i s br east full of sadness hi s head full of doubt ings, ,

And wi th gloomy lips he asks of the bil lo ws

0 answer me l ife s h i dden r i ddle ,

’

T h e r i ddle p r imeval and pai nful,

Ove r wh i c h many a head has been pori ng ,

Heads i n h i er oglyphi cal ni ght caps ,

Heads in tur bans and swar thy bonnets ,

Heads i n per uk es and a thousand other .

Poor and per sp ir ing hea ds of u s mor tal s

 P ICTU R E S OF TR AVEL. 26 ]

Tell me what s igni fies man

F rom whence doth he come And where doth he go ?

Who dwelleth amongst th e golden stars yonde r

The b i llows a r e mu rmri ng the ir murmur ete rnal
’

The wi nd i s blowing the c louds are flying

, ,

Th e stars ar e t winkl i ng all l i stless and cold

,
-

And a fool i s awai tin g an answer .

8 T H E P H CE NIX
[ ward
. .

HE R E co mes a b i r d who hath flo wn from the west

H e flie s t o w r d the east
’

T o w r d the easte r n gar den home

’
-
,

Where the sp i ces so fragrant a re growi ng ,

And palms a r e wa vi ng and wells a r e cooli ng

And flyi ng the wond r ous b ir d thus singeth
,

She loves h i m she loves hi m1

,

H is i mage she bears i n h e r l i ttle bosom ,

And bears i t sweetly and secr etly h idden ,

N or knows i t herself 1
But i n h e r v i si on before h er he stands
, ,

She prays and she weeps and she ki sses h i s hands

, , ,

And calls on hi s name .

And c all ing awakes she and l i eth all startled -

,

And r ubbe th h e r b eauteous eyes i n amazement

She loves hi m! she loves h i m1

9 E CH O
[ de ck
. .

AINST the mast r ecl i n i ng and h i gh on the lofty ,

Stood I and hear d I the song of the b ir d .

L ike black g reen steeds wi th s i lver y manes

—
, ,

T h e wh i te and cu rl i ng b illows we r e sp r ing ing ;

L i ke flocks of swans wer e sa il ing past u s ,

Wi th gl i tteri ng sa ils the men of He ligoland

, ,

The nomads bold of the Balt ic .

Over my head in the azur e ete rne

, ,

Snowy clouds were flutte ri ng o n ,

Whi le spa rkled the sun eve r last ing ,

The rose of the he avens the h e r y bloom i ng one

.
-
.

Wh o joyfully mirr o r d h im self in the o c ea n ;

’

And heaven and ocean and w i th them my h ea rt

In e cho r esounded
She loves h i m! She loves himl
 POEMS
’

26 2 H E INE S .

10 S EA S ICK NE SS
.
-
.

HE dar k grey c lou ds of the after noon

-

Deeper ar e s inking fast over the sea

Wh i ch dar kly seemeth to r i se to meet them
,

A n d bet ween them the shi p dr i ves oh .

Sea s i ck s it I unmoved by the mast

-
,

And make o b se rvat i ons r espe ct ing myself ,

P r imeval ash gr ey obser vat i ons

,
-
,

Wh i ch Father Lot of old d id make

When he had dr unk too much of the grape ,

And a fter war ds fo u nd himself ami ss .

A t t i mes I beth i nk me of olden stor i es

How cr oss ma rk d p i lgr ims of olden days
-
’

In stor my jour neys the comf or t ing i mage

R el i gi ously ki ss d of the Holy V i r g in
’

How kni ghts when si ck i n su ch sea mi sery

‘

-
, ,
’
The dar l i ng glove of their wor sh i pp d m i st r ess
’

P r e ss d to the i r l ips and then wer e comfor te d

But I a msi tt ing and chew wi th vexat i on
,

A 11 a n ci e nt h e r r i n g the comfort e r salty

'
,

After hard dri nking or i ndi gest i on 1

Al lth i s t ime the sh i p i s figh tin g
Wi th th e furi ous heaving flo od ,

No w li ke a rear i ng battle ste ed stands i t -

On i ts h i nder par t s o that the r udde r c racks

,

N o w i t plunges h ea dfor wa r d down agai n

In th e howl ing abyss of the water s ;
Aga i n as though car elessly love fai nt
,
-
,

T h i nks i t to lay i tself down

On the bla ck b r east of the b i llow g i gant i c ,

Who m i ght ily onwar d r oar s ,

And sudden a desolate o c ean water fall

,
-
,

In snowy cur li ngs plunges down h eadlong ,

And cover s me over wi th foam .

All th i s swayi ng and hev r ing and tossing ’

Is qui te unendur able 1

In vai n doth my eye keep watch and seek for
T h e Ger man coa st B ut alas no u ght bu t water 1
.
, ,

Evermor e wate r fast movi ng water ! ,

-

As the wi nter wande r er at eveni ng

-

Longs for a comfort ing warm cup of tea ,

 PO EMS
’

2 64 H EINE S .

But most of a l lthe for m of my loved one ,

’
T hat angel head on the R hen i sh wi ne s gold ground
-

0 how fai r h o w fa ir art thou loved one !

, , ,

T hou a r t a ver y r ose ,

N o t l ike the r ose of fai r Sch i r as ,

T h e n i ght ingale s br ide of whom H a fis once sang ;

’

No t l ike the r zse of Shar on

s
,
’
Th e sacr ed and r e d one the p r oph et h onour d one ;
,
-

’ "
But th ou r t l ike the r ose i n the cellar at B emen 1
r

T hat i s the rose of all r oses ,

The older she grows the fai rer she blossoms

, ,

And h er heavenly fr ag rance hath gla dd e n d my bosom ’

Hath ser ved to insp i r e me ser ved to enchant me , .

And d id the head of th e c ellar of B r emen

Not hold me fast yes fast by my hai r , ,

I surely h a d tumbled !
The worthy man ! we sat together ,

And drank l ike breth ren ,

We spoke of lofty myster i ous thi ngs ,

We s i gh d and sank i n the ar ms of each other

’

,
’
And he did c onvert me to love s r eli gi on ,

I dr ank to the he alth of my b i tte r est enemi es

And ever y wr et ched poet I par doned
As I myself for p ar don would hope ;
I wept w i th devot i on and lastly ,
’
T h e doors of the pla c e wer e un to me op e n d
Wher e the twelve apostles the sacred tuns , ,

S ilently pr each though understood plainly

,

By ever y nati on .

T r ue men i ndee d !
In wooden coats fr om wi thout all i nv i s i ble
,
-
,

Inwardly a r e they mor e r adia nt and fair er

Than a llthe haughty p r i ests of the temple ,

And Her od s satelli tes cr in ging and courti er s

’

,
’
Al lgl i tt r i n g i n gold and cloth ed i n purple ;
E ver my wont i s to say
Not amongst the mere common people ,

One i
sec t o n o f th e fa mou s
B re en Ce l la r i s ca l m
le d th e R o se ,
a n d i s sa i d to conta i n b ook o f b
e t we e n t wo a nd th re e ce nt uri es
old . ll
A no th er p a rt i s ca ed th e A po s tle s Ce la r , a nd h as i n it ’
l
t we lve vats, k nown a s t h e T we lve A po stle s, also fu lof ve ry old l
Wi ne .
 P ICTUR ES or TR A V EL . 26 5

No , i n the best and poli test soc i ety ,

Constantly li ved the mona1 ch of heaven .

Hallelujah ! How sweetly wave round me

The palm trees of Bethel !
-

How fra grant the my rr h i s of H ebr on l

How J or dan i s r oar in g and r eeli ng wi th rapture
, ,

Wh i le my i mmortal soul also 18 r eelin g ,

And I reel wi th i t and whi lst thus r eeli ng

, ,

I mbr ought up the sta irs and i nto the dayl i ght
’

By the wo rt hy head of th e cellar of Breme n .

Thou worthy head of the cellar of B r emen !

See wher e s i t on the r oofs of the houses
The angels all well drunken and si ngi ng ;
,
-

The glowi ng sun hi gh up i n the heavens

Is nought but the re d and drunken nose
Whi c h the Wor ld Sp i r i t st i cks out
-
,

And r ound the Wor ld Sp iri t s r e d nose —

’

Wh ir leth the whole of the drunken wor ld .

12 . E P IL OGU E .

S on the plai n shoot up the wh ea tstalks

S o do the tho u ghts in the spi r i t of man
G ro w up and wave r ;
But the gentle thou ghts of the poet
Are as the r ed a nd blue c olo ur d flo wers —
’

Merrily bloom ing bet ween them .

R e d and blue c ol
’
-
ou r d flo we r s 1

The sur ly r eaper rejects you as useless ,

Wooden fia ils all scor nfully thresh you

-

Even the needy t r aveller ,

Whom you r s i ght rejoi ces and qui ckens ,

Shaketh hi s h e ad ,

And c alleth you pr etty weeds

But the rusti c vi r gi n ,

The twine r of garlands ,

Doth honour and plu ck you ,

And wi th yo u decketh h e r beauteous locks ,

’
And th us a d o rn d makes haste to the dance
, ,

Whe r e p i pes and fiddle s sweetly a r e soun ding ,

Or to th e s ilent bee c h t r ee -
[ sound,

Wher e the voi ce of the loved one st il l swe eter doth

Than p i pes o r than fiddle s .
266 H EINE S
’
POEMS .

M ONOL OGU E .

(Fro mBo ok L o G ra n d .

olden legends golden castles stood

, [ danced ,

Where har ps wer e sou nding beauteous mai dens ,

spruce attendants fia sh d and jessami ne ’

And rose and m yrtle shed their fragrance r ound

And yet one single wor d of di senchantment
Made all th i s splendour i n a moment vani sh ,

And nought r emain d beh i nd bu t olden r u i ns

’

And cr oaking birds of ni ght and dr ear mora ss .

S o have I too wi th but one s ingle wor d

, , ,

All Nature s bloomi ng glo r i es di senchanted

’
.

Ther e l i es she now as l i feless cold a n d pale

, , ,
’
As some be di z en d r egal c orpse mi ght be ,
’
Whose cheekbones have been colo ur d r e d by a rt ,

And i n whose hand a sc eptr e hath been place d .

H i s l i ps howeve r w i the r d look and yellow

’

Fo r they forgot to dye them r e d as well ;

And m ’
i ce are spri nging o e r h i s r egal nose,
’
And ri di cule the p ond ro us golden sceptre .
26 8
’
HE LNE s roa m
s
.

And he oft bestows upon her

W i th h i s wh i p fas t falling lashes
-
,

An d the swar th y M u mma howls th e n .

And awakes the mounta i n echoe s .

T h i s b ear lead er s i x Madonnas

-

W ea r s u pon h i s poi nted hat ,

T o pr ote c t h i s he a d fr om b ullets
Or fr om li ce pe r chan c e i t may be .

’
O e r hi s sho u lde r the r e i s han gi ng
.
,

Many h u ed an altar c overi ng

-
, ,

Doing o th ee as a mantle
Kni fe and pi stol lur k be neath i t .

H e had been a monk when younger ,

T hen became a r o b ber capta i n ; -

T hen to jo i n the two vo c ati on s

, ,

Took the servi ce of Don Car los .

When Don Car los h a d to s camper

W i th the kn i ghts of hi s r ound table ,

And hi s pal a dins wer e dr i ven

T o p u r sue some honest calling ,

(T hus S chn a pph a hn ski tu r n d an author

’

Then o ur kn i ght became bear leader -

,

And ac r oss the coun try tra velld ’

Lead i ng Atta Tr olland Mumma .

And i n si ght of all the peo ple,

In the ma r ket they must dance now ;
.

Atta T r oll must i n th e market

Of th i s c i ty dance i n fetters !
Atta T r oll who once was dwell
,
i ng
L ike a hau ghty deser t mo narch -

On the a i r y mo u nta in dances ,

In a valley to the r abb le !

And for filth y lucr e mer ely
H e must dance who former ly ,

I 11 the maj esty of te rr or

Felt hi m s el f so h i gh exalted 1
When h i s younger days re ca ls h e ,

H i s lost lor dsh i p of the for est ,

T hen growl forth d espa i r ing no i ses

F r o m the soul of Atta Tr oll .
 ATT A TR OLL . 2 69

Gloomy looks h e like a swarthy

,

Moori sh prince of Fr e ili grath

As th e latter drums but badly ,

So wi th rage he badly dances .

But i nste ad of p i ty wakes he ,

Only laughte r Even J ulie t

.

F r om the bal c ony laugh s downward

A t hi s leaps of despe r at i on .

J ulie t has not i n h e r bosom

Any fee lings ; F r e nch by nati on ,

Outwardly she li ves h e r outsi de

Is del i ghtful and enchant ing .

Her sweet looks c ompose a bli ssful

Ne t of rays w i thi n whose meshes
,

Is our heart fa t held i n pri son

s
,

L ike a fish and gently str uggles

, .

CA P U T II .

HAT a swar thy Fr e iligra thi a n

T Moor i sh pri nce wi th anx i ous lon ging
On the b ig d r um s ski n should rattle
’

,
’
T ill wi th vi olence tis broken ,

Is a very d ru m afie ctin g

'
-

And a drumski n br eaki ng matter

-

B u t just fancy the confusi on

When a bear has burst hi s fetters !
Both the musi c and the laughte r
Str ai ght ar e h us h d wi th sc r eams of terror
'

R ush the people from the market ,

Pale as death t ur n all the ladi es .

Y e s,from out hi s slavi sh fetters

Atta T r oll has fr eed hi mself
S u ddenly and sprin gin g wi ldly
, ,

Through the narrow streets he ha stens

(Each one ci vi lly makes way ) ,

U p th e ro cks he ni mbly clambers ,

Then looks do wn as if in s c orn then

, ,
—

Vani shes wi thi n the mounta ins .

Sec F reil
ig mth ’
s P oe ms .
27 0 mama s ’
r oa ms .

Ou the empty mar ket stand now

S warthy Mumma and bear le a der ,
-

All alone In angr y fury

.

On the ground hi s hat he flin ge th ,

Trampl i ng on i t the Madonnas

,
—

Tr ampli ng also tear s the cover i ng

,

F r om h i s ugly n a ked bod y ,

Swear s at su ch i ng rati tude ,

’
Such black be ar s i ngrat itude 1
For he constantly had tr eated
Atta Troll in fri endly fash i on ,

And instr ucted hi min dancing .

All he had to himwas o wi ng ,

E en h is ver y l i fe In vai n they

’
.

Ofie r d h im a hundr ed dollar s

' ’

For the skin of Atta Tr oll 1

Then upon the poor black Mumma ,

Who a for m of silent sorr ow

, ,

On h e r h i nder paws i mplor i ng ,

Stood befor e the much enr aged one ,

’
Fell the mu ch enraged one s fury
Wi th r e dou bled st r ength H e b e ats h e r .
,

Call s h e r even Queen Chr i stina ,

Madame Munoz and Putana .

’
All th i s happen d i n a be auteous
S ultr y summer after noon ,

And the n i ght whi ch then succeeded

To that day was qui te su per b .

Almost half tha t n ight consumed I

On the house s b al c ony ;
’

J ul ie t was besi de me sta n di ng ,

Gaz ing o n the star s above us

.
.

S igh ing sai d she Ah i n Pari s ,

Fai r est are the stars o f all ,

When they on a wi nter eveni ng

In the street mud a r e r e fle cte d !
C A P U T III .

U MME R - NIGH T S dream 1 All fan ta st iq

’
-

Aimless i s my song Yes , a im less .

A s our love and as our l i vi ng ,

As Creato r and creati on !
2 72 mam s a
’
POEMS .

Ba ttl ing sounds awake Ther e stru ggle .

Saracen and Fr anki sh kn i ght ;

As though bleedi ng and despairi ng
’
Ri ng O r lando s bugle notes -

In the vale of R on ce va l ,

Har d besi de Or lando s gap ’

’
Ch r i s te n d thus because the he r o
, ,

Seeking how to for ce a passage ,

Wi th h i s tr usty swor d D ur a nd a
Str uck wi th such death deali ng fury -

On the wall of r o ck that plainly ,

To thi s day ar e seen i ts traces

Ther e w i th i n a gloomy hollow ,

Close surr ounded by a th i cket

Of wi ld fir tr ees sa fely hi dden
—
, ,

L i es the cave of Atta Tr oll .

In the bosom of h is tam ly ’

R ests he after all the har dshi ps

Of h i s fli gh t and the d i str es ses
Of hi s publ i c show and tr avels .

Sweet the meet ing ! all h i s young ones

Found he i n that happy caver n
Wher e wi th M umma he begot them ,

Four hi s sons and daughte r s two

, .

’
Well lick d mai dens wer e the latter
-
,
’
Fair thei r ha ir li ke par sons dau ghte r s
,

B r own the youths the youngest only ,

Wi th the si ngle ear i s b la ck .

No w th i s youn gest was the dar li ng

Of h is mother who when playi ng
,

Happen d on c e to bi te h i s e ar off
’

And for ver y love she ate i t .

’
He s a ver y gen ial str iplin g ,

A t gymnast i c s ver y clever ,

And he tur ns a somer sa ult

L ike the postur e master Massmann -
.

Spr i g of autoc hthon i c humou r ,

H e h i s mothe r to ng ue loves only

—
,

And has never lea r nt the jar gon

Of th e G r e ci an and the R o n an .
 A TPA TR OLL . 27 3

Fre sh and free and good and merry ,

Soap he holds i n detestati on ,

( Luxury of mode r n wa s hi ng
) ,

L ike the post ur e master Massmann

-
.

But our young fri end i s most geni al

Where upo n the tree h e clambers ,

Whi ch along the steepest rock si de -

Fr om the deep abyss u pr i se th ,

An d exte ndeth to the summi t ,

When the fami ly at ni ght ti me -

Gather a l lar ound the i r fathe r ,

Toyi ng in th e eveni ng coolne ss .

Then the old one loves to tell the m

’
What he in the wor ld has wi tne s s d
How he many men and c i ti es
'

Had beheld and greatly s ufie r d

,
’

L i ke Laertes noble offspri ng

’

l unl i ke hi m
,

B ut i n one th ing sti l

N amely that hi s w if e went wi th hi m
,

, ,

H i s dear blac k Penelope .

Att a T r oll then also tells them

Of the wondr ous approbati on
That h e by h i s sk i ll i n dancing
, ,

Had a cquired in ev r y quarter

’
.

H e assu r ed them young and old

H a d exult i ngly adm i red h i m ,

When he danced upon the ma rket

To the sweet note s of the bagp i pe .

In part icular the lad i es ,

Thos e de a r conno i sse u rs of all thin gs ,

Had wi th vehemence applauded

An d had ogled h imwi th favour
,

O the vani ty of Art i sts !

Our old danc ing bear wi th simpers
Ca lls to mi nd the t ime when late h e
To the publi c show d h is talent
’
.

Overcome by self laudati on

-
,

H e would fai n by act exhi b i t

’

That he s no me re bo aste r only ,

But a re a lly first ra t e dan ce r

-
.
274 Ha ms ’

POEM S .

Fro m the ground then sudden s pri ngs h e,

On hi s h i nder paws upstandi ng ,

And as for mer ly he dances

, ,

The gavotte his favour i te danc e

,
.

Mute w i th muzzles gap ing open

, ,

Th e young bear s look on wi th wonder ,

Whi le their father i n the m oonli ght

Capers here and ther e thus strangely .

CA P UT V .

N the cavern by h i s young ones , ,

S i ck at hear t upon h i s back li es,

Atta T r oll whi le thoughtf ul sucks he

,

A t hi s paws and sucks a n d growl

,
s: ,

“
Mumma Mumma swarthy jewel
, , ,
’
Whom I out of li fe s wi de ocean
Once did fish in l ife s wi de ocean,
’

Once again I now have lost thee !

Shall I ne er again behold thee
’

Or beyond the grave p r h a p s only

’

Wher e set free fr om earthly trammels

, ,

Thy dear soul is glori fie d ?

Would that I alas ! could once mor e
,

L i ck thy well beloved muzzle -

,

My dear Mumma whi ch so sweetly ,

Str oked me over as wi th honey 1 ,

Would that I aga in could s nuffle

T h at sweet smell thy own peculi ar , ,

O my dear and swarthy Mumma ,

Charm i ng as the s c ent of roses 1

But alas ! my M umma s p in ing

,
’

In th e fetters of those r ascals ,

Who the name of men adopti ng

, ,
’
Deem themselves cr eat i on s maste r s .

Death and hell 1 These men unworthy

’
Ari stocr acy s arch emblems —
,

Look down on the an mal ki ngdom ’

Proudly and di s dai nfully ,

 POE MS
’
27 6 H EINE s .

A re not n i ght ingales good s ingers

And i s F r ei li gr ath no poet ,

Who ca n s ing of l i ons better

Than h is co unt r yman the Camel
I myself the ar t of danc ing
Have a dvan c ed as mu ch as B aume r
T hat of wr i t i n g Wr i tes he better
.

T han I dan ce yes I the bear ?

,
—
,

M on why a r e ye any better

,

T han we other s ? U pri ght hold ye ,

It i s true your he a ds b u t i n them

, ,

L ow born tho u ghts ar e ever cr ee p ing

-
.

Men p ray a r e ye any bette r

,

T han a r e we b e cause you r ski n i s

,

Smooth and glis t nin g T h i s advantag e

’

Y e but sha r e wi th ever y ser pent .

Human race two legg ed serpents 1

,

Well I see the r eason why ye

B r eeches wear wi th for ei gn wool y e
H i de your ser pent nakedn ess 1 -

Ch i ldren g u ar d your selves aga i nst th o s e

Hair less and mi sshapen c r eatur es 1
,

My dear da ughte r s never m arr y ,

”
Any monster that wears br ee ches 1

Mor e than thi s I llnot r epor t now ’

How the bear i n hi s wi ld man i a

Fo r equal i ty kept r easo ni ng
,

Allabout the h u man r a c e .

F or to say the truth I also

A ma man and never wi ll I
, ,

T ell aga i n su c h fooli sh li bels ,

Whi ch a r e aft er all o ffens i ve

, , .

Yes I a ma ma n and bette r

, ,

Than the other su cki ng cr eatur es ,

A n d the in te r ests of the r a c e

Ne e r will I r enoun ce p r omoti ng
’
.

In the figh t wi th other cr eatur es

Fai thfully I ll ever str uggle
’

F or h uman i ty the hol y

—
,

R i ghts of man that he i s born to .

 AH A TR OLL . 2 77

CAP U T V I .

’
T pe rc han c e ti s be ne fici a l
Fo r u s me n , wh o form the hi gher
Ki nd of l ivestock , to d i s c over
H o w they r e ason do wn be lo w us .

Ye s, below u s i n the gloomy

,

Mournful spher es of fe llowsh i p ,

’
In the beasts inf er i o r strata ,

Brood resentment mi ser y p ri de , , .

T hat whi ch natural h i s t r y ever

’

Equally wi th common custom ,

H as for centur i es a d m i tted

Is den i ed wi th i mp i ous muzzle .

That false do ct ri ne by the aged

In the young ones ea r s is gr umbl e d
’

Whi ch assa i ls b oth culti vat i on

An d human i ty on earth .

”
C hi ld r en 1 Atta T r oll thu s gro wld
'

As he hi ther r olld and th ither

’

On hi s c ar pet want ing c ou ch

U nto us belongs the F u ture !
If e ach bear but thought as I do ,

If a llbeasts bu t thought so too ,

W i th un i ted fo r ces would we

T ake up a r ms again st the ty r ants .

T hen the bea r would fo r m al l i ance

Wi th the horse the elephant .

T wi ne h is tr unk in lov i ng fashi on

’
R oun d the v a l i ant ox s hor n .

Be a r and wolf of every c olour ,

’
Goat a nd monke y e en the bar e ,

Fo r a ti me would wo r k i n common
, ,

And o ur t r i umph would be ce r ta in i

’
U ni on u ni on i s the essent i al
,

R equ is i te alone we r e co nq ue r d
,
’ ’

Eas ily b u t jo in d togethe r

,
’

We would ove rr ea ch the t y r ants .

U n i on ! u n i on ! and we ll tri umph

’

And Monopoly s vile sway ’

’
B e o e r t hr o wn and we l
. l establ i sh
’

A j ust k ingdom for us beas ts .

 ’
278 H EINE S PO EMS .

Full equali ty for all then . ,

Of God s cr eatur es i rrespe c ti ve

’

Of the ir fai th or ski n or odour

, , ,

B e i ts fundamental maxi m !

Stri ct equal ity 1 Each donkey

Be ent i tled to hi gh ofii ce
Ou the other hand the l i on ,

Carry to the mi ll the sack .

As respects the dog i ndeed he ,

Is a ver y servile rascal ,

S i nce for cent uri es has man

’
L i ke a dog ne er ceased to treat hi m .

Yet in our free state we ll give h im ’

Once agai n hi s olden ri ghts ,

H i s prescri pti ve b ir thr i ght and he ,

Soon agai n wi ll be ennobled .

Yes the J ews shall then enjoy too

,

All the ri ghts of ci t i zens ,

And by law be made the equals

Of all other sucki ng cr eatures .

Only danci ng i n the market

For the J e w shall not be lawful ;
Thi s a me nh en t I i nsi st on
In the i nterest of my a r t .

For a sense of style of ri g i d ,

’
Plast i c art i n mot i on s wantin g
To that r ace who r eally r ui n
,

What ther e i s of publi c taste .

CA PU T V H .

LOOM Y i n h i s gloomy ca vern

, ,

Squats i n his be lov d home ci r cle

,
’
-
,

Atta T r oll the mi santhr ope

, ,

And he shows hi s teeth and growls thus ,

Men the per t and vulgar fellows 1

,

Sm i le away ! F r om all your smi l ing

'

And from your o fie ns i ve yoke too

Shal lth e comi ng day relea se us !
,
 ’
28 0 B EINE s PO EM S .

CAPUT V III .

ANY a ver y vi rtuous burg her

Smells bu t bad ly whi lst the servan ts,

Of a ki ng wi th ambe r gr i s
Dr else lavender ar e s cented .

V ir ginsp iri ts may be met wi th

Whi ch of green soap bea r the odour ,
Wh ilst the cri mi nal wi th r ose o i l —

’
May have was h d hi mself demur ely '

Do not ther efor e turn your nose u

p,
Gentle r eader if the cave of
,

Atta T r oll may not r em ind you

’
Of Arab ia s sweete st sp i ces .

Tarry in that reek ing c i r cle ,

M id those m i ser able stenches

’
,

Wher e to hi s young son the her o

As from o u t a cloud thus speaks
Chi ld my child , thou youngest offspr i ng
,

Of my loi ns now place thy one e ar

,
’
Close besi de thy father s muzzle ,
And su ck in my solemn wor ds !
’
Guard agai nst man s ways of thi nki ng ,

T hey destr oy b oth so ul and body ;

’ ’
Mongst all men ther e s no su ch th in g as
Any ordi nary man .

’
E en the Germans once so noble , ,
’
E en the very sons of T ui s co ,

Our own p r im i ti ve r elati ons ,

T hey t oo have degene rated .

’
They ve become now fai thless godle s s , ,

Even p r ea ch ing athei sm

Ch i ld my c hi ld be on thy guard
, , ,

Gai nst both Fe u e rb a eh and Bauer 1

’ "

Never be an Athe i st ,

Monster voi d of all r espect for

T h e Cr eato r a Cr eato r
-

’
Twas who made thi s uni ver se 1
Wellknown
-
Ge r ma n writers .
 AI IA 28 1
'' '
TR OL L .

Hi gh above us sun and moon ,

An d the stars too (both the ta i l le s s —

An d all tho s e wi th ta ils p r ovi ded)

Are re fle ctions of H is power .

Down below us land and e m ,

Are the ech 0 o f Hi s glor y

'

And each li vi ng cr eatur e pr aises

Evermor e H i s excellen ci es .

’
E en the smallest s i lver louse that -

In the aged pi lgrims bea r d

'

In life s p ilgrimage i s shar er

’

Sin g s the gr eat Eternals pra i ses 1 ’

In yon starry b r i ght pavi l i on ,

On the golden seat of powe r .

World di r ect i ng and majesti c

-
,

S i ts a m i ghty polar bear

m
.

'

Fr ee fr o spot and snow wh i te glitt ri ng -

’

Is hi s ski n ; hi s head i s co ve r d ’

Wi th a cr own of d iamonds ,

Whi ch ill umines allthe heavens .

In hi s face i s harmony ,

And the si lent deeds of th i nki ng ;

If he si gns but wi th hi s s ceptre ,

All the spher es r esound wi th si nging .

A t h i s feet bear sa i nts a r e s i tti ng

-

Pi ously who meekly s u fie r d

,
’

Wh ile on eart h and i n the i r paws they

,

Hold the palms of mar tyr dom .

Ofttime s one amo ngst them r i ses ,

Then another by the Sp iri t

,
—

Seemi ng mov d and str a ightway dan c e th cy

’

Their most solemn sacr ed dan c e

Sac r ed dan c e whe r e me rcy s rad iance
,
’

R ende r s talent q u i te s u p e r flu o u s ,

And the so ul fo r ve r y r apt u r e

F r om th e ski n attempts to leap !
0 shall I unworthy T r o ll
, .
’
E e r partake thi s gre at sa lvati on ?
And from e arth s de b as ing sorr ows
’

To th e r ealms of bl is s soar upwards

282 H ar ms ’
PO EMS .

0shall I alldrunk wi th heaven ,

,
—

’
In the st ars pavi li on yonde r ,

Wi th the pa lm and wi th the glory ,

Dance befor e the Master s thr one ’

CA P UT IX .

IKE the tongue as r e d as sca rlet ,

Wh i ch a swarthy Fr e iligr a thia n

Moori sh prin ce wi th sco r nful fury
From hi s sullen mouth pr otruded ,
S o the moon fr om out the gloomy
Clouds of heaven ad van c ed Afar
'

. ofi
Cataracts are roar i ng sleepless ,

And morosely thr ough t h e ni ght .

Atta Troll upon the summi t

’
Of hi s fa v r i te rock stands lonely ,

Lonely and to the abyss

,

Downward howls he in the ni gh twind

Y e s , I a ma bear , I a ms o
H imye chr i sten sha g gy bear ,
,

Growler, I s egri m and Brui n , ,

'

And h ea v n knows how many others !

Yes I a ma hear I a mso
, , ,

The uncouth and booris h creat ure ,

I mthe awkwar d dromeda r y
’

Of your scorn and cruel laughter .

I mthe butt of all your wi t ,

’

I mthe bugbea r , wi th whose terrors

’

Y e at ni ght your ch i ldren fri ghten ,

Human ch i ldren, when they r e naughty. ’

I
’
mthe joke of all you i dle r

Nur s ry stori es well I know i t ,

’
,

I now proclai m i t lou dly

A nd
’
To man s pal try wor ld below .

Hear i t hear ; a bear a mI ,

My descent I mnot ashamed of

,
’
,

But a mpr oud of i t as though I ,

Sprang from Mo se s Mendelssohn !

2 84 na ms e
’

roa m
s .

Not a single one amongst us

A t his b ir th had such a pocket

In hi s body s ou ter ski n ’

Where he m i ght conceal h i s robb ri es .

Man alone that smooth ski nn d be in g

,
—
’

Who wi th for ei gn wool so n i c ely

Clothes h i m se lf had e e r the sharpness
’

To pr ovi de h i ms elf wi th pockets

,

’ ’
Pockets ! T hey r e as much gainst natu r e
As i s pri vate p r operty ,

As possessi on s ri ghts themselves a r e ’

Men i n fac t a r e bu t p i ckpockets !

F i er cely hate I them ! My hatred
U nto thee my son bequ eath I, ,

Her e upon th i s altar shalt thou

'
r i
Swea to man undy ng hat ed r

B e i mplac ably the death foe -

Of those w i c ked vi le opp r essor s

T o the ver y end of l ife ,

Swear i t swear i t her e my son !

, ,

And the yo u ngster swor e as on ce di d ,

Hanni bal T h e moon all yellow

. , ,

On the stone of blood look d wi l dly

”
’

And the pair of mi santhropes .

’
By and by we ll tell the stor y
- -

How the youn g bear ever fai thful

’
T o hi s oath r emai n d Our lyre sh all
In another Ep i c p rai se h im
.

As respects fri end Atta T r oll ,

We wi ll leave hi mfo r the p r esent

P r esently to c ome a c r oss h im
,

Al lthe su r e r w i th a b ullet , .

All thy ste althy ma ch inat i ons ,

’
T r a i tor ga inst man s majesty ’

Now at len gth a r e ter m i nated ,

And thy hour wi ll soun d t o morrow 1 -

C A P U T XI .

KE some d r owsy bayader es

Look th e mou nta ins standing shi v r ing ,
’

In thei r snowy sh i r ts of clouds ,

Flutt r i n g i n the b r eeze of morni ng

’

.
 ATT A TR OL L . 2 85

'
Yet they soon be c ome e nlive n d
B y the sun god str i pping from them
-

’
lthe ve i l that s hang ing o e r them
’
Al ,

L i ghting up their naked beauty 1

Ear ly in the morn I started
Wi th Las ca r o on o ur journey
Bound to hunt the b ear A t noonday .

We arri ved at Pont d Espagne .

S o they c all the b r i dge wh i ch leadeth

Out of Fr an ce and i nto Spain ,

To the land of west ba r bar i ans -

,
’
Who r e a thou sand years beh ind us ,

Yes a thousand year s behi nd u s

,
'

In all moder n c i v l i sa ti o n ;
My barbari ans to the eastwar d
B ut a hun dred year s beh ind a r e .

Slowly almost t rembling left I

, ,
’
F r ance s sacred terr i tor y ,

Bless ed fatherland of fr eedom

And the women that I love 1
Ou the mi ddle of the br idge
A poo r Spani ar d sat Deep mi s r y .

’
L urk d beh i nd h is ta tte r d m a ntle
’

M iser y i n hi s eyes was lurk ing .

A n old cr azy mandoli ne

’
W i th h i s wi th er d fin ge r s pi nch d he ’

Sh ri ll the d i s c o r d wh i ch r e echoed -

F r om the r ocks as i n der isi on

, .

Oftent imes h is figur e bent he

’
Downwar d to w r d the abyss wi th laughte r ’

T i nkl ing harder the n than eve r ,

While the following wor ds he sang

In the m i ddle of my bosom
Stands a li ttle golden table ;
R ound the l ittle golden table
Stand four l ittle golden chair s .

Ou the golden c hairs are si tti ng

L i ttle ladi es golden ar r ows
,

In the ir hai r a t ca r ds they re p l

ayi ng ’
— .
,
’
But tis only Clara wi ns .
2 86 ma m
a s
’
PO EMS .

As she wi ns she laughs wi th slyness ;,

Ah ! wi thi n my bos om Clara , ,

’
T hou lt be ev r y ti me a wi nner
’
,

F or thou holdest nought but trumps .

Wa nd r ing onwar d to myself I

’

Spoke T i s s ingular th a t madne s s

’

S its and sings upon yon b ri dge ,

T hat from France to Spai n leads over .

Is thi s mad man but the emblem

Of the i nte r c hange mongst nati on s
’

Of the i r thoughts 3 o r hi s own country 8 ’

.

”
Wi ld and crazy ti tle pa ge 9 -
.

We ar r i ved not unti l eveni ng

A t the wret ched small posada ,

Wher e an olla po dri da -

In a di r ty d i sh was smoki ng .

’
T her e I s wa l lo w d some ga r ba nz os ,

Heavy lar ge as musket bullets

,
-
,

Indi gesti ble to G er mans ,

T hough to dumpli ngs they r e a ccu stomd

’ ’
.

Fit compani on to the c ooking

Was th e bed Wi th i nse c ts p epp er d
.
’

’
It a pp e a r d The bugs alas ! ar e
.
,

Far the greatest foes of man .

F i er c er than the wr ath of thousand

E lephants I fin d the hatr ed,

Of one t in y li ttle bug ,

When across my bed i t cra wle th .

One must let them bi te in qui et ,

’
T h i s i s bad enough st i ll mor e ti s ,
-

If one cr ushes them The stink then .

Keeps one all n ight long in tor ment .

Yes the fier ce st earthly tr ouble

,

Is the figh t wi th noxi ous vermi n ,

Wh o a stench employ as weapons ,

Is a d uel wi th a bug !
C A P UT X II .

OWthey rave the r ace of poets , ,

E e n th e tame ones sin ging ever

’
,

And ex c lai mi ng : N atur e s surely

The Cr eator s mi ghty temple — ’
n
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E MS .

Thei r ver mi l i on cheeks wer e di mpled ,

Wi th a se cr et slyness i n them
Str ong the i r l i mbs wer e and voluptuous , ,

G i vin g pleasu r e to the fancy .

Dear affe cti onate you ng c r eatures

, ,

Keepi ng up a sweet d i scussi on ,

As to whi c h drink would be r e l i sh d

’

Most of all by thei r s i ck uncle .

If the one the cup should br ing h im

Fullof well bo ild l i nden blossoms
-
’

Then the other hastes to feed h im

,

Wi th an elder fio w r de co c t i on
-
’
.

’
I ll not dr ink of e i ther of them ,

Cr i ed i mpat i ently the old man ;

Fet ch some wi ne that I may offer ,

To my guests some better dr i nk 1 ”

Whethe r i t was wi ne they gave me

A t the Lac de Gob e I really
- -
,

Cannot say . Meth i nks i n Bru nswi ck

By the name of M umthey d call i t
’
.

Of the ve r y best bla ck goat sk i n —

Was the wi ne ski n sti nki ng foully ;

-
,

Yet the old man d rank wi th pleas ur e ,

And he see md qu i te well and joyous

’
.

H e re c ounted the achi evements

Of the smu ggle r s and bandi tti
Mer r i ly and fr eely l i ving
In the Pyr enean for ests .

Many old tr ad it ions also

Well he kne w amongst the o thers
Wer e the battles of the gi ants
W i th the b ear s i n times pr i meval .

Yes the bear s then and the gi ants

Str uggled fie r ce ly for the mas t ry
,
’

Of these mountai ns and these val leys ,

’
Er e by man they wer e di s cove r d .

B ut when man arr i ve d the gi ants ,

Fled away fr o mout the country

Stupi fie d for l i ttle br ai ns
,

Ar e con ta in d i n heads gi gant i c

’
.
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A nd tis sai d th e s il
ly fel
lo ws,
’

On arri ving at the ocean ,

And observing how the h e avens

In i ts azure depths we r e i rr or d , m ’

Cleverlysuppos ed the ocean

To be heaven and plunged down mi t
, ,

Fullof godlik e c onfid e n ce ,

’
And wer e drown d the whole togethe r ,
.

As respects the bears however , ,

They are gr adually be in g

ld by man the ir numbers yearly
’
Ki l ,

In the mounta i n sti ll decr easi ng .

Thus on e arth e xcla imd the old man ’

One gi ves place unto another ,

And when men a r e put an end to ,

Then the dwarfs wi ll be the m a sters .

Yes the clever li ttle people

, ,

Who the mountai n s wom b i nh ab i t ’

Mongst the golden mi nes of ri ches

’

D i ggi ng and co llec ti ng nimbly .

How they from the ir h id ing places -

Wi th the i r small sly heads keep pee pin g 1

Oft I ve seen them i n the moonlight
’
,

And then trembled at the future ;

At the power their gold will gi ve them
Ah I fea r lest ou r desc endants
,

Fly for refuge lik e the stup i d

,

G iants to the watery h eaven I

,

C A P UT X III .

N the black and ro cky cal dron

R est the water s deep of ocean
Stars all pale and melancholy
, ,

Peep fr om heaven Ni gh t r e i gns and s ilen ce

.
, .

N lgb tand s ilence Oars a re mo vi ng

. .

L ike a splash i ng wondrous secr et

Floats the ba rk T h e old man s n i eces ’

Play the part of fen ymcn '

,
29 0 Ha r ms ’
POEM S .

J o yous l
y and ni mbly ro wi ng ;
Oftti mes gl i sten i n the da r kness
Their stou t naked arms , i llu i ned m
By the star s ,— the ir great blue eyes , too .

By my si de Las car o si tt ing

Is as pale and mute as usual
me
,

And the fearful thought shoots through

Is he but a ver y c orpse then
I myself a mI dead also
,
—
,

An d embar kin g on my journey

Wi th my ghostly comrades by me
T o the ch i lly r ealm of sh adows ?
’
And th i s lake can i t be Styx s
,

Gloomy flood Has Pr oser pi na ,

In default of Char on s pr e sence ’

Sent her wai tin g mai ds to fetch me-

N 0 1 I a mnot yet departed

And e xti n gui sh d ; i n my spi ri t
’

Is the livi ng flame of li fe still

Glowi ng blazi ng and exulti ng
,
.

And th es e mai dens gai ly pulling ,

’
A t th eir oar s and o e r me splashi ng
,

Wi th the water dr i pp in g from them ,

F ull of me rr i ment and laughter ,

These two fre sh and spri ghtly damsels

Are most cer tai nly not ghostly
Ch a mbe r mai ds in hell resi di ng ,

Wa i t ing mai ds of Pr oserp ina !

-

That 1 m i ght be fully certai n

Of the ir uppe r wor ldl i ness
-
,

A n d by pr acti cal exper i ence

Ascerta i n my own exi sten ce ,

Hast ily my lips appli ed I

’
T o the ir r osy cheeks soft di mples .

And then fr amed th i s syllo gi sm :

Yes I ki ss and so I mli vi ng 1
, ,
’

’
When we r e a ch d the shore aga i n I ,

Ki s s d the pai r of ki ndly mai dens

’

In th is co in and no other
, ,

Wo uld they ta k e the p assage money -

.
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POEMS .

’
He s a noble a dver sary ,

Wor thy of me Ah ! I often .

Have in Ger many b een vi ctor ,

Wh en my v i ctor y ashamed me .

When I took my leave ar ound me ,

Danced the pr etty l i ttle beings

In a r ondo wh i lst thu s sang th ey
,
”
Gir ofli i n o , Gi r o fii e tte 1

Full of char mi ng i mpuden c e

’
S te p p d at la st the you ngest to w r ds me
’

Bowing lowly t wi ce th r i c e four ti mes, , ,

Whi le wi th pleasin g vo i ce thus s n g she a

When the k ing I chance to meet wi th ,

T hen I make hi mtwo l o w cur ts i es ;

When the queen I chance to meet wi th ,

Then I make h e r curtsi es three .

But whene er the devi l happens

’

W i th h i s horns to come acr oss me ,

Then I cur t sey t wi ce thr i c e four t i mes , ,

Gi r otfli n o , Gir oifle tte 1

Gir o fflino , Gir ofii e tt e 1

Sang the chor us, and wi th ba n t r ing ’

R ound my legs kept gai ly wh i r li ng

Wi th their cir c li ng d a nce and si ng- song .

Wh ilst descend ing to the valley

That s weet e cho st ill pur sued me
’
Eve r mor e li ke b ir ds soft ch i rpi ng
,
”
Gir ofiii n o , Gir offle t te 1

CA PU T X V .

O OR Y blo c ks of si ze gi ganti c
, ,

Al lmi sshapen and di storted

-
,

Ga ze upon me l ike fie r ce monster s

T urn d to stone from t imes pri meval
’
.
,

St range the si ght ! G r ey clouds a r e hov ri ng

H i gh above me l ike their doubl e
,

They r e the pall i d counterf e i t

'

Of those wild and stony figur es .

 n u TR OLL . 29 3

In the distance r oars the st r eamlet

And the win d howls through the fir trees -

’
T i s a noi se i nexorable ,

And as wr etch ed as despai r .

Soli tude most te r ri ble 1

Troops of jac kdaws bla ck a r e si t ting
’
On the ba tte r d cr umblin g fir tr ees -
,

Fla ttering wi th the ir lame wi ngs strangely .

Close bes i de me goes Las ca r o ,

Pale and s i lent I myself too ,

—
, ,

Lookin g like i n ca rnate madness ,

Wi th grim death as my compani on .

W i ld and wret ched i s the country ;

L i es i t neath a curse
’
Meth i nks I
Ou the r oots of yonde r st unted
Tree can marks of blood di scover .

’
It o e r s h ad o we th a cottage ,

Whi ch i s modestly half hi dden -

In the ear th ; wi th meek entr ea ty

Seems i ts thatch to gaze upon th ee .

They who th i s poo r cot i nha b i t

A re Ca g a ts
‘
surv i v ing r el i cs
,

Of a rac e that deep in da r kness

L i ves a sad de sp i se d exi ste nce .

In the hearts of the B iscayans

Sti ll is r ooted fast the loathi ng
Oi Cagots da r k he r i tage
.

From da r k days of su per sti ti on .

In Bagn eres cathed ral even

Is a na rr ow grated ent rance ;
Th is the sacri stan i nf or md me
,
’
,
,

Was the door Cagots went i n a t .

Once to them a llothe r ingr e ss

To the ch u r ch was i nterdi c ted ,

And b y stealth they had to enter

’
In God s holy house li ke felons , .

Ther e upon a lowly footstool

, ,

Sat the poo r Cagots and p ra y d th ere ,

’

Al lalone as though i nf e c ted

,
—
,

c o r d from the congregati on

’
.

A ike
ra ce no t unl the Créfifl .
 Hn m Es
’
PO EMS .

But the consecrated tapers

Of th i s c entur y flar e b r i ghtly ,

And their lustr e scar es the evi l

Shadows of the mi ddle ages !
So outs ide r emai ned Lascar o ,
’
Whilst I the Cagot s poor cottage
E nte r d and my hand e x tended
’

Ki ndly to my s ufi r in g br other "

.

And I also k i s s d his i nfant ’

,

Who close cl ing ing to the b osom

,
-

Of h i s w i fe s u ck d gr eed i ly
’

, ,

Looki ng l i ke a s i ckly sp i der .

CA P U T X V I .

HEN
thou see st yon mounta i n summ i ts
’

Fr om a d i stance they a r e gleami ng ,

’
As though d e ck d wi th gold and pur ple ,

P r oud and pr i n c ely i n the sunli ght .

But when close at hand th i s splendour ,

Van i shes and as i n other

, ,

Ear thly lovel iness and glor y ,

T i s the play of l i ghts dece i ved thee

’
.

What to thee se e md gold an d pur ple ’

Is alas ! bu t common s now

, ,

Common snow wh i ch pale and wretc hed

, , ,

L i ves a weary l i fe and lonely .

J ustabove me hear d I plainly

How the h a ple ss snow was cra ckling ,

To the heartless c old wi nds tell ing

All the tale of i ts whi te sorr ows .

0, how slowly pass her e s i gh d i t ’

, ,

In the dese r t waste the hou r s !

0 these hour s that seem q ui te endless ,

L ike eterni t i es har d fr ozen !

Hapless snow ! 0 had I only ,

Stead of on these mount ai n summ i ts

’

Fallen i nto yonder valley ,

Yonder vale, wher e flow r s a r e bloom ing

’
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29 6 H a nna s PO EMS .

On th e wi dest , steepest slope there ,

Peers U raca s da ri ng c ott a ge

’

’
L i ke a watc h tow r o e r the valley
-
’

Thi ther follo w d I Lasc ar o ’

.

Wi th h i s mother held he counsel

In mysteri ous si gnal language , -

As to how great A tta T r o ll

’
M i ght be best allur d and vanq ui sh d ’ '

For we had explor ed hi s traces

Car efully and he no longer
N o w a r e num
,
’
C o u ld es c ape u s . be r d ,

Atta T r oll thy days o n ear th !

,

As to whether old U raca

Was i n t r u th a mi ghty wi tch
Of d i st i n ct i on as the people
,

In the Py r enees asse rted ,

Il lnot venture to determi ne ;

’

Thi s mu ch know I h e r exteri or ,

Was sus p i ci ou s and suspi ci ous

,

Was h er r e d eyes constant dr i pping ’

.

Evi l was h e r look and squi ntin g , ,

And the poor cows ( ti s r eported) ’

Whom she look d o n in th eir udders ’

,

H a d the m ilk d r i ed suddenly .

It i s even sa i d that man y

Fatted swi ne and str ongest oxen
She h ad p u t to death by mer ely ,

Str oking wi th he r w i th e r d hands ’

She at t imes fo r such o ffen ces

Was e xposed to ac cusati ons
T o the j u sti ce B u t the latte r
.

Was a follower of Volta i re ,

J ust a moder n shallow wo r ldli ng

, ,

Vo i d of fai th and penetr ati on ,

And the a c cuser s s cept ically

’

Wer e di smi s s d welln i gh wi th insult

’

,
.

’
Publi cly U raca follo w d
Qui te an honest o ccupati on ,

N amely sel l ing mou ntai n -s i mples

And stufi d birds to th ose who sought them
,
'
.
 ATT A TR O LL . 29 7

Full h e r cottage was of suchlike

Cur i os i t i es and fr i ghtful
,

Was the sme ll of fung i in i t ,

Cuckoo flo w r s and elde r be rr ies

’
-
.

There was qui te a fine collection

’

Of the vult ur e tri be di s pl a y d there ,

Wi th their wi ngs exte nde d f ully ,

And the ir monstrous beaks pr oject ing .

’
Was t the strange plants smell that mounted ’

To my head and s tu pified me 9

Wondr ous feeli ngs stole acr oss me ,

As I gazed U pon those bir ds .

They r e per chance en chanted mortals

’

,
’ ’
Who by magi c a r t o e rp o we r d
, ,
”
To the wretched st uff d cond i t i on
Of poor bi rds have been converted .

F i xedly they gaze upon me ,

Sadly yet w i th much i mpat i ence ;

,

Ofte n they appear to th r o w

To w r d the wi tch shy glances a l
’
so .

But the latte r old U raca , ,

Clo s e be s ide her so n Lascaro

Cowers in the ch i mney corner ,

Melt ing lead and cast in g bul lets ,

Bullets that by fate are desti n ed

To destr oy poor Atta T r oll .

H o w the fla m es wi th h a sty moti on

’
Qui ver o e r the w i t ch s featur es 1 ’

She incessantly keeps mov ing

Her thi n l ips b ut noth ing says sh e ;
,

Mutters she the w i tches bless i ng ’

,

T hat the cast ing be s uc c essful?

Oft she chuckles and oft nods she
T o h e r son but he cont inues
,

Earnestly h i s o c c u p a ti on ,

And as si lently as Death .

’
S we lt r i n g neath my awe struck feeli ngs
’
-
,

To the wi ndo w went I seeki ng ,

For fresh a i r and then look d do wnward

,
’

’
O er the valley far below me .
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’
O MS
P E .

What I saw on that occasi on

’
Tween the hour s of twelve and one ,

I willfai th fully and neatly

Tell you in the followi ng chapters .

CAP U T XVIII .

ND i t was the ti me of full moon

S t J ohn the Bapti st s evenin g,
’
.

When the w i ld hun t s appar i tion ’

’
R ush d along the Sp i r i t- Hollow .

From the wi ndow of U ra ca s ’

Wi tchli ke hut I excellently

Could obse r ve the spi ri t ar my -

As i t sped along the valley .

Cap i talthe place I stood i n

For ob ser ving what was passing ;
I e njoy d a full si ght of the
’

Grave aris en dead men s past ime

—
’
.

Cra cki ng wh ips and shou ts and halloi ng ,

,

Yelp ing dogs and nei gh ing hor ses ,

Notes of hunti ng ho r ns and la u ghte r ,
—

How they joyou sly r e- c e hoed 1

On i n front by way of vanguard

R a n th e wondr ous game they hunted,
Stag and sow in her ds enor mous ,
,

Wi th th e pack of bounds beh i nd them .

Huntsmen out of ever y regi on

’
And of ever y age wer e ga t h e r d ;
Har d by Ni mr od of Assyr i a ,

For example r ode Char les X

,

H i gh upon their snowy hor ses

’
On they r ush d on foot ther e follow d
’

The p i queurs the leashes holdi ng

, ,

And the pages wi th the to r ches .

Many i n the wi ld p r ocess i on

S e e md to me well-known The horse man
’
.

’
In the go lden gl i s t nin g armour ,
Was he not th e g r eat Kin g Art hur
 POEMS
’

300 H a nna s .

Helplessly and wi ldly cli nging

To the pommel of hi s donkey ,
,

Yet i n dea th as well as li feti me

Follo wing fa ith q y h is author .

Many la di es saw I also

In the spir i ts wild p r o cess i on
’

Many beauteou s nymphs amongst them

Wi th thei r slender yo u thf ul figure s
,
.

They astraddle sat the ir horses ,

Mythologic ally naked ;

Yet the ir long and curling tr e sses
Fell low down l ike golden mantles
, .

Garlands on thei r he a ds they carrie d ,

An d wi th sau cy b a ckwar d bendi ng -

Supe r ci li ou s wanton postures

Leafy wands kep t eve r swi ngi ng .

Har d besi de them saw I certai n

Closely butt on d dames on horseba ck
’
-

’
Ou thei r l a d i es s a ddles s i tting
Wi th thei r fal cons on their fists .

As pa r ody beh ind them

in
On the ir knacke r s lanky poni es
, ,

R ode a troop of gay bedi z en d

’

Wo men looki ng l i ke comedi ans

, .

Full of beauty wer e the ir features ,

But perchan ce a little bold ;

M a dly wer e they shouti ng wi th thei r
Cheeks so ful l and wanton painted -
.

How they joyous ly r e echoed —

,

Notes of hunt ing horns and laughter

-
,

Yelp ing dogs and n e 1gh 1n hor ses or

Cracki ng whi ps and shouts and hal

,

loin g

C A PU T X IX .

’
U T, e sembli ng beauty s trefoil
r ,

In the m i dst of the p r oce ssi on

’

Fi gures three I noti ced ; ne er I

Ca n for get those lovely women .
 m a TR LL . O 301

Eas ily the fir s t one knew I

By the c r es cent on h e r for ehead ;
Li ke a statue pur e all pr oudly
,
-

Onward rode the m ighty goddess .

’ ’
Hi gh up—turn d a p pe a r d h e r tuni c ,

Half h e r br east and h ip di sclosing ;

Tor chli ght moonl i ght b oth wer e playi ng
,

Ga ily round h e r snowy members .

Wh i te as mar ble wer e h e r featur es ,

C old as mar b le too and fearf ul

Was the numbness and the paleness
Oi that fa ce so ste r n and no b le
, .

Yet wi thi n h e r b la ck eye plainly

T erri bly bu t sweetly S pa r kled
A myste ri ous glowi ng fir e
, ,

Sp iri t dazz ling and cons uming

-
.

0 how a l te r d was D iana

’
.

Who wi th haughty chast i ty

, ,
’
To a stag on ce tur n d A cte on ,

’
And a s p r ey to dogs a ba ndo n d 1
Does she expi ate th i s c r ime now
’
J o in d to these gallant c ompani ons ?
L ike a wretched spe ct r al c r eature
Ni ghtly through the a ir she travels .

Late i ndeed but a l

, ,
lthe st r onger
She to thoughts of l u st awakens ,

And wi thi n h e r eyes t i s b urni ng

’

L ike a ver y br and of hell .

All the lost t i me now laments she ,

When m a nki nd wer e far mor e handsome ,

A n d by quant ity per chance she

No w makes up fo r qual ity .

Clo se bes i de h e r r ode a beauty

’
Whose fair featu res wer e not ch i se lld
In such Gr ec i an mould yet glis te n d ,
’

Wi th the Ce lti c r ac e s c ha r ms
’

Th i s one was the fay Abunde ,

Whom I eas ily d is t ingui sh d ’

By the swee tness of h e r sm ile ,

A nd h e r mad and hearty laugh ter !

302 mama s ’
POE MS .

Hale and rosy were h e r feat ures ,

As though limn d by Master Gr euze ;

’

Heart—shaped was h e r mouth and open , ,

Showing teeth of dazzling whi teness .

Nigh t dr e ss blue and flutt r in g wore sh e

’
—
,

That the win d to lif t atte mpted ;

Even in my br i ghtest vi s ions
N ever saw I such fair shoulder s !
S c arcely could I keep from spri ngi ng
Out of w i ndow to embra ce them ;
Ill should I have far ed however , ,

For my ne ck should I have broken .

Sh e alas ! would but have t itte r d

’
,

If befor e her fe et allbleed ing

,
-
,

In the deep abyss I tumbled ,

Ah 1a laugh l ike thi s well know I 1

And the thi rd of those fai r women ,

Wh o so deeply s tir r d thy bosom ’

Was she but a fe male devi l

,

L i ke the other two fir s t me nti on d ’

Whether devi l she or angel ,

Kn ow I not i n ca s e of women
One knows never wher e the angel
Ceases and the deuce co mmences
, .

Ou her glo wing si ckly features

Lay an or i ental char m ,

And h e r costly r obes r emi nd ed

Of S ch e h e z er a de s sweet stor i es
’
.

Soft h e r li ps j u st li ke pomegr anate s,

,

And her nose a bendi ng l i ly ,

And h er members c oo l a nd slender

As the palms i n the oas i s .

On a snowy palfr ey sat she ,

Whose gold bri dle by two negroes

Was conducted who on foot
,
’
B y the pr incess s i de wer e walki ng .

And in truth she wa s a pri ncess ,

Was the queen of fa r J udze a ,

Was the lovely wife of Herod

Who the Bapti st s h ea d dem
,
’
a nd ed.
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’
H EINE S P e r m
s .

When the trai n at last h ad faded ,

And the tumult was e xt in gui sh d ’

St i ll that loving salutati on

Glow d wi thi n my inmost bra i n
’
.

And through o u t the li velong ni ght

I my wear y l imbs kept tossi ng

And methought : What meani ng was there

In that str ange myste r i ous noddi ng 9
,

Wher efor e di dst thou ga z e upon me

Wi th such tender ness Herodi as ,

C A P UT XX .

WA S the sunr i se Golden arrows .

Shot against the wh i te m i st fie r ce ly ,

Wh i ch tur n d r e d as thou gh sor e wounded

’

, ,

An d i n l i ght and glor y melted .

’
F i nally the vi ctor y s won ,

And the day the tr i umph ator

, ,

Stood i n full and beamin g splendour

, ,

On the summi t of the mounta i n .

All the bi r ds i n nois y chor us

T wi tte r d i n the i r secr et nests
’

And a smell of herbs ar ose too ,

L i ke a concer t of sweet odour s .

At the earl i est dawn of morning

To the valley we descended ,

And whi lst fri end Las car o follow d ’

On the t r a c es of the bear ,

I the t ime to kill attempted

Wi th my thoughts and yet thi s th inkin g
,

Made me at the last qui te weary ,

A nd a li ttle mournful even .

Wear y then and mo u rnfu l sank I

, ,

On th e soft moss bank besi de me

-
.

U nder yonder m i ghty ash tr ee -

Where the li ttle str eamlet fiow d,

,
’
 ’
Se mysteri ously be foold me ,

That all thoughts and po wer of thi nki ng

’
F r om my S pi ri t p ass d away .

And a ragi ng ye arni ng se i z ed me

For a dream for death for madne s s
, , ,

For that woman r i de r whom I -

In th e spir i t march had seen

,
‘
-
.

0 ye lovely n i ghtly faces ,

Scar ed away by beams of morn i ng ,

Tell me wh i ther have ye fiee te d P

,

T el l me wher e ye dwellat da yti me ?

,

’
U nder olden templ e s ru ins ,

Far away in the R omagna

D iana refuge
’
from Chr i st s domi n i on .

O nly in the m idni ght da rkness

F r om h e r hi d ing p lace she vent ures ,

And rejoi c e s in the chase

Wi th h e r hea theni sh compani ons .

And the beaute ous fay A bunde

Of the Nazar en es is fearful ,

And throughout the day she li ngers

Safe wi thin h e r A va lun .

Th i s fair i slan d l i es deep hi dden -

Fa r o ff in the s ilent ocean

,

Of r om ance that none can r e ach save

,
’
Ou the fabled horse s p i ni ons .

N ever there casts care i ts anchor,

Never there appears a steamer ,

F ull of wonder seeking blockheads -

,

Wi th tobacco pi pes in mouth

-
.

Neve r r eac hes the r e the langui d

Sound of be lls so d ull and tedi ous ,

That i n cessant bimbom clatte r

,

Whi ch the fai r ies so detest .

The r e i n never t r oubled pleasure

,
-
,

And i n youth ete r nal bloomi ng ,

St ill r es ides the joyous lady ,

Our blond dame the fay Abun de , .

306 PO EMS
'

H EINE S .

Laugh in gly h e r walks ther e takes she

U nder loft y hel i otropes ,

Wi th her talki ng tr ain besi de her ,

Wor ld departed Paladi ns

-
.

Well and thou Her odi as prythee

, , ,

Say whe r e a r t thou Ah I know i t , ,

Thou art dead and li est buri ed ,

By the town Je r u sale m1

Sti fily sleeps by day thy body ,
’
In i ts mar ble c ofii n p r i son d
Yet the cracki ng whi ps and halloi ng
Waken thee at mi dni ght s hour ’

And the wi ld array thou followes t

Wi th D i ana and Abunde ,

Wi th thy merry huntin g comrades ,

Wh o hold cr oss and pai n detested .

0 what sweet soci ety 1

Could I hunt wi th you by ni ght ti me —

Through the for ests 1 By thy si de

Always would I ri de Her odi as ! ,

For t i s thee I love the dearest !

’

Mor e than y onder Gr eci an g oddess ,

Mo r e than yonder Nor thern fairy ,

Love I thee thou Je wess dead !

,

Yes I love thee 1 Well I know i t

,

By the t r embli ng of my sp iri t

Love thou me and be my d arl ing ,

Sweet Her odi as beauteous woma n

,

I mthe yer y kni ght thou wa ntest 1

’

L i ttle truly i t concerns me

That th ou rt dea d and da mn d alr e adv
’ ’

Fo r I mfree fr om p r ejudi ces

,
’
.

’
My own happiness ti s only
T hat c oncer ns me and at ti mes I ,

Feel in cli ned to doubt if truly

To the l i ving I belong !
Take me as thy kn i ght I pray th ee ,

As thy Cavali er servente ,

And thy mantle wi ll I carry

an d e en all thy whi ms p u t u p wi th
’
.
308 Ha ms ’
r oa m
s .

Fa gg d
’
to death and out of temper
, ,
’ ’
We r e tur n d li ke hal
, f drown d puppi es -

Late at ni ght as best we could

, ,
’
To the wi tch s lofty cotta ge .

Ther e bes i de the glowi ng fir e place -

Sat U raca busy combing

,

H e r grea t fat and ugly pug dog ; -

Qui ckly she di smiss d the latter ’

To attend to a s i nstead ,
A nd my bed she soon got rea dy ,

Looseni ng firs t my eS pa r dil la s ,

That un comfortable foot-gear

H elp d me to undre ss my stocki ngs
’
,

Pulli ng o fi I found them sti cki ng

‘

To my legs as close and fai thful

,

As the fri endshi p of a blockhead .

Qui ck 1 a dressin g gown ! I d gi ve you -

’

Six and th i rt y kin gs for only

- -

One dr y dr essing gown 1 e xcla imd I

”
—
’

As my wet shi rt s te amd upon me ’

.

F r eez ing and w i th chatte r ing teeth I ,

Stood awhi le upon the he ar th

By the fir e then dri ven senseless
On the straw at length I sank .

But I slept not Bli nki ng lo ok d I

.
’

Oh the wi tch wh o by the chi mney

,

Sat and held the head and shoulders

,

Of h e r son upon her lap ,

Helpin g t o und r ess hi m N ear her .

Stood upr i ght h er ugly pug dog -

And h e in hi s fr ont paw managed

Clever ly to hold a pot .

F r om the pot U r ac a took some

R edd i sh fat and w i th i t r u bb d the
’

R i bs and b osom of h e r son ,

R ubbin g hastily wi th trembl ing , .

A n d while rubb ing hi mand salvi ng

She a c r adle song was humm
-
i ng
Through h e r nose whi lst st ran gely crackl ed
Ou the hearth the ruddy flam
,

es .
 W mTROLL . 309

L ike a co r pse all yello w bony

, , ,
’
On h i s mother s lap the son lay
Sorrowful as death wi de open ,

Stared h i s holl ow pall i d eyes , .

Is he truly but a dead man

Wh o each n i ght by love maternal
Hath a l ife enchanted giv n hi m ’

By the a i d of str ongest wi tch s a lve ? -

Wondrous the half sleep of fever -

,

Wher e the leaden l imbs feel wear y

As though fe tte r d and the sen ses
’

O er exci ted wi de awake !

’
-
,

How the her b smell i n the chambe r

-

Troubl e d me 1 Wi th pai nful effort

Thought I where I had already
Smelt the same but vai n my thoughts were
, .

How the wi nd a down the ch i mney

.

Gave me pai n ! L ike si ghs i t sounded

Of dejecte d d ri ed up S pi r i ts -
,

L ike the sound of well known vo i ces - .

Most of all was I to r mente d

By the stud d b irds wh i ch were stand i ng
"

Ou a shelf above my head ,

N ca r the place whe r e I was lyin g .

They thei r wi ngs wer e slowly fla ppi ng

And wi th awful mot ion bend ing ,

Down ward to w rd me forwar d push ing

'

Thei r long beaks l i ke human no se s

, .

Ah ! where have I se en alrea dy

No ses such as the s e ? A t Hamburg ,

Or at Fr ankf ort i n the J ews s treet ?

’

Sad the glimmeri ng recollecti on !

,

’
I at last was ove rp o wer d
Qui te by sl e ep and in the place of
,

Wakeful te r ri ble phantasmas

, ,

Came a healthful steady dream ,

.

And I dreamt th at th is poor cottage

S u ddenly beca me a ball room -

Wh i ch by columns was suppor te d,

And by candelabr a li ghted .
3 10 Ha ms ’
r oa ms .

Some i nvi si ble musi ci ans

e D i able
’
Pl a y d from ou t R obert l - -

That fin e cr azy dan ce of nuns ;

Allalone I walk d about ther e
’
.

But at length the doo r s wer e open (L

Ope n d wi de and then advan c ed
’

Wi th a step both slow and stately

Guests of wonderful appear an c e .

T hey wer e solely be a rs and sp iri ts !

Walking bolt upri ght each bear ,

Led a spi r i t as h is par tner ,

In a snow wh i te grave cloth h i dden

- ~
.

’
In thi s mann er p a i r d began they ,

Waltz i ng up and down wi th v i gour

In the hall The si ght was cur i ous,
.

Laughable but also fearful 1

,

For the awkwar d bears soon found i t

D ifli cul t to keep i n step
Wi th the whi te and ai r y figur e s ,
’
Who whi r ld round wi th easy moti on .

But those poor unhappy cr eatures

Wer e i nexor ably dri ven ,
’
And the ir sno r ting o ver p owe r d
E en the or chestral doub le bass
’ ’
.

Oftent imes one couple jostled

’
Ga inst another and the bear
Gave the spir i t that had push d h i m
,
’

Some har d ki cks on h i s h i nd q u ar te rs

“

Often i n the dance s b ustle ’

Would a bear tear off the sh r oud

F r om the head of hi s c ompan ion ,
’
A n d a death s head was d i sc losed th e .

But at length wi th joyous upr oar

Cra sh d the tr umpets and the cymb als
’

,
’
And the kettle drums loud th un der d
-
,

And there came the gallopade .

To the end of thi s I dr eamt not ,

For a stup i d cl umsy bear

T r od upon my come and made me ,

Cry aloud and so awoke me

, .
312 ?5
111111111 PO EMS .

Would that I at home had ta rri e c

Wi th my trusty s chool compan i ons !
’
T hey r e at any r ate no wi zards .

Ne e r be wi tch d a si ngle be i ng !
’ ’

Would that I at home had tarri ed

Wi th Char les Mayer wi th the fragr ant ,

Wallflo w rs of my nati ve country

’

Wi th i ts pudding broth deli ci ous ! -

I mhalf dead now wi th nostalgi a

’

Would th at I could see the smoke

R i si ng from the c hi m neys wher e they
”
Vermi celli cook at Stukkert 1
When I heard thi s deep emoti on ,

Came acr oss me qui ckly sp rang I

Fr om th e couch a ppr oa ch d the fir e pl
, a ce
’

And a ddre ss d h i mwi th compassi on

’

Noble bard say how i t happens,

’
That th ou r t in thi s wi tch s cottage
’

Tell me wher efor e have they c hanged th ee

Cr ue l ly i nto a pug dog -

But wi th joy e xcla i md the other ’

’
Then th o u r t r ea lly not a Frenchman,
B ut a Ge r man under standing ,

Al lmy si lent monolo gue

Ah dear countryman ! how sad that
,

lor o f legati on K olle

’
Co u n c l — -
,

When we o er our p i pes and glasse s

’

Held di sc u ssi ons in the be e rsh op ,

’
Always h arp d upon the thesi s
T hat by travell i ng alone we
Could o b tai n that pol ish whi ch he ,

Had from fore ign lands i mpor ted !

S o that I m i ght wi pe away all
,

That ra w crust wh i ch st uck upon me ,

And l ike K olle m i ght acqu i r e

’
Elegant and p olish d manner s ,

Fr om my country I departed ,

And whi le thus the grand tour mak ing ,

Came I to the Pyrenees ,

To the cottage of U raca .

 A H A TROLL . 3 13

I an introducti on br o ught h e r
F r om Jus ti nu s Kemer never
‘
,

T hi nkin g that thi s so-c a lled fri end

Was in wi cked league wi th wi tches .

Ki ndly welcomed me U raca ,

Yet to my alarm her fri endshi p

, ,

Kept on growing t ill converte d ,

A t the last to se nsual pass i on .

Yes i mmod est y still fli cker d

,
’

’
Wi ldly i n th e wi th e r d bo som
Of th i s wretched worthless woman , ,

An d sh e now must needs seduce me 1

Yet i mplored I Ah excuse me , ,

Worthy madam 1 I mno fri v lous ’ ’

’
Goethe s pup i l but belong ,

To the poet school of Swabi a

—
.

’
Modesty s the muse we worshi p ,

A n d the drawe r s she wears are mad e of

Thi ckest leather Ah good madam —
, ,

Do not vi olate my vi rtue !

Ot her poets boast of geni us ,

Othe r s fancy others pass i on

, ,

But the pri de of Swabian poets

Is espec i ally their vi rtue .

’
That s the only wealth we boast of 1
Do not r ob me of the modest
And religi ous simple garment
Whi ch my nakedness doth cover 1
Thus I spoke and yet the woman
,

Smi led i ron i cally sm i li ng

She a swi t ch of mi stletoe
’
Took and then my head to uch d wi th
, it
.

Thereupon I felt a ch illy

St range sensati on lik e a goose ski n
,
-

Being o er my member s drawn

’

Yet in truth a goo s e sk in twas not -

’

A well kno wn e e t a nd p hysi cia n bo rn in 17 86 a nd

-

Fd M od emS wa bia n School0 1 Poe try

.

ro under of the ao—ca l .

3 14 PO EMS
'

H E INE S .

On
the contrar y a dog ski n ,
—

Was i t r ather si nce that fearful

Moment have I been conver ted
As thou see st me to a p ug d o g 1
’

,
-

Poor youn g fel low ! T hrough hi s sobbi ng

Not a wor d mor e c ould he utter
And he wept w i th so m u ch fer vour ,

T hat i n tears well

ni gh di s solved h e .

L i sten now I s ai d wi th p i ty
,

Ca n I poss i bly r eli eve y o u

Of your dog ski n and restore you
-
,

To humani ty and vers es

But the othe r r ai sed hi s paws up
In the a ir di sconsolately
And despairi ngly at length he
Spake wi th s i gh i ng and w i th groaning
T illthe J udgment Day , alas ! I
’
In thi s dog- ski n must be pri son d ,
m
If I fr eed not fr om en chan tment
’

By a Vi rgi n s self devoti on

’
-
.

Yes a pur e unsullied vi r gi n

, ,

Wh o ne er t ou ch d a human bei ng
’ ’

And the foll o wi ng cond i ti on

Truly keeps alone can fr ee me ,

Thi s unsull i ed vir g i n must ,

In the ni ght of Sai nt Sylvester ,

* ’
R ead Gustavu s P fiz e r s poems ,

And not go to sleep one moment 1

If she keeps awake wh i le r eading ,

And h e r modest eye ne er closes ’

Then shallI b e di sen chanted .

” ’

B e a man yes be u n d ogg d 1

—
, ,

”
In that case good friend repli ed
, , I,
I at any rate ca n never
U nder take to d isen chant you ,

For I mno uns ullied vi rgi n ;

’

A vo l umi nous wri te r born a t S t uttga rdt in 1807 H e a t

H e i n e s Sch oolo f P o e try an d was repai d by H e me i n t he
,
’

me coin
,

sa .
316 m an s’
PO E MS .

Is a man y c lept Schn a pph a h n ski

,

Wh i lst before hi s foes r etrea tin g

H e arri ved by chance one morn i ng
A t the moun ta i n in his fli gh t .

Woes of her oes touch all women ,

’
And wi th i n our hero s featur es
Were depi cted want of money ,

Pale di stress and gloomy sor r ow .

All m i li tary chest

hi s ,

T wo—and twenty s i lver groschen

-
,

Whi ch he had when Spai n he e nte r d ’

Was the prey of Esparte r o .

E en hi s watch was not p r eserved hi m

’

But r emai n d at Pampeluna ’

In a pawn shop T was an heirloom

-
.
’

Costly and of genui ne si lver .

And wi th long legs swif tly ran h e ,

But nn c ons ci o u sly whi lst run n i ng

'

’
Won he somethi ng that s far better
Than the best of figh ts a hear t ! ,
—

Yes she loves h im hi m the ar chfoe !

, , ,

O thou most unhappy bearess !

If thy father knew t h e secr et ,

H e would growl i n fr i gh tful fash i on .

*
As the ag e d Odoar do
’
S ta bb d Emi l i a Ga l o tt i

In h i s pri de of ci ti zensh i p ,

S o would also Atta T r oll

’
Sooner have d e str oy d hi s daughter ,

Yes wi th hi s own paws d e s tr o y d her ’

Than perm
,

i tted h e r to tu mble
In the arms of any monarch
Yet he at thi s very moment
Is of tender di sposi t i on ,

Wi th no wi sh to cru sh a r ose bud

’
Ere the hurri cane h as s tr i pp d i t i .
‘

See Le ssing s E m ia Ga l
o tti
"
il
'
.

u di ng words of th e
1 Se e th e con cl las t scene bu t one of
'

a bove pla y
.
 A IT A TROLL
'
. 317

Tenderly li es A tta Troll

In the cavern by hi s young ones ,
.

O er himcreep like death s forebodings

’

,
’

Mournful ye arni ngs for th e future .

” ’
Chi ldren s i gh d h e as hi s great eyes
, ,
’
S uddenly gan dr i pping chi ldre n , ,

All my earthly p ilgri mage

Is accompli sh d we must part now ’

, .

For to da at noon whil s t sleep i ng

y .

Came a vi si on full of m eani ng ,

’
And my soul enjoy d the bli s sful
Foretaste of an early de ath .

No w I mfar from supersti ti ous

’

I mno gi ddy bear

, ,
’
yet are there ,
—

’
Certai n thi ngs twi xt earth a nd hea ven
U nacc ountable to thi nkers .

Over wor l d and fate whi lst p ri ng

o ,

Fell I fast asleep wi th yawnin g , ,

And I d r eamt that I was lyi ng

U nderneath a mi ghty tree .

Fr om the branches of th i s tree there

Tri ckled down some whi ti sh honey ,

Gli ding i n my open muzzle ,

And I felt a sweet enjoyment .

’
As I bl i ssfully p e er d upwa rds ,

Saw I on the very tr e e top -

Seven t iny li ttle bears

S lid ing up and do wn the br anches .

Tender pr ett y li ttle c r eatures

, ,

W i th a sk i n of rose—red colour ,

Whi le li ke s ilk from thei r dear shoulde r s

, ,

Hun g a somethi ng li ke two p ini ons ,

.

Yes those r ose red l ittle bears

,
-

We r e a d orn d wi th s ilken p ini ons

’

And wi th sweet celesti alvo i ces ,

So un ding l ike a fiute s notes sang they ! ’

,

As they sang my ski n tur n d i ce cold ,

’
-
,

And from o u t my ski n the r e mounted ,

L i ke a soarin g fla me my sp iri t , ,
”
R ad i antly to heaven a scend ing .
3 18 mama s ’
POEMS .

Thus spake Atta T r oll i n q ui vcri ng

Tender grunting tones a moment
,

Paus e d h e full of melan choly

,

But h is ear s wi th sudden i mpulse

’

P r i ck d he u p and str a n e l
y shook
i
,

Whi lst from o ff h i s cou c upspr ang h e ,

Tremblin g , bello wi ng wi th r apt ure
Do y e hear that sound , my ch ildren
Is not the dar l in g accents
it
Of your mother 0 well know I , ,

T i s the r oa r in g of my Mumma 1
’

”
Mumma Yes my swar thy Mumma 1
'
,

Atta T r oll these wor ds pr onounci ng

, ,

Hasten d l ike a crazy be ing

’

, ,

From the caver n to destru cti on 1

Ah he r ush d to meet hi s doom !
,
’

C A P UT X XI

N the v a le of R on c e va l
om
On the ve r y spot wher e whil e
’
Char lemagne s unh appy nephew
To the foe hi s l ife sur re n de r d, ’

Ther e too fellpoor Atta T r oll

And he fell by c unni ng l ike h im
, , ,

Whom the base equestr ian J udas

Ganelon of Mai nz betr ayed , .

’
Ah ! that noblest bear s emotion -
,

Namely h i s uxori ous feel ings ,

Was a snar e whi c h o ld U r a ca

Cunn i ngly a va ild her se l
f of ’
.

She the growl of swar thy Mum

Cop i ed wi th such great perfec ti on ,

That poor Atta Troll was tempted

’
Out of hi s secure bear s cavern -
.

On the win gs of year ning r a n he

Through the vale oft stood h e gently ,
—
,

Sn u fli n g at a r ock in s i lence ,
’
Thinki ng Mumma was conce ald ther e .
32 0 n m ’
s POEM S .

Four strong men u pon their sh oulders

Bore the va nq ui sh d bear i n tri umph ’

U pri ght sat he on th e se at ,

L i ke a si ckly bathi ng pati en t .

And behi nd as if related

,

To the de ad bear went Lascaro ,

Wi th U raca r i ght and left she

B o w d her thanks though much e m
’
ba rra ss d
’

’
And the Mayor s Ass i stant gave them
Qui te a speech befor e t h e town ha ll ,

When the gra nd pr ocessi on got there ,

And he spoke on many subjects ,

As for instance on the increase

, ,

Of the navy on the p r ess

, ,

On the wei ghty beetroot qu es ti on ,

On the curse of party sp ir i t .

After fully illustrating

’
Lou i s Phi li ppe s speci al meri ts ,

H e p r oce e d e d to the bear .

A n d L as ca r o s great ac h i evement
’
.

”
Thou Lascar o 1 cri ed the speaker
, ,

A s wi th hi s tri co lour d sash he ’

Wi ped the sweat from off hi s forehea d ,

Thou Lascaro ! Thou Lascaro !

, ,

i ver d
’
T hou who b r avely hast d e l
Fr ance and Spai n from Atta T r oll ,

Th ou r t the he r o of both countri es

’

,
”
Pyrenean L afayette 1
When Las c ar o i n th i s manner
Heard officially h i s pr ai ses ,
’
In h i s beard wi th pleasur e l a u gh d h e ,

And qui te blus h d wi th sat isfact i on

’

And i n ver y broken ac c ents ,

One wor d o e r another st umbli ng

’

Gave he u tt r a nce to h i s th a nks

’

For thi s most exceedi ng honour !

Every one w i th d eep amazement
Gazed upon th i s si ght unwonted,
And the aged women mu tter d ’

In alarm beneath thei r breath

,
 ATT A TR OLL . 32 1

Why Lascaro h a s been la ughin g l

,

Wh y , Lascaro has been blushi ng !

Why Lasc aro has been speak ing !
,
”
H e the dead son of the wi tch !
,

Atta Tr oll that ver y day was

Fl a y d and then they sold by auct i on
’
,

H i s poor ski n A furri er bought i t

.

For one hundred francs hard money , .

He most beaut ifully tri mmd i t ’

Wi th a lovely scar let bor der ,

And then sold i t for just double

What i t cost hi mi n the firs t place .

J ulie t then became i ts owner

A t thi rd hand , and i n h e r be droom
L i es i t now i n P a r i s , se r vi ng
A s a rug besi de h e r bed .

0,wi th naked feet how often

Have I stood at n i ght upon thi s
Earthly b r o wn coat of my hero ,

Ou the ski n of Atta T r oll !

And o e r come by sad r e fle ct ions
’

Schi lle r s wo r ds I then r e membe r d

’ ’

What i n song shall be i mmo r tal

Must i n actual l i fe fir s t di e
XXVI C A P UT .

ELL and Mumma ,

Ah , poor Mumma
Is a woman 1 F r ai lty
Is h e r name ! Alas 1a llwomen
A r e as frai l as any por cela i n .

’
When by fate s hand she was par ted
From h e r glor i ous noble husband ,

She by no means d i ed of sor r o w ,

No r s u ccumb d to h e r a ffli c ti on
’
.

On th e ont r ar y she gai ly

c ,

Went on li vi ng went on dancing ,

A s befo r e w i th ardour woo ing

,
’
Fo r the publi c s daily plaudi ts .

See the e nd o f Sch i l le r s ’

Go ds of Greece .

Y
32 2 HEINE s r oa
’
ms .

Fi nally she found a sol i d

S i t ua ti on and pr ovi si on
,

For the whole of lif e at Pari s ,

In the famed Ja r din des P l a nted .

When I chanced the other Sunday

Wi th my Jul i e t to go thi ther
And expounded N atur e to h e r .

Of the plants and beasts co nvers in g ,

Showin g the gir a fles and cedars

'

Of Mount Lebanon the mi ghty ,

D r omedary the gold pheasants

, ,

And the zebra as we chatted —

,
’
It so happen d that at length we
’
Stood befor e the pi t s close r ai li ng
Where the bears are a llcollected ,

Graci ous heavens what saw we there 1 ,

A n enorm ous desert bear -

From S iberi a wh i te and hair y , ,

Wi th a lady bear was play i ng -

A too tender game of love there

-
.

An d the latter was our Mumma !

Was the wi fe of Atta Tr oll !
Well I knew h er by the tender
Hum i d glances of h e r eye .

Yes twas she 1 the South s bl

,
’
ack na u ghte r ’
1
She i t was yes Madame Mumma
,
—
,

Wi th a R ussi an i s now li ving ,

Wi th a Northern wi ld bar bari an 1

Wi th a simp rin g fa ce a negro ’

Who a ppr oa ch d u s thus a ddr e s s d me

’

,
’

Is there any s i ght more pleas ing

Than to s ee two lover s happy
I r epli ed Pr ay tell me whom S ir , ,
’
I ve the honour of address ing
But the other cri ed wi th wonder :
’
Don t you really r ecollect me
Why the Moori sh p r i nc e e mI
,

Who i n Fr eiligrath was dr ummi ng

Thi ngs in Ge rmany went badly ,

I was far too i solated .

32 1 mama s ’
PO EMS .

When h e read the well kno wn poem -

a ndo s franti c do i ngs

Of O r l
’

Whi ch poli tely Ari osto

To hi s Emi nence i nscri bed .

Yes my good old fri end Varnh agen

, ,

Yes I r ound thy li ps see plainly

,
’
Hov ring those exact expressi ons ,

By the same sly smi le attended .

Often dost thou laugh whi lst readi ng ,

Yet at i ntervals thy forehead

Solemnl y i s wrinkled over ,

And these thoughts then s teal ac ross thee

Sounds i t not l ik e those youn g vi si ons
That I dreamt once wi th Cham i s so
And Brentano and Fouque ,

In the blue and moonlight eveni ngs

Is i t not the dear notes ri si ng
Fr om the long lost fores t ch apel -

Sound the well known cap and bells not —

R ogui shly at i ntervals

’
In the n i ghtingale s sweet chorus
’
Br eaks the bear s deep donble bass -
,

Dull and growli ng i nte r changi ng ,

In i ts turn wi th spiri t whi spers 1 -

N o ns e n se wh i ch pr etends to wi sdom !
,

Wi sdom whi ch has tur u d qui te c r azy

,
' ’

Dy ing si ghs whi ch suddenly ,

Into laughter are converte d !

Yes my fr i end th e sounds indeed ti s
,
’

Fr om the long depar ted dr eam time ;

,

Save that modern quavers often

Mi dst the olden keynotes j ingle
’
.

’
S i gns of tr embl ing thou lt di scover
Her e and ther e d e spi te the boasting ;
,

I commend thi s li tt le poem

T o thy wel l p r oved gentleness 1
-

Th i s r e fe rs m
to th e ti e o f H eine s re sid e nce i n Be rl
i n, when
’

h e wa s i nt im t it
a e w h th e se a nd o ther wel lknown pe rsona ges
S e e S k e tch o f h is Life. a nte
’

.
 A TT A TR OLL . 25

Ah ! pe rchan ce i t i s the last free

Forest- song of th e Ro mant i c ;
In the daytime s wi ld c onfus i on
’

Will i t sadly di e away .

Other times and other birds too !

Other birds and other mus i c !
What a cra cklin g li ke the geese s
,
’

Who p r eserved the Cap i to l !

’
What a t wi tt r i ng ! Tis the sparrows
’

Wh le the i r claws hold far th i ng rushlights ;

i

Y et they r e strutti ng l ike J ove s eagle

’ ’

Wi th the mi ghty thun der bolt !

What a coo i ng ! Turtl ed oves tis ; ’

Si ck of love they now are hati ng

, ,
’
A nd hencefor war d stead of Venus
, ,

Draw the chari ot of Be llona 1

What a hummi ng wor ld convuls ing !
,
-

Tis in fact the big cock chafers

’
—

Of the sprin gti me of the people

S mi tten wi th a sudden frenzy !
,

Ot her ti mes and other b irds too !

Other birds and other mus i c !
They perchance could gi ve me pl eas ure
Had I only other M I
 G ER MA NY .
‘

A WINTE R T ALE .

C A PUT I .

N the mournf ul month of November twas ’

The wi nter days h a d r eturn ed ,

The wi nd from the trees the foli age tor e ,

When I to w r d s Germany jour ni ed
’
.

And when at length to the fronti er I came

I felt a mi ghti er thro bbi ng
Wi thi n my b r eas t tears filld my eyes
,
’

And I wel lni gh br oke i nto sobbi ng .

An d when I th e German l a n guage he ard ,

Stran ge fe elin gs e ach other succeedi ng ,

I felt prec i sely as though my heart

R i ght pleasantly were bleedi ng .

A li ttle mai den sang to the harp ;

R eal feel i ng h e r s ong was conveying ,

Though false was h e r voi ce and yet I felt

,

Deep moved at hearing her playing .

’
She s ang of love and she sang of love 8 woes
, ,

Of sa crifices and meetin g

,

Agai n on h i gh i n yon bett er wor ld

,

Wher e vani sh our sorro ws so fle e ting .

She sang of thi s earthly valley of tea rs ,

’
Oi joys whi ch so soon have va ni s h d ,

Of yonder wher e r evels the gl

,
ori fie d soul

In eternal b liss gri ef be i ng ba ni sh d

,
’
.

The song of renun cia ti on she sang ,

T he heavenly ei apopei a ,

W herewi th the people the booby throng

, ,

Are h us h d when they s oothi ng requir e

’
.

Th e sli ghtl ar m etre of thi s fine p oemis a close

y irre gul
32 8 Ha ms ’

,
PO EMS .

Those stars i nspi red blaze wi ldly on

In to rr ents of flame and wi th wonder ,

I feel myse lf full of unear thly strength ,

'

I co uld r end e en oaks asunder 1

Since I on Germany s ground have trod ’

I mpe r vaded b y ma gi c al jui ces

,
’

’
T h e gi ant has tou ch d hi s mothe r once more ,

And the contact new vi gour pr oduces .

C A P UT II .

ST heavenly joys were war bled th us

sung by the li tt le mai den ,

The Pr uss i an douan i ers se a r ch d my tru nk ’

As soon as the c oach was unladen .

T hey poked the i r noses i n eve r y thi ng ,

Eac h handker c h i ef shi r t and s to cki n g

, ,

T hey so u ght for jewels pr oh i b i ted books , ,

And la c e wi th a rudeness qui te shocki ng

, .

Y e foo l ,
s so closely to search my trun k 1
Y e Will h nd i n i t r eally n oth i ng ;
My c ontrab and goods I c ar r y about
In my head not h i d in my clothi ng
, .

Po i nt la ce i s ther e that s fine r fa r

,
’

T han B r ussels or Me chli n lac es ;

If on c e I un pac k my po i nt t wi ll pr i ck
’

And cr uelly s cr atch your fac e s .

In my hea d I carr y my jewelr y all ,

’
T h e Futur e s cr own d i amonds splendi d -
,

T h e new god s te mple—o rnaments ri c h

’

T h e god a s yet not comp r ehended .

’
And many books also you d see i n my h ead ,

If the top wer e only 0 11 i t 1

My head i s a t wi tte ri ng b ir d s nest full ’

Of books that they gladly would forfe i t .

Beli eve me that matters a r e no wor se off

In the li br ary e en of the de vi l ;
’

E en Hoffmann of Faller sle b en ne er wr ote

’
” '

Any works that wer e h alf so evil .

A popul a r G e rm a n po e t bo rn i n 17 9 8 wh o wa s d e p rived 0 1
, ,

h is pr ofe sso r sh i p i n th e U ni vers i t y o f B re s l a u i n 1842 for pu b

um
.
,

lis hi ng a v ol e e ntitled U npoliti ca lSong s .

"
 GERM ANY . 32 9

A passenger who stood by my side

Re m ar k d that we now had before
’
na

The famous Pr uss i an Zollve r ein ,

’
T h e customhouses vast chorus .

The Zollver e in thus he observed

—
,

Wi ll found our nat i onali ty ,

And joi n our sca tte r d father land ’

In bonds of cord i al i ty .

T wi ll gi ve us ext e r nal uni ty

That ki nd that s m
,

a te r ial and real ;

’

The cen so r sh i p gi ves us the other ki nd ,

That s ghostly and i de al

’
.

It g ives us i nternal un i ty ,

In thought as well as i n feel ings ;

A uni ted Germany need we to rule
Our outwar d and i nward deali ngs .

CA P U T III .

N the old cathed r al at Ai x- la- Chape l le

’
L i e b uri ed g reat Charlemagne s ashes ;
( No t the l i vi ng Cha r les Maye r i n Swab i a born ,
Wh o the wr i te r of so much trash i s 1)
As the smallest of poets I d sooner l i ve ’

A t S tukk ert by N e cka r s fa i r ri ver

’

, ,

Than be buri ed as E mp r or at A ix la Chapelle

’
- -
,

And so be e xti ngui sh d for ever ’

.

In the streets of Ai x la Chapelle the dogs

- -

A r e en nui d and humbly im plo r e us :

’

0 stran ge r p rythee gi ve u s a kick

, ,
”
And to l ife for a t i me thus resto r e us .

d along i n th i s tedi ous place

’
I sa un te r
For an hour , wi th great pe r sever ance ,
And sa w that th e Pruss i an sol di ery
Ar e not the least changed in appearance .

The h i gh red colla r st ill they wear ,

Wi th the same gr ey m a ntle below

(The B e d betokens the blood of th e French

Sang K orner th e youthful poet) .

30 H EINE S
'

roa m
s .

They are stillthe wooden ped anti c race ,

In ever y mot i on d i splay ing

The s a me ri ght angle and every fa ce
,

A fri gi d conce i t st i ll betr aying .

They walk abo ut s titfly as though upon stilts,

,

Stuck u p as strai ght as a needle ,

Appeari ng as if they had s wa llow d the sti ck ’

On ce us ed as the best means to wheedle .

’
Yes ne er has ent irely va n i sh d the rod
,
’

T hey c ar r y i t now i ns i de them

Fa miliar D a will re call the old E r
Wher e i n they wer e wont to p ri de them .

Th e long mus tach io noth ing mor e

Than the p i gtai l of old di sc lose s
The tai l that for mer ly hung behi n
Is hanging ri ght under thei r noses .

I was not d i spleased wi th the new costume

Of the cavalry I must con fe s s i t ;
,

And ch i e fly the head pi ece the helmet in fa c t

,

Wi th the steel po i nt above i t to dress i t , .

It seems so kn i ghtly and takes one bac k

,

T o the sweet romance of past ages ,

To the Countess J oh anna of Montfaucon ,

T i eck U hland Fouqu e and suc h sa ges

, , ,

The m i ddle ages i t calls to mi nd ,

Wi th the ir sq ui re s and noble i nf eri ors ,

Who in their bosoms fide lity bor e ,

And e scut che ons upon their posteri ors .

Cr usades and tour neys i t bri ngs back too ,

And love and respe c t at a d i stance

, ,

And ti mes of fai th e re pri nti ng was known

, ,

When newspape r s had no e x i stence .

Yes yes I a dmi r e the helmet i t shows

, , ,

An i ntellect tr u ly enchanti ng 1
R ight royali nd e ed the i nventi on was ,

Th e p oi nt i s really not wanting !

If a storm should ari se a p e ak like thi s
,

s te rr i bly fii gh t ni n g)
’

( The thought i
On your romanti c he a d mi ght attr act
T h e heavens most modern li ghtni ng !
’
332 Ha ms ’
PO EMS .

Yes here ,
i t was that the clergy of yore
D r a gg d on their pi ous exi stence
’

’
Her e r uled the dar k men whose stor y s preserved
,

By Ulri ch von H u tte n s ass i stan ce

" ’
.

Twas her e that the nuns and monks once danced

’

In medi aavalgyrati ons ,

Her e Cologne s own Menzel H o ogs traa te n f by name

’

, ,

Wr ote hi s bi tter denun ci ati ons .

T was
’
her e that the fla mes of the funer al pi le
Both books and men once s wallo w d ; ’

Th e bells r ang merri ly all the wh i le ,

’
And Kyri e Elei son fol lo w d .

Stupi di ty here and sp i tefulness

L i ke dogs i n the st r eet c oquetted
In r eli gi ous hatr ed the br ood still exi sts ,

Though greatly to be r egretted ,

But se e wher e the moonlight yonder gleams

, ,

A form of a monstrous sort i s !

As bl a ck as the devil i t rears i ts head ,

Cologne Cathedral in short ti s

’
.

Twas meant a bast i le of the sp ir i t to be ,

And the cunn i ng papists bethou ght them

In thi s prison gi gant i c shall p i ne away
German i ntelle c ts wh e n we have caught them
,
.

T hen Luther a pp e a r d and soon by hi s mouth

’

,
”
A thunderi ng Halt 1 was spoken .

S ince then the Cathedral no p r ogress has made

In buildi ng the charm bei ng broken
,
.

Itnever was fin i sh d and thi s is a s well

’
, ,

F or i ts ve r y non te r mi nati on
-

A monument makes i t of German strength

And Pr otestant r eformati on .

Y e Cath e dr al So c i ety s mem be r s vai n,

’
-

Wi th power less hands have ye r i sen

'
To cont inue the wor k that so long has been stopp d,
And complete the an ci ent p r i son .

A fa mou s theolo g i a n poe t, ,

t
a n d ora o r , a n d one o f L u the r a
t hief fo l lowe rs H e di ed i n 152 3
r A D om
. .

’
i ni ca n fria r wh o was one of L uthe r s firs t a nta gon i sts
,
’
.
 GER M ANY . 333

O fooli sh delusi on ! In vai n wi llye shake

Th e money boxes so bootless
-
,

A nd beg of the J ews and he r et i cs too ,

Your labour i s i dle and frui tless .

In vai n wi ll L iszt on behalf of the fund

Make concer ts a llthe fashi on ,

And all in vai n wi ll a talented king

D eclai m wi th i mpetuous pass i on .

Colo gne Cathedral wi ll finis h d be

’ ’
ne er
Although the Swabi an Solons
Have sent a shi pload full of stones
To h elp i t, nolens volens .

T wi ll ne er be completed despi te all the cri es

’ ’

Of th e ravens and owl s wi thout number ,

Who ful
, l of ant i qua r i an lore ,

In hi gh chur ch steeples slumber

-
.

Indeed the time wi ll by and by come

,
- -
,

Wh en instead of completi ng i t ri ghtly ,

The inner space a s a stable will se r ve

Fo r horses a change but uns i ghtly
,
—
.

And if the cathedral a stable becomes ,

Pr ay tell us how they wi ll then tackle

The three holy kin gs who rest ther e now ,

W i thi n the tabernacle

Thus ask they But why should we in these days
.
, ,

Stand u p as the ir supporters

The three holy ki ngs from the Eastern land
Must find some other quarte r s .

Take my advi ce and place them all

,

In those th r ee i r on cages
That h i gh upon St Lambert s tower .
’

A t M unste r have hung for ages .

If one of the th r ee should mi ss ing be ,

Sele c t i n h is stead so me othe r ;

R eplace the king of the Easte r n land
By some regal Western brothe r ‘ .

i i
Th e fir s t e d ti on ended w t h thi s ve rs e wh ch wa s s ru ck , i t
o ut by th e c e n so rs a nd re pl
, a ced by t h e five fo l
lo wi ng ve rse s .
334 na me s
’
POEM S .

The kin “
g of the tai lors sat ther ei n
Wi th his two a d vi sers by hi m;
But we will employ the cages now
F or monar chs who greatly outvi e hi m .

Oh the ri ght Baltha sar shal l have hi s place ,

On the left shall be Melchi or s stati on
’

In the mi dst shall be Gaspar I kn ow not wha t .

When ali ve was thei r ri ght si tua t ion

, .

The Holy Alliance from out of the East ,

N ow cano ni sed so d uly ,

Per chance has not always i ts mi ssi on fulfilld ’

Qui te p r oper ly and truly .

Balthasar pe r chance and Melch i or too

Wer e men of but weak r esolut i on ,

Wh o p r omi sed when sor ely pr e ss d from wi thout ’

Thei r ki ngdoma consti tuti on

, ,

And afte r war ds broke the ir wor d Per chance .

—

’ ’
King Gaspar who r e i gn d o er th e Moormen
, ,

R ewar ded wi th black i n grati tude

Hi s fooli sh fond su bjects the poor men ! ,

CA P U T V .

’
bri dge 0 e r the Rh ine .

co r ner advances ,

There saw I Father R hi ne flowi ng on

In the s ilent moonbeam s glan ces ’
.

All hail to thee good Father Rhin e, ,

No w that I m home r eturni ng !

’

Full often ha ve I on thee thought ,

Wi th longing and deep ye a rni ng .

Thus spake I and heard 111 the waters deep

,

A voi ce at once stran ge and moani ng ,

L ike the wheez i ng cough of an aged man ,

Wi th grumbling and fe eble groani ng :

’
Th ou rt welcome and as thou remembe r est me
, ,

I see th e e good youth agai n gladly ;

, ,
’
T i s thi rteen long ye ars s in ce I saw thee last ,

My affa irs have meanwhile gone badly .

Th e rem a i ns o f J ohn of Le yde n a n d h i s t wo chi ef a ecom

1
‘

pli ce s were e xpo se d i n the se cages whi ch st i l l re ma in i n th e ir

,

d
ol i
pos ti on .
336 mama s ’
po ms .

And mar ch at their head and hi s wr etc hed

'
,
"
w
it
Play 0 11 on me all thr ough the summer .

Poo r Father R hi ne thus m a de hi s complai nts ,

And d i sco ntentedly s plu tte r d ’

.

In or der to r ai se h i s si nkin g heart ,

’
These comfort i ng wor ds I u tte r d
0do not dread good Father R hi ne , ,

T h e laugh of a F r enchman whi ch i s ,

Wor th l i ttle for he is no longer the same

, ,
’

And they als o have a lte r d their br eeches .

Their br e e ches a r e r ed and no longer are whi te , ,

’
They also have a lte r d the button
No longer they sing and no longer they spri ng ,

B ut hang the i r hea ds li ke dead mutton .

They now are phi losophers all and q u ot e ,

Hegel Fi chte Kant over their vi ctuals ;

, , ,

T o bw co they smoke and bee r they dr i nk , ,

And many play also at ski ttles .

They r e all l ike us Ger mans becomi ng me r e snob s

’

, ,

But car r y i t even farther

’
N0 longer they follow in Voltair e s steps ,

But be lieve i n Hengste nbe r g r ather .

As for Alfred de Musset i ndeed i t i s true ,

That he st ill to abuse gi ves a handle ;

But be not afrai d and we ll soon chai n down ,
’

H is tongue so devoted to scandal .

And if he should play o ff hi s wr et ch ed w it ,

We l lpun i sh h i mmost sever ely

’
.

P r oc lai m ing a loud the advent ur es h e meets

Wi th the women he loves most dear ly .

Then be contented goo d Fathe r Eh 1ne ,

B a d songs t r eat only wi th la u ghte r ;

A better song e r e long thou shalt hear ,

Far ewell we shall meet her eafter

,
.

A n o te d l
t h e o o gi a n , o r n b '

in 1802 , a nd one oi th e l
e a de r s e!

th e or t ho dox p a rty in P r ussi a .

 GER MANY . 337

CAP UT V I .

N Pagan ini used always to wa i t

A Spi r i t us Fam i li ar i s ,

Oftt imes as a dog oftti mes i n the shape

,

Of the late lamented Geor ge Harri s .

Na p oleon befor e each i mportant event

, ,

Saw a man i n r e d as they menti on

, ,

An d Socrates he had hi s Daemon too ,

No fanc if ul mer e i nvent i on .

E en I when I sat at my table to wri te

’

, ,

When the dar kne ss of n i ght h a d entwi ned me,

Have someti mes seen a muffle d for m ,

Mysteri ously standing beh i nd me .

Hi d unde r hi s mantle a Somethi ng he held , ,

And when the light happen d to catch i t ’

It strangely glea md and methought t wa s an axe

,
’ ’
, ,
’
A n exe cu ti oner s hatchet .

His stature a p pe ar d to be under the mean

’

Hi s eyes l
’
i ke ve r y stars gl i ste n d ;
H e never di s tu r b d me as I wr ote
’

,
’
But qui etly stood ther e and l i sten d , .

For many a ye a r I had ceased to see

Th i s ver y s i ngular fell ow ,

But found h imher e suddenly at Cologne ,

In t h e moonli ght si lent and mellow .

’
I sa un ter d thoughtfully through the streets
An d saw hi mb eh in d me stalki ng
,

J ust li ke my shadow and when I stood stil

, l,
'

H e also left 0 1 1 wal ki ng .

H e stood as if he we r e wai t ing for me

, ,

And when I onwar d hurri ed ,

H e follo w d aga in a nd thus I r ea ch d

’ ’

The Cathedral yard qui te fiurri e d ,

.

I could not bear i t so tur n d shar p round ,

,
’

And sai d I i nsi st on an answer ;

Why follow me thus in the silent ni ght .

A nd lead me th i s wanderi ng dance Sir ,

I come a cr oss thee just at the time

W hen wor ld wi de feeli ngs are dash ing
-

Acr oss my br east and thr o u gh my brai n

,

Th e sp iri t lightn in gs are flas hi n g

-
.
338 Ha nna s roa
’
m
s .

Thou upon me so fixed ly

ga z e s t
No w answer me what i s ther e h i dden
,

Beneath thy mantle that secr etly gleams

” ’
Thy bus iness say when th ou rt hi dden , .

The other repli ed i n a somewhat dry tone ,

If not a li ttle phlegmat i c

I pray the e exor ci se me not
, ,

And be not qui te so emphat i c !

No ghost a mI from the days gone by ,

Nograve ar i sen spectre ;

-

I have no affecti on for rhetori c

I mno phi losophi c projector
,
’
.

I a mof a practi cal natu re in fact ,

And of silent r esoluti on

But know that w hatever thy sp ir i t co ncei ves
, ,

I put i nto execution .

An d
’
even when years have pa s s d away ,

I rest not nor sufier di stracti on

'

, ,
’
Ti ll I ve changed to reali ty all thy thoughts ;
’
Thine s the thi nking and mi ne is the acti on , .

The judge art thou and the jai ler a mI , ,

And li ke a servant obedi ent

, ,

The judgments execute pl easin g to thee ,

Whether ri ght or i nexpedi ent .

Before the Consulthey carri ed an a xe

In R ome of old let me rem i nd thee
,

And thou hast also thy li ctor but he ,

Now carri es the axe behi nd thee .

Thy li ctor emI an d follow behi nd ,

,

And carry i n all i ts splendour

’ ’
The polish d executi oner s axe
I mthe deed whi ch thy thoughts engender
’ ”
.

C A P UT V II .

H OM EWAR D went , and as soundly I slept

As if by the angels tended ;
In German beds one cosily r ests ,
For they a r e all feather beds splendi d .
340 Ha nna s
’
PO EMS .

And every time that I mark d a house ’

In th i s ver y pecul i ar fashi on ,

A funeral bell was heard in a tone

Of mourn ful and soft compassi on .

But now i n the heavens the moon grew pa le ,

And darkness came over me thi ckly ,

And over her fa ce lik e horses black
, ,

The stormy clouds sped qui ckly .

An d st i ll beh i nd me onward went

My dark compan i on ever ,

H i s h i dden axe grasp i ng o n st il

lon
—
, , ,

And pausing and resting never .

’
We went and went t i ll we r ea ch d at l ength
,
’
The Cathedral pr ecincts centre ;
The doors of the chur ch wi de open stood ,

And str ai ghtway di d we ente r .

Wi th i n i ts capa ci ous expanse but death

And n i ght and si lence h o ve r d ’

Wh ile her e and there a glimmeri ng lamp

,

The dar kness plainly di scover d ’

.

’
I wa n der d long the pillars among ,

And hear d the footsteps only

Of my attendant who follo w d me stil l
’

,
’
E en her e i n the s ilence lonely .

A t len gth we came to a c er tai n place ,

Wi th gold and jewels q ui te glor i ous ,

lumed b y the ta pers spa r klin g li ght

’
And il ,
’
Twas the three ki ngs chapel notori ous
’
.

But the thr ee holy king s who wer e wont to lie

,

Qu i te sti ll and in or der b efitt ing

,

O s i ght of wonder 1 wer e now upri ght

—

U pon their sarcophagi si tti ng .

Thr ee skeletons d e ck d in fantast i c array

,
’

Wi th cr owns on the i r skulls dry and yellow ,

And each one held i n hi s bony hand

A sceptr e bes i de h is fellow
,
.

L ike dan cing puppets they moved about

’
T he ir bones whi ch so long had pe ri sh d ;
They smelt of mould and they also smelt
,
’
Of i ncense fragrant and ch er i sh d .
 01 mm . 34]
’
One mongst the number soon moved hi s mouth
And u tte r d a lengthy orati on ,
’

Explai ni ng the reasons why he clai md ’

My respe ctful salutat i on .

The firs t because he was a cor pse

, ,

Because a monar c h the se c ond ,

Because a sai nt the th ird b ut the whole

, ,
—

’
Of li ttle account I r ecken d .

I gave himan answe r i n laughi ng mood

In va in i s all thy endeavour !
’
I see that th ou r t st i ll i n ev r y respect ’

As strange and old fa shi o n d as ever !

-
’

Away 1 away ! In the deep grave alone

Your lengths ye ought to measur e 1
R eal li fe wi ll sho r tly c o nfis ca te
’
Th i s chapel s mi ghty tr eas ure .

Hereafte r the merr y c avalr y

Shall make the Cathed r al the i r dwel ling ;
If ye wi ll not go gently then for ce shall be used , .

”
Wi th clubs your exi t compell ing 1
When thus I h a d spoken I t ur n d me round ,
’

A n d saw wher e was g l i mmer ing bri ghtly

’
My s ilent attendant s te rr i ble axe ,

And he r ead my mean ing r i gh t ly .

’
S o he qui ckly a ppr o a ch d , and wi th the a xe

Re mors cl
’
e s sl
y he sh a tte r d
Those skeletons poor of bi gotry ,
’
And i nto atoms s ca tte r d .

The echo i ng blows from the vaulted r oof

m
R ang wi ldly i n countless numbe r s
, "

Wh ile streams of blood p our d out from ’

y b east r ,

A nd I awoke from my slumber s .

CA PU T VIII .

ROM Cologne to Hagen i t costs to post

F i ve P r uss ian dollar s s ix gr oschen ; ,

The d iligen c e chanced to be full so I came ,

In a chai se th ough rough was the moti on

,
.
342 111 mms PO EM S .

’
Twas a late autu m n morni ng both damp and grey ,

The coach in the mud gr oa n d sadly ; ’

Ye t desp i te the bad weather desp i te the bad road

, ,

Swee t thoughts pervaded me gladly .

’
Ti s my own nati ve a ir and the glow on my cheek
,

Could be ar no othe r cons truct i on ;

The very dir t i n the hi ghway i tself
Is my father land s p r oducti on !
’

’
The horses wa gg d thei r tai ls l ike old fri ends ,

As they went along in a canter ;

Their very dung a ppea r d to me fai r ’

As the apples of Atalanta 1

We p ass d through Muh lheim The people are dull
’
.

And busy the town far from dirty ;

,

I last was ther e in the mer ry month

Of May in the year one and thi rty
,
.

All things then st ood in bloomi ng atti r e ,

A n d the sunli ght sweetly was bli nkin g

T h e b i r ds wer e s in ging thei r yearni ng song ,

Whi le the men we r e hopi ng and thi nki ng .

Thus thought they : The la nky order of kni ghts

Wi ll depart from amongst u s shortly ;
T hei r farewell draught they shal l dr ink from long
fla sks
fas h i on not courtly 1
Of i ron , i n
And freedom shall come wi th spor t a nd wi th d n c e a
,

Wi th the banner the wh i te blue r e d one ;

,
- -

Pe r chan c e she wi ll fetch from out of the grave

”
E en Bonaparte even the dead one 1
’

Alas 1the kni ghts r emai n as before

Mor e than one of tho se foo ls so deri ded
’
Who e nter d the countr y as thi n as a lath
A r e now wi th fat bell i es pr ovi ded .

The pallid canai lle who used to look

,

The p i ctures of fai th hope ch a ri ty

, , ,

Have got red noses by ti ppli ng our wi ne

Wi th the utmost regulari ty .

And Freedom has spra in d her foot and has lost ’

For spri nging and ravin g all power ;

In Pari s i tself the tr i colour flag
Looks mournq y down from each tower .
344 m e POEMS .

’
One s nati ve country to each fond h ea rt
Grows ever dearer and dearer
Its eggs and bloater s when n i cely brown d ’

Come home to one s feeli ngs still nearer .

How the sau sages sang i n the splutteri ng fat

The fieldfar e s those ver y delici ous
,

And r oasted angels wi th apple sauce ,

All war bled a welcome p r opi ti ous .

T h ou r t
’
welcome countryman warbled they,
, ,

Full long hast thou been delayi ng 1

Full long hast thou wi th for ei gn bir ds
”
In for ei gn lands been strayi ng 1
Upon the table stood al so a goose ,

A silent ki ndhear te d bei ng

,

Pe r chance she loved me i n younger days ,

When our tas tes were near er agreeing .

Full of meani ng she eyed me cordi al but sad , ,

And fond l ik e the rest of h e r gender ;

,
’
She sur ely p o s se s s d an excellent soul ,

But h e r fle sh was by no means tender .

A boa r s head they also br ought i n the room

’

On a pewter d i sh for me to guzzle ;

,

Th e bor es wi th us a r e always d ec k d out

’

Wi th laurel leaves round thei r muzzle .

CAP UT X .

N leavi ng Hagen the n i ght came on ,

And I felt a ch i lly sensati on

Insi de A t the inn at U nna I fir st
.

’
R e c o ver d my ani mati on .

A pr etty mai den foun d I ther e ,

Who p our d out my pun ch di scr eetly ;

’

L i ke yellow silk were h e r comely lo cks ,

ea md sweetly
H e r eyes like the moonl i ght gl
’

We st ph alian accents I h eard

H e r l i spi ng
Wi th joy as she u tte r d them c lear ly ;
,
’

The pun ch wi th sweet r ecollect ions smoked ,

I thought of my brethren loved de arly ;

 GER MA NY . 345

The d e ar Westphali ans wi th whom I oft drank

,

A t Gotti ngen whi le we were able

, ,
’
lwe sank in emoti on on each other s necks ,
T il
A n d also sank under the table .

That loveable wor thy Westphali a n race 1

, ,

I ey er have loved i t extremely ;

A nati on so fir m so fai thful so true
, , ,

Ne er gi ven to boasti ng unseemly

’
.

How proudly they stand wi th their li on li ke h e arts

,
-
,

In the noble sc i ence of fencing !

Thei r quarts and thei r ti erces so honest ly meant , ,

Wi th vi gorous arm di spens ing .

Ri ght well they figh t and r i ght well they dr i nk

,

When they gi ve thee thei r hand so gentle

T o strik e up a fri endshi p they ne eds must weep , ,
’
L ike oaks t ur n d senti mental .

May heaven watch over thee worthy race , ,

Ou thy seed shower down benefacti ons ,

Preserve thee from war and empty r enown ,

’
From her oes and heroes act i ons !
May i t evermore grant to thy exce llent sons
A h easy exami nat i on
And give thy daughters marri ages good
,

So Amen to my i nvocati on !
'

CA P U T X I .

EH OL D the wood of Tc u tobur g,

’
Descri bed in Tac i tus pages ;
Behold the classi cal marsh , wher ei n
Stuck Varus , in past ages .

Her e va nq ui sh d hi mthe Ch erus ci a n pri nce

’
,

The noble giant named Hermann

Twas in thi s m i re that triumph d fir s t
,
’ ’

Our nat i onali ty Ge rman .

’
Had Hermann wi th hi s light bai r d hord es -

No t tri u mph d her e over the foeman

’

Then Ge rman freedom had come to an end ,

We had each been tur n d to a R oman 1

’

Cal
led Ar mi ni us by the Ro ma ns .
 PO EMS
’
3 46 H EINE s .

Nought but R oman lan guage and manners had now

Our nati ve countr y ruled ove r ,

i ved Vestals the Swab i ans e en

’
In Muni c h l ,
’
A s Qui ri tes have flour i sh d i n clover !
A n h ar i isp e x had Hengstenbe r g surely been ,

A n d groped about in the bowels

Of oxen ; Neander “an
1
Augur and based ,

On fli gh ts of b irds his avowals .

B i r ch P fe ifer lhad ti ppled her turpent ine

- ''

L i ke the R oman ladi es a dmi red .

( T s sa i d that they by i ts frequent use

’
i , ,

A pleas in g odour acq ui red) .

Fr iend Ra umer j: had been no Ge rman scamp

But a regular R oman Sca mpa tius
,

And Frei li grath wri tten wi thout using rhyme ,

L i ke worthy Flaccus Hor at ius .

The cl ums y begga r Father Jali n ,

Had then been ca lld Clums i a nus ;

,
’

Me Hercule 1 Massmann I ] would Lati n have talk d

’

As Marcus T ulli us M a ss ma nus l

,

The fri ends of truth i nstead of wi th ours

,

In the paper s would i n the arena

,

Have had to wage a mor tal figh t

Wi th the lion jackal hyena , , .

One si ngle Nero we now shou ld have had ,

’
Stead of thr e e dozen p i ece s of knaver y ;
Our vei ns should we have ope n d and so ’

D e fie d the bail
i ffs of slavery .

Thank h eaven 1 The R omans were dri ven away ,

A glori ous tr i umph was Her ma nn s ’

Both Varus and all h i s legi ons s u ccumb d ’

And we remai n d still Germans 1 ’

m
Th e fa ous hi s to ri a n a nd p rofe ssor o f theol ogy a t Be rln i .

H e di ed in 18 50
m m
.

t A we l l-k nown actress a nd vol u inous dra ati c a u tho r, o rn b

i n 1800 .

I Th e his to ri a n
m
.

A p ro fesso r o f gy na st cs i
m
.

Al a ngua g es a nd gy n a sti cs joi ntl

i n gui s t a n d p ro fe s sor of l y .

In th e l a t te r s ie nce he was a p up lo f J ahn

c
i .
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’
POEMS .

B r other wolves ! i t gi ves me great pleasure to day

To tarry awhi le m i dst your growlin g
’

Wher e so many noble spi ri ts have met ,

Ar ound me lovingly howl i ng .

My fee li ngs jus t at the moment I spe ak

Are truly beyond allme a sur e
Thi s p r esent hour I ne er shall for get
’

S o fr aught wi th exceedi ng pleasur e .

I th a nk you for the co nfide n ce thus

Evi nced beyond deni al ,

And whi ch by the clear est pr oofs ye have sho wn

In ever y peri od of t ri al .

’
B r other wolves ! ye ne e r doubted that true I re
Y e set all the rogues at d efia n ce [ ma in d ,
’

Wh o fal sely asser ted that I h ad of late ,

Str uck up wi th the dogs an allian c e ,

’ ’
And turn d an apostate and e en i n the fold
,

As a Coun ci llo r soon they would sho w me

To answer su ch base asser t i ons as these
I feel to be r eally belo w me .

Th e sheepski n that I for a t i me had on

As a pi ece of war m cloth i ng mer ely ,

Bel i eve me wi ll never make me love

,
’
The sheep s race an atom mo r e dearly .

No sheep a mI and no dog a mI

, ,

No Coun cil lor o r su ch l ike

,

A wol f e mI and my hear t and teeth

,

A wolf s are ver y m u ch l ike

’
.

A wolf e mI and wi th the wolves

,

I ever wi ll b e a yelper ;
Yes r e ckon upon me and help your selves
, , ,

And God wi ll b e your helper 1 ”

Th i s was the spee ch de live r d by me

’

Wi thout the least pr ep arati on

In the Allgeme ine Ze i tung I mtold ,
’

It a pp ea r d though wi th mu c h mutilati on
’

,
.

CA P U T X III .

H E sun arose near Pader bor n .

Wi th a look b y no means bri gh t ning ’

In fa ct he le a ds but a so r r y l i fe ,
’
Thi s wretched earth enligh t ni ng .
 GERMA NY . 349

As s oon as he has li ghted one si de,

And hastens wi th beams alls parkl i ng
To li ghten the other already the firs t ,

Is get ti ng gloomy and dar kli ng .

Poor S i syphus stone keeps rollin g do

’

’
The Danai ds bucket never
Gets filld and to li ghten thi s earthly ball
’
,
’
In vai n is the s un s endeavour .

And when the mi st of morni ng di spe rsed ,

I saw by the waysi de p r ojecti ng

In the early glow Hi s figur e who di ed
, ,

On the c r oss a death so affecting .

I mfil led wi th deject i on ever y ti me

’

That I see Thee my poo r R elati on ,

Whose mi ss i on was to redeem the world
,

,
’
And be ma nki nd s salvati on .

A sorry tri ck they pla y d Thee i ndee d ’

The lords of the Council stately

0 why di dst Thou speak of Church and State
In a manne r to wound them greatly ?
To Thy mi sfor t une th e printi ng art
To mortals had then not been g iven ,

Or else a book had been wr i tten by Thee

On the subjects rel atin g to heaven .

’
The Ce nsor would then have eras ed whate er
Sati r ical see md in i ts d i cti on
’

And so the lov ing censorshi p

Have saved Th e e from cru c ifixi on .

Ah 1 if for Thy ser mon on the moun t

Another text Thou hads t taken 1
Sufii ci e nt geni us and talent were Thine ,
’
And th e pi ous Thou n ee d st not have shaken .

Money changers and bankers Thou d ro y s t wi th the

—
’

Fr om the temple in just i nd i gnati on,

[ s c our ge

U nh appy E uth us i a st ! N o w on the cro s s

Thou dost suffer a sad exp i ati on .

C A P U T XIV .

HE wi nd was humi d and barren the land , ,

The chai se floun der ed on i n the mire ,

Yet a si ng ing and rin ging were filling my ears

”
0 Sun thou accusi ng fire 1
,
350 mama s ’
roa m
s .

The burden 18 thi s of the olden song

That my nur se so often wa s singing
0 Sun thou ac cusing fir e l was then
’

L ike the note of the fore st horn ri ngin g .

Thi s song of a murder er te lls the tale ,

Who li ved a li fe joyous and splendi d

Hung up in the for est at last he was foun d ,

Fr om a g rey old willow suspended .

’
The mur der er s sentence of death was na ild ’

’
On the Wil low s ste m wri tten enti re ; ,
’
The Vehm geri cht s avengers wor k twas
-
’ ’

0 Sun thou accus i ng fire !

,

The S un wa s accuser , twas he who condem n d

—
’ ’

T h e murde r er foul in hi s ir e , .

Otti li a had cri ed as she gave u p the ghost

,
”
0 Sun thou accus i ng fir e 1
,

When the song I recall the r emembrance too ,

Of my de ar old nur se neve r ceases

I see once mor e h er swart hy face ,

Wi th all i ts wri nkles and creases .

In the d i stri ct of M unster she was born ,

And knew in alltheir glory

, ,

Man y po pular so ngs and wondr ous tales ,

And many a wi ld ghost story -

.

How my heart used to beat when the old nurse told

T h e ki ng s daughte r in days now olden
’

, ,

Sat a ll alone on the desert heath ,

’
Whi le gl i s te n d h er tresses so golden .

H e r bus i ness was to tend the g e ese

As a goosegir l and when at ni ghtfa ll
,

She drove the geese home agai n through the ga te ,

H er tears would i n pi teous pli ght fal l .

Fo r na ild up on h i gh above the gate

’

, ,
’ '
She saw a hor se s head o e r h er ;
The head i t was of the dear old horse
Who to for ei gn countri es bo r e h er .

’
The ki ng s poor daughter de eply si gh d
’

O Fal a da ! hangest thou yonder

’
The horse s head fr om above r epli ed
’
Alas th at from home thou di d st wander !
,
 Ra ma s’
P er ms .

In the four th of the halls the Empe ror li ves ,

For ma ny a centu ry dos i ng

On a seat made of stone near a table of stone ,
H i s head on h is arm r epos ing .

Hi s be ar d wh i c h has grown r i ght down to the ground

,

Is r ed as a h er y oc ean
A t times hi s eye to b l i nk may be seen ,

And hi s eyebr ows a re ever in moti on .

But whether he sleeps or whethe r h e thinks '

For the p r esent we ca nn o t disco ve r

Yet when the pr oper hour has come ,
He ll shake himself a l
’
l over .

Hi s t r usty banne r he then wil l sei ze ,

”
A nd To hor se ! Qui ck to hor se 1 shout proudly
Hi s caval r y str a i ght wi ll awake and sp r i ng

Fr om the earth all r attli ng loudly

, .

Ea ch man wi ll fort h wi th leap on hi s ho r se ,

E a ch stampi ng hi s hoofs and nei ghi ng

They llr i de abr oad i n the clatteri ng wo r ld
’

Whi le their tr umpets are merr i ly playi ng .

R i ght wellthey ri de and r i ght wel ,

l they fight ,

N 0 longer they slumber sup i nely ;

In terri ble judgment the Emper or si ts ,

To puni sh the mur d r e rs condi gnly ’

The murder er s foul who mur de r d erst

’

H e r who s e beauty such awe di d i nsp i re ,

The golden b ai r d mai den Germani a h i ght

-
’

, ,

0 Sun thou a ccus i ng fir e !

,

Full many who d e e md themselves safely hi d’

And sa t in thei r castles cheer ful ,

’
Shall then not es cape Bar bar ossa s fier ce wrath ,
And the cor d of vengeance fearful .

’
My old nurse s tales how sweetly they ri ng
, ,

How dear a r e the th oughts they i nsp ir e 1

My heart super st i ti ously shouts wi th joy
”
0 Sun thou accusi ng fir e 1
,

FI NE and pri ckly rai n now descen ds ,

needle tops cold and wetting

-
,

The horses mour nfu lly waggle their tai ls ,

An d wade thr ough the mud wi th sweating .

 GERMA NY . 353

Upon hi s born the posti li on blows

The old t une loved so dear ly :
Three horsemen are ri di ng out at the gate
Its memory crosses me clea r ly .

I sl eepy gre w and at length went to sleep

, ,

A n d as for my dr eam t hi s i s i t
,

To the Emper or Barbarossa I

In the wondrous mount pai d a vi si t .

Ou hi s s tony seat by the table of stone

L i ke an image no longer I saw h im
N or had he that very respectable look
Wi th whi ch for the most part they draw him .

He waddled about wi th me r ound the h all s

D i scours ing wi th much affecti on ,

L ike an ant iquari an po i nti ng out

The gems of his p r ec i ous collecti on .

In the ha ll of ar mour he sho w d wi th a club

’

How the str ength of a blow to dete r m ine ,

’
And rubb d o ff the dust from a few of the swords
Wi th hi s o wn imper i al ermi ne .

He took in hi s h an d a peacock s fan

’

,
’
And clea n d full many a dusty
Old p i ece of armour and many a helm
, ,

A n d many a mori on rusty .

The standard be car eful ly dusted too ,

And sai d ,
My gre atest pr i de i s ,

That not e en one moth hath eate n the s ilk

’
,
”
And not e en one i nsect i nsi de i s
’
.

And when we came to the second hall ,

Wher e asleep on the ground wer e lyi ng

Man y thousand arm d warri ors the old man sa id
’

, ,

Their fo r ms wi th contentment eyeing

We must take care while here not to waken the men
, , ,

An d make no noi se in the gallery ;

A hun dred y ears h ave agai n passed away ,

And to day I must pay them thei r salar y

- .

’
And see ! the Emperor softly a ppr oach d ,

Wh ile he held i n hi s hand a ducat ,

And qui etly i nto the pocket of each

Of the sle ep ing sol di ery stuck i t .
354 da mn s ’
POEMS .

And then he r e mar k d wi th a simperi ng face ,

’

When I obser v d hi mw i th wonder

’

I gi ve them a ducat api e c e as their pay ,

”
A t peri ods a c entur y asunder .

In the hall wherein the horses wer e ranged ,

And drawn out in rows long and si lent ,

Together the Emper or r ubb d hi s hands ’

Whi le his pleasur e se emd gettin g qui te V I len t ’

.

H e counted the horses one by one , ,

An d poked their r i bs approvi ng

H e counted and counted and all th e while ,

H i s li ps were ea ger ly moving .

The p r ope r number i s not complete ,

Thus an gri ly h e di scourses :

’
Of soldi er s and weapons I ve qui te enough ,

But sti ll a mdefici e nt in hor ses .

Horse jockeys I ve sent to ever y place

-
’

In all the world to supply me ,

Wi th the ver y best horses that they can find

’
An d now I ve a good number by me .

I only wai t ti ll the number s c omplete ’

Then making a r egular cl ea r ance

, ,
’
Il lfree my country my Ge rman folk , ,

Who trustingly wai t my appearance .

Thus spake the Emper or , wh ile I cri ed :

Old fellow ! sei ze ti me as i t p a sses ;
Set to work and hast thou not hor se s enough
, ,
”
T hen fil lup their places wi th asses .

Then Barbar o ssa smi ling replied :

For the batt le ther e need be no hurry
R ome certai nly never was bui lt i n one day ,

Nothi ng s gai n e d by bustle and flurry

’
.

Wh o comes not to day to morrow willcome,

’
-
,
-

Th e oak s slow g rowth mi ght shame a s ;

Chi e a p ia no e a sa ne wi sely says
”
The R oman prover b famous .

C A P UT X V I .

HE carri age s jolti ng woke me up

’

From my dr eam yet vai nly sought I ,

To k eep awake so I slumbe r d agai n ,

,
’

And of B a rbar ossa thought I .

356 Ha ms ’
roa ms .

The Emper or suddenly came to a stand ,

An d stared as i f doubti ng my meani ng

, ,

And sai d For the sake of hea en expla i n v

What i s meant by that wor d gui llotn

”
Why gui lloti ni ng I bri e fly replied
, , ,

Is a meth od newly const r ucted ,

B y means of whi ch people of every ran k

F r om lif e to death are conducted .

For th i s purpose a new ma chi ne i s employ d

,
” ’

I cont i nued whi le closely he li sten d ;

,
’

Invented by Mons i eur Gui lloti n

And gui llotine after hi mchr i sten d
,
’ ’
.

’
You firs t are fasten d to a boar d
Tis l owe r d ; then qu i ckly they shove you
’ ’

Between two posts ; meanwh ile ther e hangs

A ti i an gular axe j ust above you .

They pull a stri ng and downwar d shoots,

The axe qui te li vely and merr y ;

,

An d so your head falls i nto a bag ,

An d noth i ng remai ns but to bury .

The Emper or her e i nterrupted my spee ch

B e silent ! May heaven confuse i t ,

That foul ma ch i ne ! and God for bi d

That I should ever use i t 1
Th e K i ng and Queen 1 What To a board
Both fasten d 1 What a posi ti on !
’

Ti s contr ary to a l l respe c t ,

And eti quette i n addi ti on 1

And who art thou that da r e s t to speak
,

So coolly and so much man ,

’
J ust wai t a whi le and I l l soon cli p
Thy wings or I ma Dutc hman !
,
’

My i nmost bi le i s deeply s ti rr d ’

A t wor ds so out of season ;

Thy very br eath i s full of c ri me
”
And gui lty of hi gh tr eason 1
’
When i n h is zeal the old man r a i ld ,

And t r eated me thus cavali er ly ,

S ur passi ng allbounds I shar ply r epli ed —

And told hi mmy min d qui te clearly

, ,

.
 ou mm 3 57

’
Barbarossa ! I cri ed th ou rt just as absurd ,
’
As an old woman s sil ly fable
Go li e down and sleep ! wi thout th y ai d
,

To free ourselves we are able .

The r epubli cans allwould sc o fi and jeer

'

An d shake thei r si des wi th laughte r

To see s uch a spectre wi th sceptre and crown ,

A c t as leade r whi le we went after

, .

Thy stan dard too no mor e I respect

, ,

My love for the black red golden - -

Has b een q ue nch d by the fools of the B urs chens chafl

’

Wi th the ir rage for the se calld olden -

’
.

‘
In Old K yflha use r t were bette r that thou ’

Shouldst pas s thy days mor osely ;

’
In truth we ve no need of an Emperor now
, ,

When I vi ew the mat te r closely

C AP U T XVII .

WRANGL ED dream wi th the Emperor thus

in ,

In dr eam I say i t advi sedly

,
—

In waking hours we never dar e talk

To pri n ces so undi sgui sedly .

The Germans only venture to spe ak

When asleep m a dream i deal , ,

The thoughts t hat they bea r i n their fai thful hearts

8 0 German and yet so r eal .

Wh en I awoke I was passin g a wood

, ,

And the l gb t of the trees i n such numbers ,

And their naked wooden r eal i ty

Soon scared away my slumbers .

The oaks wi th solemni ty shook the ir heads ;

The twi gs of the birch tr ees i n to ken -

a imd :
,
’
Of warni ng nodded — and I e xcl
, ,
’
Dear monarch for gi ve what I ve spoken !
,

Forgi ve Barbarossa my headstrong spe ec h

, , ,

I know that thou art far wi ser

Th an I for i mpati ent by nature I e m
,

Yet hasten thy comi ng my Kais er ! ,

358 mama s ’

roa m
s .

If gui llotini ng contents thee not ,

R eta i n the old plan for the p r esent

Th e swo r d for th e nobleman keeping the rope ,

Fo r the towns man and vulgar peasant .

But frequently change the or der and let ,

Th e nobles be h a ng d behead i ng
’

The townsmen and peasants for God car es ali ke ,

For allwho life s pathways a r e tr eading

’
.

Re stor eagai n the Cr im i n al C ourt

That Charles the F if th i nvented ;
Wi th or ders cor por ati ons and guild
, ,

Let the people agai n be contented .

To the sacr ed old R oman Emp ire agai n

li ts i ntegri ty yoke us
In al
Its musty fri ppery give us once mor e ,

And a lli ts hocus pocus -

.

Th e mi ddle ages i f you lik e

, ,

The genui ne mi ddle ages

’
I ll gla dly endure but free us I pray
—
, , ,

Fr om the nonsense that now a llthe rage i s,

F r om al
lthat mongrel chi v alry
That such a nauseous di sh i s
Of Gothi c fan ci es and modern dece i t ,

And nei ther flesh nor fish is .

The troop s of Com edi ans dr i ve away ,

And c los e the theatres si ckly ,

Wher ei n they par ody for mer t imes ,

”
0 Emper or come thou qui ckly 1
,

C A P UT XVIII .

’
HE town of Mi nden s a fortress strong ,

With arms and stor es well pr ovi ded ;

But Pr ussi an fortresses tr uth to say , ,

I never have ab i ded .

We got ther e just as evening fell

The planks of the drawbri dge sadly

m
’
Be neath us gr oan d as over we r olld
,
’
,

An d the dark moat gaped on us adly .

36 0 Ha r ms ’
POEMS .

Alas ! the spectr es carried me off

me
,

And at le n gt h wi th amazement I found

'

Besi de a pr e ci p i tous wall of r o cks ,

And ther e they fir mly had bound me .

Detestable tassel so d i rt y and fo ul !

,

Agai n i t a p p ear d befor e me

’

But now i n the shape of a vulture wi th claws

And black wi ngs hoveri ng o er me ’
.

And now li ke the well known eagle i t see mcl

-
’

’
And gra sp d me and b reathi ng p r evented
,

It ate the l i ver out of my br east ,

Whi le sadly I gr oan d and lamented ’

.

’
Long t ime I lamented when crow d the cock
, ,

And the fever i sh vi si on faded

Per spi rin g i n bed at M inden I lay ,

To a tassel the bird was degraded .

’
I tra ve l
ld wi th post hor ses on
-
,

A n d fr e e b r eath p r e sently drew I

On the domain of B ii ck e bur g ,

As by my feelings knew I .

CA PUT XIX .

D AN T ON gr eat was thy m

,
i stake ,

And thy err or was pai d for dearly 1

One can carr y away one s fatherland ’

’
On the soles of one s feet p r etty nearly , .

Of the pr i n cely do mai n of Bii cke bur g

One h alf to my boots cl ung i n patches
In all my l if e I never have seen
A place that in filth i ts match i s .

’
Atthe town of Buckebur g shor tly I stopp d ,

To see the ancest ra l castle

Whence my gr andfather came my grandmother though
Of Hambur g was part and par c el .

I got to Hanover just at noon ,

’
And the r e had my boots cle a n d nea tly ,

And afte r war ds went to vi si t the town ;

When I trav el I do i t completely
,
.
 GER M A N Y . 36 1

By heavens how sp ruce the place a ppea r d 1 ’

,

N o mud i n i ts streets was ly in g

Many h a ndsome bui ldi n gs ther e I saw ,
“
In massi ve sp lendour vyin g )
I was mostly ch armd by a very large square ,
’

Surr ounded by houses superi or ;

There l ives the ki ng and h is palace there stands .

Of a r eally han ds ome exte r i or ,

The palac e I mean ) On each si de of the door

( .

A sentr y box had i ts stati on ;

-

R edcoats wi th muskets the r e kept guard ,

Of thr ea t ning and wi ld reputati on

’
.

My c i cerone sai d Her e li ves

Ki ng E rnest Augustu s a tor y ,

Of the olden s chool and a nobleman , ,

Very sharp though h is hai rs a r e hoary

, .

In safety i dylli c her e he dwells ,

’
For he s far more se curely protected
By the scanty courage of our dear fr i ends
Than hi s satellites ever effected .

I see hi msometi mes and then he complain s ,

How very te di ous hi s post i s ,

The regal post of wh i ch he here

,

In Hanover now the boast i s .

A ccustomd to a Bri ti sh l i fe
’

An d pla gued by spleen to cure i t ,

H e finds i t not easy and greatly fears ,

That he cannot much longer endure i t .

T other day I found h i mat early mor n

’

By the fir e si de mournfully bending

For h is dog who was s i ck w i th hi s own r oyal
, ,
”
A comforti ng draught he was blendi ng .

XX CA PUT .

N an hour from Harburg to Hamburg I went ;

Th e sh a des of eveni ng we r e thi ck ni ng
’

The star s i n the heavens their greetings sent ,

And the a ir was soft and q ui ck n in g ’

.

T he res t o f th i s cha pte r was erased by th e ce nsu s fro m

e n gi ned edi t ou
'

.
36 2 mama s ’
PO EMS .

And wh en I rea ch d my mother at last

’

She was wellni gh fr i gh te n d wi th gladness’

She c ri ed M y dar li ng c h i ld 1 and clas p d ” ’

H e r hands together wi th ma dness .

My darlin g chi ld full thi rteen years

,
’
Have p a s s d si n c e our last meeti ng
You sur ely ar e hungr y ; tell me n o w
’
What you ll take i n the way of eat ing ?
’
I ve her e some fis h and goose fle sh too
,
-
,

And han dsome o r anges also 1 ’

Then g i ve me some fish and goose fle sh too,

-
,
”
And handsome or anges also 1
And whi lst I ate wi th an appet i te good ,

My mother was l i vely and merry

’
She a sk d me thi s and she as k d me that
,
’

And her questi ons wer e awkward very ,

.

My darl ing child in you r for ei gn home

,

Do you get all the thi ngs you requi re

Is your wife pr etty ski lful at keep i ng house
Ar e your shi rts and stockin gs d arn d by h e r
’

Th e fish is good my mother dear

, ,

But in si lence one ou ght to eat i t

’
T i s easy to get a bone i n one s throat ,

Pr ay leave me in peace to complete i t .

And when I had fini sh d the excellent fish ’

,

Th e goose next made i t s appearance

My mother agai n a sk d f o r thi s and for that
’

Wi th the same i llt im ed perseverance

-
.

My dar l in g child whi ch land do you th ink

,

Is the best for people to dwell in ,

’
Th i s pl a ce or Fran ce wh i ch nat i on s the best ?
,

What thi ng does ea ch excel in

A Ge r man goose my mother dear
, ,

Is good as one of the courses ;

But the F r en ch st uff geese fa r better than we ,
”
And they also have bett er sauces .

A nd when the goose h a d ta ken i ts leave ,

’
The oranges pr e sently follow d ,
And tasted so unexpectedly ni ce ,

That wi th pleasure they qui ckly wer e s wallow d ’

.
364 mam s a
’
PO EMS .

It burnt in every cor ner at once ,

All was smoke and fla me s fie rce ly fla s hi ng ;

’
The chur ches towers all blazed on h i gh ,

And tumbled i n wi th loud cr ashi ng .

The old exchange was also burnt ,

Wher e o ur fathers in every weather

Wer e w e nt to a sse mble for centuri es past ,

And honestly traded together .

The bank the si lver y soul of the town

,

And the b ooks whi ch have always served us

To note the assets of ever y man ,

Thank heaven ! have been p r eser ved u s .

Th a nk heaven ! In ever y land they made

On ou r behalf large c ollecti ons ;
A c api tal job we got no l e ss
,
-

Than ei ght mi lli ons i n all di rect i ons .

The money from ever y countr y fiow d ’

In our bands wh ich wer e fa r from unwi ll in g

, ,

And plenty of food they also sent ,

And we gladly accepted each sh i lling .

They sent us clothes and bedding enough ,

And br e ad and meat and soups too ;

, ,

The Ki ng of Pruss i a to show hi s r egar d

, ,

Would fai n have sent a s tr oops too .

Our losses in property thus wer e r eplaced ,

A matter of mer e valuati on ;

But then the fri ght o ur terri ble fri ght
,
—
,
”
A dmi ts of no compens ati on 1
I cheeri ngly sa i d : My worthy fr i ends ,

You should not lament and bawl so l

A fa r better ci ty than your s was T r oy ,

And yet i t was burnt down also .

R ebui ld your hous es as fast as you

And dr y up ever y pu ddle ;
Get bette r engi nes a nd bette r laws ,

That a r e not qui te su ch a muddle .

Don t put i n your n i ce mock t urtle soup

’
-

So very muc h Caye nne peppe r ;

Your carp ar e not wholesome wi th so much sauce
01 when eaten wi th sc a les l
‘
i ke a leper, .
 GER MANY . 36 5

Your turkeys willnot do much harm ,

’
But be on your guard gain st d isast er
From the kna vi sh b ird that lays i ts eggs
In the wig of the burgomaste r .

Tis not for me to te l l you the name

Of thi s b i rd of bad r eputati on ;
When thi nkin g about hi m the food i n , my maw
’ ”
Is s tir r d wi th i ndi gnati on .

XXII CA P UT .

ORE chan ged th a n even the ci ty i tse l

f
A ppea r d the people wi thi n i t ;
’

L ike walk ing rui ns they totte r d about ’

As if r eady to tumble each mi nute .

The th in stillth inner than ever a ppear d ’

,

The fat a pp ea r d sti ll fatter

’

The chi ldren were old and the old were young
, ,

( In the i r second ch i l dhood the latter

) .

Full many that I had left as calves ,

As oxen we r e he r d ing together

An d many a gosl ing had no w becom
,

e
A goo se i n fullest fea ther .

The aged Gudel I found be -r ouged ,

’
A nd dr ess d wi th syren li ke br i ghtness ;
-

She had procured some dark black ha ir ,

And teeth of dazzli n g whi teness .

The best preserved of all was my fri end

The pape r d ealer good fellow ;
-
,

L ike J ohn the Bapt i st round hi s head

,

Was floa ti ng hi s hai r so yellow .

I on
ly saw D a long way off,
H e sli pp d away so fie e tl
’

y;
I hear that h i s soul w as burnt but i ns ured ,

Fo r a large amount di screetly .

I also saw my old Censor agai n

In the fog and lowly stoop ing
I met h imi n the goose market by chan ce
,

And he se emd completely droopi ng

’
.
36 6 mama s ’
POE MS .

We shook each other s han ds and some tea rs

’
,

In hi s eye a pp ea r d collect ing ;

’

H e was so pleased to see me once more !

The scene was truly affecting .

I found not all for many a one

,

Had qui tted thi s s cene for ever ;

My Gump e lin o 1“
mongst other s alas !
,
’
,

Was gone to appea r agai n never

, .

’
That noble one h ad s urr e nde r d hi s soul
To H i mby whom i t was g iven ,

And now had a glor i fie d seraph become

In the bli ssful realms of heaven .

In vai n for the cr ooked Adoni s I sought,

(Though I look d i n ever y di recti on )
’

Wh o used to sell pots and pans in the street ,

A ver y cheap colle c t i on .

And Sar ras the tru sty dog was dead

, , ,

A loss of a ser i ous natur e

Fri end Ca mpe Twould sooner have lost a whole host
Of wri ter s than thi s good c r eature .

The populati on of Hambur g town

Has fro m ti me immemor i al consisted
Of J ews and Chr i sti ans ; ti s also the case
’

T hat the latter are rather close—fis te d .

The Ch r i stians a l
lbehave p r etty well ,

And pass thei r ti me in c love r ,

And pr omptly pay their bi lls of exchange ,

E r e the days of grace a r e over .

The J ews are however di vi ded agai n

Into two ver y di ffer ent part i es ;
The old one goes to the synagogue ,
’
In the temple the new one s heart is .

The new par ty eat the fles h of swi ne ,

Their manner s are somewhat dogmati c

They democrats ar e but the older school
,

Is much mor e ari stocr ati c .

A n i ckna me o f a rela ti on 01 H ei ne s
’

1 A lea d i ng publish er at H am employed

.

'
burg by H eine to
many
,

publ
is h of h is works.
 mama s ’
POEMS .

I thank the m i ghty Lor d of all

Who th i s jui ce of the grape cr eat ed ,

And Campe to me as a publ i sher gave ,

Whose mer i ts can t be overr ated

’
.

I thank the mi ghty Lor d of all

Who by H is own mer e mot i on
Cr eated on ear th the R heni sh wi ne ,

And the oysters i n the ocean .

Wh o also ma de the le mons t o grow ,

’
T h e oyster s fla vo ur to sweeten ,

0 may I peacefu lly to ni ght -

”
D i gest what I have eaten 1
The R heni sh wi ne makes my feelings so ft ,

Allquarr elsome thoughts c ongealing

Wi thi n my br east and ki ndli ng i nstead
,

A phi lanthr op i c feeli ng .

It n o w comp e lld me to leave the r oom

’

A n d th r o u gh the str eets to wande r ;

My soul sought a soul and the si ght of each dress
,

Of a woman made i t st il l fonder .

In moments li ke thi s wi th gri ef I could melt

, ,

Whi le my year ni ng makes me tr emble

The cats appear to me all too grey ,

And Helens the women r esemble .

And when I came to the D r ehbahn S treet ,

I saw i n the moonbeams glanc ing

The noble for m of a woman fa ir ,

Wi th stately grace advancing .

H e r face was pe r fe c tly healthy and r ound ,

H er c heek like a damask r ose was ,

L ike a tur quoi se h er eye li ke a cher r y her mouth

, ,

Wh i le somewh at r ed di sh h er nose was .

’
H e r he a d was c ove r d wi th a cap
Of snowy st i ff l i nen not r agged
, ,

But folded li ke a mur al cr own ,

Wi th turr ets and battlements jagged .

She we r e as h er dr ess a tun i c whi te

Wh i ch down to h e r calves descended ;
And 0 what calves 1 The pedestals they
Of two Dori c columns splendi d .
 GER MANY 369

A very worldly nai vete

'

Could be read i n h er every feature ,

But h er supe r human h inder p a rts

’
Be tra y d a superi or cr eature .

She now a pproa ch d me and strai ghtway sai d

’

,
’
T o th e Elbe here s a welcome hearty !
’
E en after an absence of thi rteen years ,
’
I see that th ou rt sti ll the same party !
Perchance thou seekest the souls so fai r
Wh o so often used to meet thee ,

And a l ln i ght long in thi s beauti fulplace

Wi th thei r reveri es loved to greet thee .

By that hundred headed hydra L i fe -

, ,
’
That monster fie r ce they were swallow d ,
’
Thou lt fin d those olden ti mes no mo r e ,

lo w d
’
N or those fri ends once lovi ngly fol .

No longer thou lt h nd thos e beauteous flowers

’
,

Wh i ch enchanted thy youthful bosom ;

Twas here they blo omd they re wi th e r d now ’
,
-
’ ’

And the tempest has sca tte r d each blos so m ’

.

’ ’
Y e s wi th e r d and str i pp d and trampled down
, , ,
’
By desti ny s footsteps appalli ng
M y fri end th i s i s ever the fate upon earth
,
”
Of all that i s sweet and enthral li ng 1
Wh o art thou I cri ed l
ik e a dream of old t i mes
T hy appearance doth stra ngely be se t me
Wher e i s thy dwell i ng enormous one ,
’ ’
I ll follow thee the r e if thou lt let me , .

The woman then smi led and thus she repli ed ,

Thou art wrong I ma decent and qu i et ,

’

And h i ghly moral personage too ,

By no means given to ri ot .

I mnone of your for e i gn lorett es my fr iend

’

, ,

And none of your common ladi es ;

I mHamburg s goddess Hammoni a by name
’ ’

, ,
’
And to wat ch o e r i ts welfare my trade i s !
Thou art startled perchance to hear th i s ne ws ,

Thou once undaunted s inger ?

Art thou prepar ed to follow me sti l l?

Then qu i ck and no more le t us linge r

,
37 0.
E mma s ’
roa m
s .

’
Put I in reply la ugh d loudly and cri ed
I ll follow thee i nstanter 1
’

If thou lt go i n front I ll go behi n d

’
,
’

,
”
Yes even to hell i n a ce nter 1
,

C AP U T XXIV .

OW I managed to mount the narrow stairs

Pe r haps the sp i ri ts c a rri ed me up

Wi th some i nvi si ble moti on .

But here i n H a mmoni a s l i ttle roo m,

,
’

’ ’
The hour s pa s s d swi ftly o er me
’
The goddess confe ss d the sympathy
That she had ever felt for me .

”
Look her e sa i d she i n former days
—

Th e m
,

i nst r el who sang the Messi ah

Was dearest to me of all the throng ,

Wi th hi s p i ou sly soundin g lyre -

.

To thi s day the bust of my Klopstock st ands

On that chest of drawer s but though on i t , ,

F or many a year i t has only serv e d

As a block for holdi ng my bonnet .

’
now and thy likeness hangs
T h ou r t my favouri te ,

A t the hea d of my bed in due order ;

And see a fresh laurel now su rrounds
,
’ ’
The ch e r ish d portrai t s border .

Yet thy attacks on my sons I confess , ,

R epeated by thee so often ,

Have somet imes caused me the greatest pai n ;

Thy language thou mus t soften .

I t r ust that ti me has cur ed th ee now

Of r udeness so cold h e arted -
,

And somewhat greate r toler ance

For even the fools impart ed .

But say how t hou camest to travel north

A t su c h an unclement season
The weather already i s w inter ly qui te ,

I fai n would know the r eason .

3 72 mama s ’
pe r ms .

’
I love not to t a lk of i t ; ti s nought else
’
But a whi m of the i mag inati on
Shamefaced by nature I h i de my woun ds ,

Fr om publi c obse r vati on .

0 how I detest the trumpery set

’
Who to sti r men s pass i on heated
, ,

Oi patri otism make a show

Wi th all i ts ulcers fet i d .

’
T hey re shameless and shabby beggar s al l ,

Who l i ve upon people s chari ty ; ’

For Menzel and all hi s Swabi ans h e re s

* ’

,
’
A penn orth of populari ty 1
My goddes s ! thou hast found me to d a y —

Of a tende r di sposi t i on !
I mr ather il
’
l but a l i ttle care
,

Will soon r ecrui t my condi ti on .

Yes I a mi ll and thou canst refr esh

, ,

My spi ri ts i n a mi nute
B y means of a cup of excellent tea ,

Wi th a li ttle r ummix d in i t ’
.

C A P U T X XV .

OM E tea the goddess qui ckly made

And then the r ump o ur d she in ;
,
'

’
But she herself pr e ferr d the rum
W i thout a drop of tea i n .

Aga inst my shoulder she le a n d her head ’

And r ather tumbl e d h e r bonnet

Or mur al c r own and gently she spake
, ,

While I r e flected upon i t

I often have thought wi th much alarm
That in Par i s that wi cked ci ty
, ,
’
Wi th the fr i volous Fr ench th ou r t li ving st ill ,

T i s really a ve r y g r eat p i ty
’
.

Wi thout a n object th ou r t passing th y t ime ’

A n d hast not even bes i de thee

Some fa i th ful Ger man p u bli she r who
As a Mentor m i ght warn and gu ide thee .

A iti c poe t nd histo i n bo rn

n o te d cr , ,
a r a . i n 17 9 8 .

i
lte ra ry qua rrel
s w it h bo t h H i n e a nd B o ne
e r .
 '

GER M ANY . 37 3

A n d then the temptati ons ther e are so great ,

So many a sylph amus es ,

Whose he alth i s bad and one s peace of mind

,
’

One far to o eas ily loses .

R eturn not agai n but stop wi th u s

, ,

Here modesty rei gns st ill and morals ; ,

’
And her e thou may st ga ther e en i n o ur mi dst ,
’

In s ilence many fair laurels .

’
In Germany stay and thou lt re li sh thin gs more
,

Than thou wert former ly able

’
We r e fast ad vancing and thou must have seen
,

Our progress so rapi d and stable .

The censorshi p even less ri gor ous i s

Fr i end H o fima nn i s mi lder and e lder ;
,
‘

Hi s youthful pass i on for cuttin g up

Thy R eis ebil de r i s colder
'

T hou too art older and m ilde r now ,

And many thi n gs qui etly takest ,

And i n a bette r sp iri t than on c e

Pa st times thou now awak est
,

That matters i n Germany used to go ill

Is a great exaggerat ion ;
One could always escape l ike the R omans of old
, ,

F r om serfdom by self immolat i on

,
-
.

'

The people e njo y d ful lfr eedom of thought ,

F or the masses i t never was sti nte d

Re stri ct i ons a ffected nobody save ,

The li mi ted number who pri nted .

No l
’
awles s despoti sm then r e i gn d ,

The worst of demagogues never

Were depri ved of their r i ghts of ci t iz e hi p ns

T i ll co nde mn d for some wi cked endeavour

,
’
.

Thi ngs never in Germany went so ill ,

Whatever disputes may have r i sen ;

’
Beli eve me no mortal was e er starved to death
,

Insi de a German pri son .

In those long va n i sh d days there bloomd

’ ’

Full many a fai r app ari ti on

Of s i mple fai th and kin dli ness too ,

No w all i s doubt and se di ti on .

37 4 na me s ’
POEMS .

The practi c alfre edom that s all outsi de ’

Wi ll s oon destroy the Ideal

That we bore i n our bosoms as fai r as a drea m ,
—

Of lili es and not more real !

,
’
Our beauti ful poetry s fad ing fast,
’
Al ready ti s somewhat faded
The M oor i sh K ing of Fr eil i grath ,

L ike the rest of the kings i s degraded , .

O couldst thou be si lent I soon would unseal

,

The book of fate free from all error

, ,

And suffer thee future ages to

Wi th in my magi c m irr or .

’
That whi ch to mortal man I ne er show d ’

T o thee would I gladly d is cover :

The fut ure of thy father land ,

Thou wouldst tell i t though all the wor l d over !

, ,

”
Goo d heavens dear goddess 1 I cri ed wi th deli ght ,
,

It would gi ve me most exqui si te pl easure ;

0 let me t h e future of Germany see ,

I know how a secret to treasur e .

I mready to swear whatever oath

’

Thou soonest would have me swallow ,

As a pledge to th e e of my sec recy ;

S o say what for m I s hall follow .

But she r ejoi n d’

Thou must swear to me
’
As by Father Abraham s order
H i s ser vant Eli ezer swor e ,

When starti ng to c r oss the bor der .

L i ft u p my dress and pl a ce thy hand

U pon my thi gh below i t ,
’
And swear that i n speaki ng the secret thou lt k eep , ,
”
And in th y wor ks as a poet 1
’
Th e moment was solemn I felt as though fa nn d
.

’
B y the b r eath of ages long p eri sh d ,

Wh en I swor e the oath in the manner orda in d ’

’
B y Abr aham our forefather ch e ris h d
,
.

’
I li fted up the goddess s dres s ,

An d pla c ed on her thi gh below i t

M y hand vowi ng sec recy both in my words
,

An d i n my wo r ks as a poe t .
37 6 POEMS
’

HE INE s .

I ll not betray fo r silence I vow d

’

,
’
,

The th in gs that I saw and felt there ;

I scarcely dare to utter a wo r d ,

Good heavens of what I smelt there !

,

Wi th deep di sgust I thi nk to this day

Of th at sme ll whi ch blended together ,
,

In vi le and accurs ed uni on a stench ,

Of old cabbag e and R ussi a leather .

'

A nd heavens 1 the st ink that afterwards r ose

Was still mor e filth y and dir ty ;
’
Twa s as though they had swept together th e soil
From closets s ix and thi rty .

I know fullwell wh at was sai d by Sai nt J ust

In the famous Comm i ttee of Safety
Gr eat i llne sses c a nnot be cured by musk
And ro se—o il he to ld them wi th nai vet e
, .

And yet thi s Germ a n futuri ty s smell ’

Was i nfin i te ly s tr onger

’
Than aught that my nose could e er have con ce i ve d .

In fac t I could bear i t no longer .

M y s enses I lost a nd on open i g my ey e s

,
' n
Once mor e I i o un d myself si tti ng
,

Beside th e goddess and leani ng my head

,

On her b r east in a m an ner be fitti n g

,
.

H e r look i t gl
’
i s te n d h e r mouth i t glow d
’

, ,

Her nost ri ls twi tch ed w i th bacchanti c ,

Ex ci tement she cla sp d the poet and sang ’

Wi th ecstasy fearfuland franti c :

Stay wi th me in Hambur g I love thee full well, ,

And we ll eat and dr i nk wi th gladn ess

’

The oyste rs and w ine of present times ,

’
Forgetting the futur e s sadness .

Put on the c over for fear lest the s tench

,

Should al
'
lo ur ple a sur e cloud over ;
’
I love thee no German po et had e er
A more affect i onate lover 1
I ki ss thee a nd I feel my s elf now
,

B y thy gen i us qui te i nsp ir ed ;

My spi ri t b y a wondrous kind
Oi paroxysm i s fir ed .
 GERM A N Y . 37 7

I feel as though I he ar d i n the stree t

Th e wat chmen si ng ing i n c ho r us ;
T i s we dd i ng musi c and b r i dal songs ,

Sweet fri end that are ri sing o e r us

, .

The atten dants on hor sebac k al so appr oa ch ,

Wi th the ir tor ches fla ri ng bri ghtly

The t or chldan ce they dan c e in dignifie d w i se ,

And hop and sprin g about lightly .

The noble and worshi pful Senate i s there ,

And the elders accor di ng to stati on ;

The burgomaster clears h is throat ,

Prepari ng a lengthy orat i on .

In glitteri ng un i for ms also appear

Th e whole of the corp s d iplomat i c ,

In the na me of the nei ghbouri ng states to p r esent

Congratulati ons emphati c .

A cleri cal deputati on too comes , , ,

By rabbi s and pasto rs gui ded

But alas ! here H o fimann also draws near
'

, ,

Wi th hi s sc i ssors as censor pr o vi ded

, , .

Th e sc i ssor s rattle i n hi s hand ,

And e age r ly he races

To se ize th y body h e cuts th y fle sh
,
—

Methi nks i t by far the best place is .

CA P UT XXVII .

summer s plea s ant days have come

’

Ill te l
’
l you all the hi story
Of the othe r wonders that ca me to pass
In that long ni ght of myste ry .

The olden hypocri ti cal race ,

Thank h e aven i s rapi dly dyi ng ;

,

T o the grave i t i s sinki ng and owes ,

i ts dea th
To i ts cease less habi t of lying .

Another race i s ri s in g up fast ,

By rouge a nd by si n u nta mi sh d
’

Of geni al humour and thoughts to ,

— it
Illte l
’
l my s tory unva rnish d ’
.
 ’
37 8 H a nna s POEM S .

The youth Whi ch the poet s goodness and pr i de ’

Appr eci ate s puts forth i ts blosso m

, ,

And warms i tself at hi s radi ant soul ,

And agai nst h i s feeli ng bosom .

My heart i s lovi ng as the li ght ,

And pure and ch as te as the fir e ;

T h e noblest Graces themselves ha ve tu ned
The chords of my sweet lyre .

T i s the selfsame lyre that i n hi s songs

’ ‘

My worthy father use s ,

The poe t Ari stophanes ,

The favouri te of the Muses .

In the previ ous chapte r I tri ed my hand

A t copyi ng the c onclusi on
”
Of the pl ay of the B ir ds W hi ch certa inly is ,
’
My father s fine st e fius ion
’
.

The Frogs i s also capi tal Th i s .

Is now in a German trans lati on

,

P e rformd I a mtold on the stage at Berl

,
’

, ,
in
For hi s Majesty s edi fica ti on
’
.

The Ki ng lik es the p i ece Thi s shows hi s taste

.

For the old fa s hi o n d style of jokin g

’
-

The late Ki ng far mor e amusement found

In modern frogs loud croakin g
’
.

The K in g l ik es the p i ece But neverthele ss .

We r e the author sti ll li ving I ki ndly ,

Would coun sel hi mto trust h i mself

In Pru ss i a not too bl indly .

The genui ne Ari stophanes

Would find i t no s u bject for laughter ;
We should see hi mmove W her ever he went , ,

Wi th a chor us of gendarmes after .

0 K ing I r e al ly Wi sh thee well

When thi s p i ece of advi ce I mgi ving
,
.

’
Due rever ence pay to the poets who re dead ,

And tender be to the liv i ng .

'

A fir on t the l i vi ng poets not

Wi th weapons and fla me s they a re fur ni sh d
,
’

Mo r e terri ble far than the lightn ings of J ove ,

By the poets c r eate d and burni sh d

’
.
 R O M A N CE R O .

B OOK L — H IS TOR IES .

WH EN ve x d by s l a nder s treacherous Lwa th

’ ’

,
Le t th y fa i th soa r t h e h i gh e r ;
A nd when th y souli s sa d u n to dea th ,
Then s tr i k e thou th e l yre .

A fla ming a nd glo wing he ro i ca lsong

m
Th e chor ds brea th e d cree tly !
A 11 a n ger flie s, a nd th y s pir i t er e l
ong
Willblw d to d ea th sweetly .

R HA MP SENIT US .
‘

H EN the King R h a mpse ni tus

’
E nte r d i n the halls r esplenden t
Of hi s daughter sh e was laughing
, ,

As was also each attendant .

E en the blac kamoor s the eunuchs

’

, ,
’
Fol low d i n loud cho r us after ;

E en the mummi es e en the sphyn xe s

’

,
’

’
Be em d about to burst wi th laughter ,

Then the pr incess sai d : I fan c i ed

That I held the thi ef se cur ely ,

But i t was a dead arm only

That my hand had sei zed so surely .

I can see now h ow th e robber

To thy storehouse penetrated ,
’
And despi te a llbars and fas t n i ngs
A 11 thy treasure confis ca te d .

l parti cula rs
For the ful of this story see H erodotus ,

12 1
.
 R OM ANCER O . 381

He a magi c key possesses ,

Whi ch the door of house o r st abl e

Stra i ghtway Opens ; to resi st i t
Are the strongest doo r s unable .

Now I mreally not a str ong door ,

’

N or could I r es i st h i s pleasure ;
So thi s ni ght wh i le tr easu r e watchi ng
,
-
,

Have I lost my li ttle tr easure

R ound the chamber danced the pri ncess ,

Laughi ng at thi s noti on clever ,

And the mai dens and the eunuchs

’
L a ugh d agai n as loud as ever .

Ou that day all Memph i s l

’
a u h d too
’
g ,

E en the c r ocod iles so bloody

Laugh ingly the i r heads protruded
From the yellow Ni le stream muddy -
,
’
When they heard the drum s loud beati ng ,
’
And the follwi ng proclamat i on
Shouted by the publ i c cri er
Ou the ba nk to all the nati on
,

We Rh a mpseni tus by God s grace

, ,
’

K i ng of Egypt to our loyal

,

Well beloved fri ends and subjects

—

Her eby send our greeti ng royal .

In the n i ght be tween the th ird and

Fourth of J une the fo urt een hundred
,

Four and twent ieth year before Chr is t ,

Came a certain thi ef who pl un d e r d

’

Many jewels from the stor ehouse

Wher e we kept them and more lately ,

F urther thefts has per petrated ,

So that we have s u fib r d greatly

’
.

To di scover the offender ,

Made we our beloved daughter

Sleep be si de the treasure but h e
’
Robb d h e r too and napp ing caugh t her
, .

No w to check thi s wholesale plunder

, ,

And to show our deep a ffecti on

F or the th i ef o ur adm irati on
, ,

And our grateful recollecti on ,

 O EM S
’

382 H EINE s P .

We wi ll gi ve o ur only daughter
As hi s lawful wife Goclbless her —
1
And to pr incely r ank pr omote h im ,

Owni ng himas our successor .

Since our son i n law s abode i s

- -
’

U nknown to us j ust at p r esent

Thi s our rescr i pt shal li nf or m him
,

T hat we ve now made all thi ngs ple asant

’
.

Done the thi rd of J annary

Thi rteen hundred twenty si x -

Yea rs befor e Chri st her e our seal we,

Ki ng Rh amp se ni tus a fii x ”
,
.

And he kept h is word ; the thi ef he

As h is son i n law soon c ounted
- -
,

And when he was dead the robber ,

Ou the throne of Egypt mounted .

A ndhe ruled l i ke other monar chs ,

Trade and talent patroni z ing ,

And the fe wness of the r obb ri e s ’

In his rei gn was qui te surpri sing .

TH E WH ITE E LE PH ANT .

B EAT M ah a was a n t of S i am the K in g ,

,

Has h alf of In d i a under hi s wi ng

Twelve ki ngs wi th the Gr eat Mogul obey
, ,

H is rule a n d acknowledge hi s sove r e i gn sway

, .

Each yea r wi th ban ner trumpet and drum

, ,

To S i am the t ra ins w i th the tri bute come

Many thousand camels wi th backs pi led h i gh
,

Wi th the costli est treasures of eart h d r aw ni gh , .

When the camels he sees wi th the ir heavy p i les ,

The soul of the Ki ng i n se cr et sm i les

But i n publ i c in tr uth he always deplor es
That h is stor ehouses se r ve not to hold a llh i s stores .

Yet these storehouses all are so lofty and spac i ous ,

8 0 full of mag ni fice n ce so ca paci ou s

, ,
’
The reali ty s splendour sur passes i n glory
T h e A r ab i an N igh ts most wondrous story
’
.
 ’
3 84 H EI E N S POEM S .

For h i s p r obosci s the dai nt iest meat

On golde n d i shes they b r i ng h imto eat
F r om si lver buckets he dri nks hi s wi ne ,
’
Well s ea son d wi th spi ces sweet and fine .

Wi th perfumes they rub h i m and ott o of r os es ,

Ou hi s head a Chaplet of flo we r s r eposes ,

T h e r i chest shawls that a r e made i n the East

As ca r pets se r ve for the di gnifie d beast .

Th e happ i est life appears to be h i s ,

But no one on earth cont ented i s

T h e noble cr eatur e o n e cannot tell wh
—
, y ,

G i ves way to a deep despondency .

The melan choly monster whi te

Is wr etched all th i s pr ofusi on despi te ;
They fain would enl i ven and cheer h imagai n
,

But a l l the i r clever est efforts a re va i n .

In vai n w i th si ng ing and sp ri ngi ng there come

The bayade r es the kett le dr um
And comet i n vai n the musi ci ans play ,

But nothi ng can make the elephant gay .

As matter s cont inue to go on badly ,

Th e heart of M a h a wa sa nt beats sadly ;

H e sends for the w i sest astrologer known .

And bi ds himstand befor e hi s throne .

Star gazer I ll cut ofi at once your head

’ '

Thus speaks h e unless you ca n tell me i nstead

,

What i s i t tha t my poor elephant needs ,

And why hi s sp ir i t wi th so rr ow so bleeds .

The other one threw h i mself thri ce on the gr ound ,

And fina lly spoke wi th obe i san c e pr ofound

O mona rch I l ltell thee the ac tual fact
’

, ,

And then as thou wi ll st thou c anst afterward s a c t

’

Ther e lives i n the Nor th a woman fa i r ,

Of lofty statur e and beau ty r are

’
Th y elephant s cer tainly handsome S i r , ,
’
B u t st i ll not fit to be l ike n d to h e r .

Compar ed wi th h e r he on ,
ly appears
A li ttle wh i te mouse ; h e r for m she rears
L i ke g i antess B i mb a i n R am j
a a na ,
’
And like the E p hesi ans great D iana .
 ROM ANCER O . 385

H e r li mbs comb in ed i n a beaut i fulframe

are
T wo lofty p i laster s support the s ame ,

And proudly and g r acefully stand upri ght ,

Of ala baste r da zzli ng and whi te .

Th i s i s God Amor s temple gi ganti c

’

,
’
In other wor ds love s cathedral romanti c !
,

As lamp ther e bur ns wi thi n the fam e

A heart q ui te free from spot and stai n .

The poets are nonpluss d how to begi n ’

To des cri be the charms of h e r Snow wh ite ski n -

E en Gauti er unable to do i t alas ! i s

’
*
, ,

Its whi teness all descri pti on surpasses .

The hi ghest Himalaya s snow ’

Besi de h e r seems ash grey to grow ; -

The 1h that she by acci dent thumbs

Through envy or contrast yellow becomes .

The Coun tess B ianca is the name

Of thi s enormous snow whi te dame ; -

A t Pari s she dwells i n the land of Fra nce

, ,

And the elephant loves her by s ingular chance .

By strange and wondrous elect ive afii ni ty

She became through a dream h i s bosom s di vini ty ’

And i nto hi s heart th i s lofty Ideal

F irst cr ept by means of a vi si on unreal .

S ince then he s consumed by a yearni ng ste althy

’
,

And h e who was once so joyous and healthy

, ,

As a four footed Werther sadly stands

-
,

And dreams of a L otte in Northern lands .

O Sympathy s mysteri ous thri ll !

’
,

H e never saw her , but thinks of her s til l

Oft t ramps he round i n the moonli ght fair ,
An d s i ghs : 0 were I a b ird of the a ir !
’

m
H isbody alone is in S iam hi s mind ,

In F rance wi th B i anca thou lt certa fin d

’

And yet th is pa rt ing of body and soul

Must greatly injure h is health as a whole .

T he Fren ch author
386
’
HEINE s POEM S.

From the dainti est morsels revolts hi s belly ,

He car es for nothing but ve rmi celli ;

’
He s coughi ng a lready and fast grows thinner ;
H i s year n i ng wi ll killhim or I ma s inner
,
’

, .

If thou wouldst save him pre serve h imal i ve

, ,

H is r eturn to the an i mal wor ld contri ve ,

0 Ki ng then send the re nown d i nval

’
, id
Direc t to Pari s wi th utmost speed
, .

When he on the spot in the actual si ght

Of the beauti ful lady can take del i ght
Of h e r who the p r ototype was of hi s dr eam ,
’
He ll soon be cur e d of hi s sadness extrem e .

There wher e hi s m i str ess s glance s fall ’

,
’
H i s S p ir i t s torments wil l vani sh all
Her sm i le s wi ll the last of the sha dows e flaoe
'

Whi ch in h i s bosom had taken thei r place .

And then her voi ce l ike a magi cal ti me

, ,

Wil l cure hi s d i stracte d mi nd full s oon ;

’
The fla p s of hi s ears he ll joyfully rai se ,

And feel as he felt in youthful days .

All thi ngs are so very enchanting and pr etty

’
Ou the banks of the Se ine in Pari s fa ir c i ty ! ,

How thy elephant there wi ll c i vi liz ed be ,

Amusin g h i mself ri ght merrily !

But most of a ll 0 mon arch take care
T hat plenty of money he has wi th hi mthere
, ,

And a letter of cr edi t all charges to meet ,

,

On R othschi ld F r eres in the R ue L a fitte ,

For a mi llion of ducats or ther eabouts ;

Then Bar on R oth sch ild wi ll harbour no doubts
About hi m but say wi th a n accent mellow :
,
’
The elephan t s really a capi tal fellow
The astr ologer thus d i scoursed and then ,

H e th r ew hi mse l f thr i ce on the ground again .

The ki ng wi th ri ch presents sent hi maway ,

And str etch e d hi mself hi s course to sur vey

, .

H e thought of thi s and he thought of that

,

(K i ngs seldom fin d the i r thoughts come pat) .

H i s ape besi de hi mtook hi s seat ,

And both of them fell asleep wi th th e hea t .

 ’
388 HEINE S POEM S .

In vai n he str uggled wi th gloomy words

To change h er determ i nati on
A t lengt h she for ci bly tore the mask
Fr om hi s face for her i nformati on .

”
T is the headsman of Bergen 1 the th rong in the hall
Exclai m wi th a feelin g of terror
An d ti m
,

i dly shri nk the Duchess rush d out ’

—
,

H e r husband to tellof her error .

The Duk e was wi se and all the di sgrace

,

Of the Du chess strai ghtway e fia c d he

’ ’

H e drew hi s bri ght swor d and sai d : Kneel down ,

”
Good fellow l wi th accents hasty .

Wi th thi s stroke of the sword I make you now

A l imb of the o r der kni ghtly
’
And since you r e a knave you l
’
l hereafter be ca l
, ld
’

”
Sir Knave of Bergen ri ghtly .

So the he a dsman became a nobleman proud

Of the Ber gen Kna ves fam
,
’
ily founder ;
A haughty race ! they dwelt on th e Rhi ne ,

Though now they allunder ground are !

T HE V A LK Y R E S .
*

HILE below contendi ng forces

Fi ght above on cloudy horse s
,

Three V a lkyr e s ri de their song

Through the a i r r e echoes long - .

Pri nces wrangle nati ons quar rel

, ,

Each would bear away the laurel ;

C onquest i s the h i ghest pri ze ,

Hi ghest wor th in courage li es .

N o proud helmet gi ves p r otecti on ,

Death brings all thi n gs in subject ion ;

’
And the her o s blood i s shed ,

And the wi cked wi n i nstead .

Laurel wreaths tri umpha l arches l

,

Ou the morr ow i n he mar ches ,

’
Who the better one o e rthr e w ,

Wi nni ng land and people too .

O V al
r
kyr iors ; a race of m artial virgi ns d escri be d in
nor th er n m
,

ythol ogy as ri di ng in th e a ir a nd figh ti ng u nd r e

Od in .
 ROMANCER O . 389

Se nator and bur gomaster

Go to meet the vi ctor faste r
Wi th the keys that ope the gate ,

And the trai n then enters strai ght .

Cannon from the walls ar e crashi ng ,

Ke ttl e drums and t r umpets clashing

—
,
’
Be lls loud ringi ng fills the sky ,
’
And hurrah l the people cry .

Ou
the balco ni es are stand ing
Smiling beauteous women handi ng ,

To the vi cto r flow ry wreaths

’

H e wi th haughty calmne ss breathes .

’

H A STING S B A TT L E -FIELD .

HE Abbot of Waltham dee ply si gh d ’

When he h e ard the tragi cal sto r y

That Harold the king had lost his li fe
Ou Has ti ngs battle fie l
d gory -
.

Two monks named A sgod and Ai l

, r ik he ,

As messeng ers then selected ,

To seek at Hasti ngs amongst the dead

’
For Harold s body neglected .

The mo nks went forth wi th sorrowi ng hearts ,

And re t ur n d wi th faces averted :

’

0 Father the wo r ld goes wrong wi th us now,

,

We seem by Fortune de serted .

The better man has fallen i n figh t

O e r co m
,
’
e by that bastard demon
’
Arm d thi eves amongst them di vi de the land
And make a slave of the free man
,

The veri est rascali n Normandy now

Is lor d of th e i sland of Bri tain ;
A ta ilor fr om Ba yeux wi th golden sp urs
We sa w as ga y as a ki tte n .

Woe woe to the man of Saxon birth !

,

Y e Saxon sai nted ones even ,

i sgrace
Y e had better take care ye re not safe from l
’
, ,

E en now in the ki ngdom of heaven

’
.
39 0 mma s
a
’

POEMS .

The meaning now we can un d er stand

Of the blood r ed comet whi ch lately
-

Ou a broomsti ck of fir e rode through the sky

’
One n ight and as tonish d us grea tly
, .

A t Hasti ngs there was realized

The evi l star s pr edi ct i on ’

Amongst the dead on the battle field there -

We soug ht wi th d eep afflicti on .

T il l every hope h a d di sa pp ea r d
’

We sought in each di re c t i on
The cor pse of K ing Har old we gri eve to say , ,

Escaped our close i nspecti on .

’
Twas thus that A s go d and A il r ik spoke

H i s hands wr ung the Ab bot wh i le moa n d h e

’
,

Then sank in deep thought and fina lly sai d , ,

’
As h e avi ly s igh d and gr oa n d he ’

’
A t Grende l fie l d by the bar ds old stone
, ,

In a hut in the for est i s dwelli ng ,

H er whom they E di th the Swanneck cal l ,

In beauty once so excell i ng .

’
They cal ld her Ed i th the Swanneck erst ,

Because he r neck in i ts splendour

R esembled the ne ck of the swan the ki ng
Loved the mai d wi th affecti on tender .

H e love d ki ss d fondled h e r long and then

’

, , ,

For got li ke a fai thless lover ;

,
’
T i me s fle e tin g ou full sixteen years ,

Have since tho se days p ass d over ’

.

Now br ethren go to th i s woma n strai ght

, , ,

An d bi d h e r retu rn wi th you qui ckly

To Hast ings h e r eye wi ll di scove r the king
M id th e corp ses sc a tte r d so thi ckly
’ ’

A n d when you have found h is body wi th speed

To Waltham Abbey t r an sfer h im
,

That we for h is soul due masses may si ng ,

And like a Chri sti an i nter hi m ”

.

’
A t mi dni ght s hour the messengers r each d
’

The hut in the for est sayi ng ,

Awake O Edi th the Swanneck awake

, , ,

And follow wi thout delayi ng .

 mama s ’
POEMS

She ’
for ehead she ki s s d h is mouth,
ki ss d hi s ,
’

H e r arms encircled hi mti ghtly ;

’
She kis s d the bloody br east of the king ,

D i s figure d by wounds un si ghtly .

Upon hi s shoulder she lik ewi se spi ed ,

’

And co ver d them over wi th ki sses ,

Thr ee l itt le s car s that h e r tee th had made ,

The si gns of thei r former blisses .

And i n the meanti me the pai r of monks

Some br anches of trees c ollecte d
These formd the bi er on whi ch they bo r e
’
,

The body wi th hearts dejected

, .

To Wa ltham Abbey the body they took ,

To bury i t ri ghtly and duly ,

And Edi th the Swanneck follow d the corpse ’

Of hi mshe had loved so truly .

The li tani es for the dead she sang

In ch i ldl ike p i ous fashi on ,

And i n the n i ght they fearfully rang ,

’
The monks pra y d full of compassion
, .

C H A R L ES I .

N the charcoal burner s hut in the wood

’
-

S i ts the ki ng an objec t of pi ty ;
,
’ ’
The charcoal burner s chi ld s cr adle he ro cks
-
,

And sings thi s monotonous di tt y

Ei apopei a why rustles the straw
,

T h e sheep i n the stalls bleat loudly

Thou bear est the si gn on thy for ehead and , s mils t
’

In thy sleep so Wi ldly and pr oudly .

’
E i apopei a thou h ear st on thy br ow
,

The s i gn and dead i s the ki tten ;

,
—

m
When grown to manhood thou lt flour i sh the ,
’
a xe ,
And the oak i n the wood wi ll be s i tten .

’
The charcoal burner s reli gi on i s dead
-
,

And now no longer r ece i ve they ,

Ei apope i a the fai th i n a Go d

,
—
,

St illless in the ki ng beli eve they .

 RO MA NCERO . 39 3

The ki tten is dead and the m i ce rejoi ce ,

And we from thei r pr esence are dri ven

E i apope i a I monar ch on earth
,
—
, ,

And God the monarch in heaven

,
.

My heart grows si cker day by day ,

My br ow grows ster ner and sterner ;

Eiapope ia my hea dsman art thou
,
—
,

Thou child of the charcoal burner ! -

My song of death i s thy cradle song —

’
E iapopei a thou lt fumble ,
—

'

My grey locks about and cut them ofi , ,

Thi ne axe on my neck wi ll tumble .

E iapope ia why rustles the straw ?

,
—

Thou hast gai ned a ki ngdom splend i d ;

Thou str ikes t o fl from my body my head
‘

The li fe of the ki tten is ended .

E iapopeia — why rustles the stra w

,

The sheep i n the stalls bleat loudly

The ki tten i s dead and the mi ce rejoi ce , ,

My dear little headsman sleep pr oudly ,

M A R IE A NTOINE TT E .

HE plate glass wi ndows gleam in th e sun

-

In the T uileri es Castle gaily

And yet the well known spectr es of old -

Sti ll walk about i n i t dai ly .

Queen Mari e Anto i nette st i ll doth haunt

The famous pa vi li on of Flor a ;
Wi th stri ct et iquette she holds h e r court
A t each retur n of Aurora .

’
Fu ll dress d
are the ladi es they most of them stand ,
-
,

Ou tabourets othe r s a r e s itt ing ,

Wi th dresses of sat i n a nd gold br o cade ,

Hun g wi th lace and jewels be fitt in g .

Their waists are small their hoop—pett i coats s well , ,

And fr om underneath them are peep ing

’
Thei r hi gh h e e ld fe et that so p r etty appear
-
, ,

If thei r heads we re but still in the ir keep ing !

3 94 HE mE s '

POEM S .

N ot one of the number a head has on ,

The queen her self i n that ar ti cle

Is want ing and so H e r Majesty boasts
,

Of fri zz l i ng not one pa r t i cle .

Yes she w i th toup ee as h i gh as a tower

, ,

In di gni ty so r esplendent ,

Mari a Ther esa s daughter fair

’

The German Caesar s descendant

’

She cur l
, less and headless n ow must walk
,

Amongst h e r mai ds of honour ,

Who equ ally headless and voi d of cur ls

, ,

Are humbly wai t ing upon h er .

Al lth i s fr om the Fr ench R evolut i on h a s sprung ,

And i ts doctr ines so per n i c i ous ,

From J ean J a cq ue s R ousseau and the gui llot i ne ,

And Volt ai r e the mali ci ous .

Yet strange though i t be I shrewdly thi nk

,

T h at none of these hapless cr eatur es

Have ever obser ved how dead they are ,

How devoi d of head and featur es .

The firs t da me d a tour a l

’
i nen shi ft brings ,

And makes a r ever ence lowly ;

The second hands i t to the queen ,

And both reti re then slowly .

The thi r d and fourth ladi es cur t sy and kneel

Befor e the queen di s cr eetly ,

That they may be able to dr aw on

H er Majesty s stocki ngs neatly
’
.

A mai d of honour c ur t sy in g b r i ngs

Her Majesty s r obe for the mor n i ng ;
’

Another wi th curtsi es h e r petti coat hold s ,

And assi sts at the queen s ador ni ng ’

.

The m i stress of the robes wi th her fan

Stands by the ti me begui ling ;
,

And as her head i s un happ i ly gone ,

Wi th her other end she i s sm i l ing .

T h e s un hi s i nqui si ti ve glances throws

Insi de the dr aperi ed casement ;
But when the appar i tions he sees ,

H e starts in fea rful amazement .

 ’
39 6 Ha nna s POEMS .

Majesty in all her footsteps ,

Grace and beauty ne er forsake h er ’

Qui te a pri ncess eve r y in ch ,

Whi chsoever way you take her .

Thus she dances gods of love are-

In my hear t all blo wi ng ai ry

Flouri shes and cryi ng : Hai l !
,

Hai l thou mi ghty queen Pomare

,

2 .

HE dances How h er figur e sways !

.

What gra ce h e r ever y li mb di splays !

’
There 8 a s much flitt in g leapin g swi ng ing , ,

As i f she from her ski n were spri nging

.

She da nces When she twi rls wi th skill

.

U pon one foot and then stands sti ll

,

A t last wi th both h e r arms extended ,

My ver y reason seems su spended .

’
She d a nces T i s th e very same
'

’
That once Herodi as daughter came
And danced to Herod As she dance s .
,

Her eye casts round i t dea dly glances .

’
She ll dance me franti c Woman say . , ,

What shall be thy reward to da y ? -

Thou s mils t ’
Q ui ck herald ! to the gateway
,

Decap i tate the Bapt ist stra i ghtway !

3 .

ER D A Y for ver y br oad ,

m
the i r e she wallowed ;
But to-day , wi th p r i de o e rb e a r in g, ’

In her carr i age takes an a ir ing .

On i ts si lken cu shi ons she

R ests h e r head , and haughti ly
Looks upon the thronging masses
Whom on foot h e r carri age passes .

When I see thee travelling s o ,

Then my he art 18 filld wi th woe ! ’

Ah thi s carri age so p r epa re the e

, ,
—
,

T o the hospi tal w ill bear thee ,

Wh er e unf eel ing cr uel death

Soon wi ll take away thy breath ,
 R OMANCERO . 39 7

And the student wi th coarse greasy ,

P r enti ce hand so free and ea sy

, ,

Will cut up thy body fa i r

Anatomi cally there
And at Montfaucon thy horses
’
A t the knacker s end their cour se s .

H OU hast been by fate befri ended

Better than at fir st I sai d ;
God be prai sed all now i s ended !
,

God be prai sed and thou art de ad ! ,

In thy poor and ag ed mother s ’

Garret thou at length di dst di e

She wi th love beyond all others
, ,

Clo s ed thy fair eyes tenderly .

She a wi ndi ng sheet bought duly

-
,

And a co ffin and a grave ; ,

Somewhat close and wretched truly

Was the funeral that they gave .

No pri ests at that funeral lonely

’
Sang no be ll tolld mournfully ;
,

Thy fr iseur and poodle only

’
A s thy mourners follow d thee .

” ’
Ah 1 the for mer si gh d I often
’
U sed to comb Pomare s ha ir ,
An d her long black tresses soften ,
”
S i tting i n her easy cha ir !
’
But the dog away he sc amper a
,
—

A t the churchyar d gate anon

An d was lodged and fed and pa m
,

pe r d
’

Af terwa rds by R ose Pompon .

She the Pr ove n ca ler grudged thee

, ,

Thy hard earn ed name of queen

-
,

As a hated ri val judged thee ,

Made thee vi cti m of her spleen .

Ah poo r queen of jests di urnal

, ,

W i th thy mud c ro wn on thy head ,

Thou art saved by God s ete rna l ’

Go od ne ss thou at las t art dead

,
.
 ’
39 8 H EI NE S P OEM S .

As thy mother so thy Father ,

Mer cy show d thee from above ;

’

Thi s H e did meth inks the r athe r

, ,

In that thou so much di dst love .

T H E APOLL O G OD .

HE convent stands h i gh on the rocky stee p ,

The R hi ne beneath i t gl i sten s ;

The youthful nun doth eager ly peep
Through the latti ce wi ndow and li stens , .

A bark of fable i s sai li ng pas t ,

B y the eveni ng glow t i nged bri ghtly ;

Whi le ch e q u e r d pennons stream from the mast
’

Wi th laur els a nd flowers cr own d l i ghtly ’

.

Ami d sh i p stands a beauteous youth

-
,

Wi th flowi n g aubur n tres s es

Of very anci ent cut i n tr uth , ,

H i s gold and purple dress is .

Before hi s feet n i ne women lie ,

Of mar ble lovely graces ;

-

A ti m o o p d up h i gh
’
i c fa ir and l
Each slender for m embr aces .

’
The golden tr e ss d one sweetly sin gs
-

And li kewi se plays hi s lyre ;

’
The song the poo r nun s bosom sti n gs ,

And se ts i t all on fire .

She makes a cr oss and onc e agai n

,

The nun r epeats the measur e ;

The cr oss sca r es not her bli ssful pa in ,

N or checks her b i tter pleasur e .

2 .

A M the god of musi c b r i ght ,

R evered i n eve r y nat i on
In Gr eece on Mount Par nassus he i ght
,
’
,

My temple had i ts stati on .

In Gr e ece I oft have sat and play d ’

On fa med Par nas s us mou ntai n

’

Beneath the cypr ess pleasant shade,’

Be si de Ca sta lia s fountai n

’
.
400 mam s a
’
Po ms .

None wil
l answer her in qu i ry ,

Many t urn their backs i n si lence ,

Many stare upon h e r smi li ng ,

Many si gh Alas poor cr ea t ure P

,

Bu t along the hi ghway trotti n g

Comes a slovenly old man ;
Maki ng figur e s i n the a ir he ,

Keeps on sin g ing through h is nose .

H e a clumsy wallet c arr i es ,

’
And a li ttle hat three cor ner (1 -

A n d wi th sharp and s m
,

i l i ng eyes he
L i stens to the nun s i nqui ry
’

Hast thou chanced to see Apollo

H e a s car let clo a k i s wea rin g ,

Swee tly si ngs h e plays the lyre

, ,
”
And he i s my darling i dol .

H e however gave thi s answer ,

Whi ls t hi s li ttle head he waggled

Her e and ther e and comi cally
,

A t his sharp beard kept on twi tchi ng

Have I chance d to s ee Apollo ?
Yes I certainly have seen h im
When at Amster dam ful
,

l often ,

In the Germ an synagogue .

H e was ther e the leadi ng sin ger ,

Known by name of R abbi Fa i bi sch ,

Whi ch i n Hi gh Dut ch means Apollo

-
,
’
But he s not my i dol tr uly .

Scar let cloak Hi s scar let cloak too

I r emember ; genui ne s car let ,

And the p r i ce pe r ell e i ght flori ns ,

No t a llpai d for to thi s moment .

Hi s old father Moses J i t sch e r

, ,

Know I well ; he s circumci ser’

To the Port uguese I fan cy , ,

And to vari ous so ver ei gns also .

And hi s mother 1s a cousi n

’
Of my s i ste r s husband trading ,

On the Gr acht 1n p i ckled gher ki ns ,

An d 111 wo r n o ut pa i rs of b ree ch es
-
.
 RO MANCER O . 401

In their son th ey take no pleasur e ;

On the lyre he plays not badly ,

But I gri eve to say far better

, ,

P lays he at taroe and omb r e .

'

H e is l ike wis e a free thi nker , -

Lo st h i s place th rough eat i ng s wine s fle sh ,

' ’

’
And then tr a ve lld r ound the countr y
Wi th some pai nted low comedi ans .

In the shops and on the m ar kets

Has he acted as J ack pudd in g -
,

Holofernes or K i ng Davi d, ,
'

But the lat ter most e xce lld in u

For the king s ow ’

n sorrows sang he
In the ki ng s own mother language
'

Gi vi ng all the pr oper quavers

In the proper olden fashi on .

R ecently some wenches took he

From the Amste r dam cas ino ,

And h e s travelli ng wi th these Muses

’

R ound th e country as Apollo .

One amongst them 18 a stout one ,

Squeaking ver y much and grunti ng

Ou ac count of her green l
aur el
”
Head dres s they the green sow call her
,
‘ ’
.

H Y M N T O KING L OU IS .
‘

In hi making the Ba var i ans revere ,

From an anci ent li ne descended .

He
’
s fond of art : fair women to get
For thei r portrai ts to s it i s hi s passi on ,

In thi s pai nted ser agli o takes he h i s walks ,

In eunuch ar ti st ic fas hi on
-
.

A marble place of skulls hath he

Near R at i sbon constructed ,

And all the ar r angement s fo r e ve ry hea d

“

In hi s own royal person conduct ed .

This poemwas origi na lly suppmssed b y th e c nso rs.

e
402
'

HEINE S POEM S .

Walh all i
a -compan ons ! A mast er p i ece

Wher e the meri t of every man i s

,

Set for th wi th his char acter and hi s acts

, ,

From Tent to
But Luther the blockhea d amongst them al
, l, ,

H a s no p l ace in th i s proud mausoleum

’
The whale mon gst the fis h es i s often left out
’
In a naturalhi st r y museum .

Ki ng L oui s is also a poet r e n o wn d ;

’

Whenever si n gs or plays h e ,

Apollo falls down at h i s feet and exclai ms

’ ”
0 stop or you ll dri ve me qui te cr azy 1
,

Ki ng Loui s is also a her o r en own d

’

L i ke hi s chi ld hi s li ttle son Otho

, , ,

Who was chosen to s it on the throne of Greece

( H e d i sgraced i t long ago ,

When Loui s di es he ll canoni s ed be

,
’

A t R ome by the holy Father

A cat wi th ru fii e s a face li ke hi s
Wi th i ts Glor y will look li ke rather .

As soon as the monkeys and kangaroo s

Are converted to Chri sti ani ty ,

They ll make St Loui s their guardi an sai nt

’
.
,

In p r oof of thei r perfe ct sani ty .

T WO K NIGH T S .

UL INS KI and Was chlap ski ,

born and br ed ,
’
Fought for the i r dear country s fr eedom
’
Gai nst the R uss i an tyrant dread .

Bol dly d i d they figh t and lastly ,

Found at Pari s a r etreat ;

L i vi ng just as much a s dyi ng
,
’
For one s father land i s sweet . .

L i ke Achi l les and Patr oclus ,

Davi d and his J on a th an ,

L oved the pai r of Poles each other ,

’
Ki ss d and sai d
,
Kochan ! Kochan 1
M eaning th e fou nd e r of th e T eu to n i c ra ce .

f A note d bri ga nd e x ecu ted in 1803

1 A P olis h te rmof endearment
, .

.
404 mmms POEMS ’
.

Poland h as not yet qui te peri sh d ’

Still our wi ves to sons gi ve b irt h ,

An d our gir ls wi ll do so li ke wi se ,

A n d p r oduce u s men of wort h ,

Heroes like great Sobi eski

L ike S e h e lmufski and U mi nski
, ,

E skr oke wi tsch , Sch u bi aks ki ,

”
And the mi ghty E se linski
'

O U R M A R IN E * .

( A Na u ti ca lta le ) .

D R EA M of a fleet we lately dreamt ,

’
e
y d a sa i l deli ci ous
Far over the wi de and boundless sea ,

Th e wi nd was q ui te prop i ti o us .

We gave our fri gates the p r oudest names

That we i n o ur calendar recken d ’

One H ofima nn of Faller slebe n we ca lld

' ’

An d P ru t z Twe chri ste n d the second

’
.

T he r e floa ted the cutte r F r ei l i grath ,

Wher eon was seen the figur e

Of the Moor i sh ki ng wh i ch gazed below
,

L ike a moon (but as black as a n i gger ) .

Ther e floa ted Gustavus Schwab as w e ll ,

A Pfiz e r a Kolle a Maye r ;

, ,

On e ach of them stoo d a Swab ian fac e ,

Each holdi ng a wooden lyre .

Ther e floa te d B ir ch Pfe i fier a b r i g whi ch bor e

'
-
,

Ou i ts mast the escutcheon olden

Of the famous Ger man Admi ralty ,

On tatters bl ack r ed golden

- -
.

We boldly cla mbe r d on bowspri t and yard

’
,

A n d h e r e ourselves li ke s a i lors ;
’
Our jackets wer e shor t our hats betar r d , ,
’
And our trouser s as bi g as a ta i lor s .

’
Full many who for mer ly s i pp d but tea
,

As h us bands kind and for beari ng ,

No w drank their r um their p i gta i l chew d

’

, ,

And se ani a n l ike took to swearing

,
-
,
.

T h i s po e mwa s ori gina l l y supp re ss e d by th e ce nsors

t A p oe t a n d wr i te r born i n 18 16 a nd p e rsecuted by
, ,

pol i ce fe t hi s libera lwr it i ngs .

 ao ms cna o . 405

80 br i ght was our v i s ion we well n igh won .

A naval v i ctory splendi d

’
But when r e tur n d the mor n in g sun ,

Both flee t and vis i on had ended .

We still were lyin g at home i n bed

Our limbs all over i t sprawling ;
,

We rubbed the sleep fro m out of our eyes ,

The following wi se speech bawlin g

The world i s round why seek to be to s t
On the i dle b illows fa i nt hearted ,
-

When we sa i l round the world at last we return ,

”
To the poi nt from wh i ch we star ted .

T H E GOL D E N C A L F .

BD L E , flute and hor n uni ti ng ,

’

T o the i dol—d ance i nvi t ing

R ound the golden calf wi th sp r i nging
'
All of Ja cob s daughters come
B r um — br um b rum —

Kettle d ru m s a n d laughte r r ing ing !

‘

G i rdi ng up their tuni cs li ghtly ,

Clasp ing hands togethe r t i ghtly ,

N oble ma i dens o fi ri ngs bri ngi ng

’

, ,

T wi st l ike wh i r lwin ds at the least

, ,

R ound the bea st

Kettle drums a nd laughter ri n gi ng !
Aaron s self jo i ns i n the mazy
’

Ci rc l i ng dance w i th mot i ons c r azy ;

H i s concerns not looki ng after ,

Ski ps h e in h i s h igh pri est s coat

,
-
’
,

L ike a goat
K ettle drums and ringing laugh ter !
K ING D A VID
y i eld the ir br eath ,

hei r o wn death
change the ir master ,

An d if an ythi ng wo r k faster
, , .

Ah poor race ! l
, ike horse and bull
They the waggons sti ll must pull ,

And the ir bac ks wi ll soon be br oke n

If they heed not what i s spoken .
 ’
406 HE I E N S POEM S .

Dav i d sai d to Solomon

C u his deathbed : L ist my son ! ,

My most dreaded fee of course is

Joab general of my for ces
, .

Thi s br ave general many a year

’
I have vi e w d wi th hate and fear ;
But however I detest h i m
I ne er ventured to arr est him
, ,
’
.

Then my son of stern er stuff

, , ,

Fearing God art strong enough

,
’
T i s for th ee an easy matter
’
T h at sa i d Joa b s brain s to scatte r .

KING R ICH A R D
[ spri ngs
.

B R O U GH th e si lent gl a des of the forest ther e

A11 ea ger horseman pr oudly
H e blo ws hi s hor n h e laughs and he s i ngs
, ,

Exulti ngly and loudly .

H is armour i s made of the br ass most str ong ,

But stronger st i ll is his bosom ;

’
T i s Coeur de L i on that s r i di ng along
’

,
’
That Chr i stia n ch i valr y s blossom .

’ ”
T h ou rt welcome to England 1 each verdant bo u gh
Exclai ms wi th joyous assurance ;
We r e heart i ly glad O monar ch , that thou
’

Hast esca p d from thi ne Aus tri an dur an ce

’
.

The k ing s nu fls up the fr ee a ir the wh ile

'

L i ke a newbor n cr eatur e l ives h e ;

He th i nks of h is Aust ri an dun geon vi le ,

A nd hi s spur s to hi s p r oud hor se g i ves he .

A S RA TH E .

AILY went the wondr ous lovely

’
S ultan s daughter at the cooli ng
Hour of even i ng to the fountain ,

Wher e the waters wh i te wer e plashi ng .

Dai ly at the hour of even i ng

Stood the youn g slave at the fountai n
Where the water s wh i te wer e plashi n g ,

Daily grew he pale and paler .

 ’

408 H anna s POEM S .

A ntlers to th e br ow we gave
-

By our shameless il l behavi our ,

Whi ch the cr o wn of thor ns on c e carri ed ,
’
We be tr a y d our heavenly Sa vi our .

J e s us ,mercy s very self,

= -
’

S o ftl
y we p t o e r o ur tr ansgressi on ,
’
.

And he sa i d : Your s ouls be cur sed

F er di sgracing your profes s i on
G r ave sprung spec tres of the ni ght
-
,

We must wander in the se dr eary

Wa lls our felly to atone for ,— 1
'
‘

Mi serere ! M i se r ere !
Ah wi th in th e grave tis well !
,
’

’
T hough i ndeed ti s fa r more cheery
In the glow i ng realms of heaven ,

M i se r ere Mi se r er e !
J es us sweet , fo r gi veat length
Our transgress i on sad and weary ;
Let u s feel the war mth of h e aven,
Mis er er e ! M i ser er e 1
”

Thus the tr oop of nuns si ng on ,

And a l ong dead cler k i s playin g

—

Ou the or gan Hands of sp ir i ts

.

O er the keys are wi ldly strayi ng

’
.

P A L S GR A V INE JU TTA .

HE Pals gravin e J utta i n bar k so l i ght , ,

Is cr oss i ng the R hi ne i n the moonlight

Th e Coun tess speaks whi le r ows the mai d ,
'

H as t thou yon s even co r pses s ur ve y d

That seekin g to fin d u s
, ,

Are fleati ng behi nd u s

Se sadly are floa tin g th e corpse s !
Seven kni ghts wer e they who their love con fess d, ,
’

A n d tender ly sank on my heavin g b r east ,

i ,

And swor e to be fai thful ; se cer tai n to make ,

That they their oaths should never brea k ,

I se i zed and bound them ,

’
A n d strai ghtway il r o wn d them ,
”
Se sa dly are floa ti n g the corps es !
 non mcs a o. 409

The Countess laughs wh i le the maiden r o w

,
s ,

Th r ough the a ir her laughte r sc ornfully goes ;

Fr o mthe water the cor pses r i se h i gh as the th i gh ,

A nd poi nt wi th the i r finge r s towar ds the sky ,

In token of sweari ng ,

Wi th glassy eyes stari ng

Se sadly are floa tin g the cor pses !
T H E M OOR IS H KING .

’
Al
puxar re s ex ile
nar ch
S ilent and wi th heart full mour nful
Headi ng the pr oce ssi on rode he .

And beh ind on lofty palfr eys

,

Or 111 golden l i tter s ri di n g ,

Sat the women of h i s household ;

Swarthy mai ds on mules were si tt ing .

And a hundred t r usty follower s

R ode on noble A r ab horses ;
Haughty steeds and yet the ri ders
,

Car elessly bestr ode the sa ddles .

No t a drum and not a cymbal ,

No t a si ngle song resounded

S ilver bells upon the mules though , ,

E choed sadly in the silen c e .

Ou the he i ght fr om whence the glance s

,

Sweep acr oss the Duer o valley ,

’
And G r anada s battlements
For the last t i me r i se befor e one ,

Ther e the mournf ulking di smoun ted ,

An d he gazed upon the c i ty

Gl i tte ring i n the l i ght of even ing ,
'
As though deck d wi th gold and purple .

But g r eat Allah what a s i ght twas !

.
’

In the plac e of that d e ar c r escent

e a md the Span i ard s cro s s and stand a r d
’
Gl
’

’
On the to w rs of the Alhambra .

’
Ah ! deep si ghs at th i s d isc o v ry
B roke from out th e monarch s bosom ; ’

’
Suddenly the tear s gan falli ng
L ike a torrent do wn hi s cheeks .
410 mma s
l
e P OEM S .

Sadly from h e r lofty palfr ey

D ownwar d gazed the monar ch s mother ’

Looki ng on h e r son s a ffli cti on ’

Proudly b i tte rly she ch i ded

, ,

B oabdi l e lCh i c o sai d she , ,

L i ke a woma n th e n be w a ilest
Yonder town wh i ch thou n e gle cte dst
,
”
To defend wi th manly courage .

’
When the monar ch s dear est mi str ess
Heard these wor ds so harsh and c r uel , ,

Hast ily she left h e r li tte r ,

’
Her lord s neck embr ac i ng fondly .

Boabd il e lChi co sa i d she , ,

Comfor t take my heart be lov d one !

’
—
,

From the deep abyss of sorr ow

Blossoms forth a beauteous laurel ;
Not alone the glori ous vi c tor ,

Not alone the p r oud tr i umphant

’
Fa v r i t e of the blin d j a de For tune ,
’
But m i sfortune s bloody son too , ,

’
And the heroi c figh ti ng warri or -
,

Who to dest i ny 0 e rp ow rin g ’ ’

Has succ umb (1 will li ve fo r ever

,
”
In the memor y of mor tals .

Mountain of the Moor s last s i gh ’

T o th i s ver y moment callthey

Yonder hei ght fr om when ce the mon ar ch
For the last t ime saw Granada .

T ime has now fulfilld full sweetly ’

H is beloved one s p r ophe cy

’
,
’
And the Moo r i sh monar c h s name is
Re verenced and held in honour .

Never wil lh i s glor y vani sh

Never t i ll the last chor d s br oki m
,
’

Of the last g ui tar rema ini ng

In the land of Andalusia .
'

412
1

Ha rms ’
POEM S .

Geo firy 1 A tthy voi ce s mus i c ’

Warmth is i n my dead heart glowi n g

A nd I feel once mor e a glimme r
,

”
In the long q u en ch d ember s growi ng 1
-
’

M el
i sa n da ! I awaken
U nto happ i ness and gladness ,

When I see th in e eyes dead only

”
Is my ea r thly pai n and sa dness .

Geo fir y lOnce we
‘

loved each other

“
I n our dreams now o u t asunder ,

By the h a nd of death still love we

Amor ti s that wrought th is wonder 1
, ,
’

M el
i sa n cl
a 1 What are dr eams
'

What i s death Mer e words to scare one

Truth i n love alone e e r find we ’

,
”
And I love thee ever fai r one 1 ,

Geofiry 1 0 how sweet our

'

meetings
In thi s moonli t c hamber ni ghtly ,

Now that i n the day s b r i ght sun bea ms

’

”
I no mor e shall wander li ghtly .

M el
is a n da 1 Fool i sh dear one !
Thou art l i ght and sun thou knowest ,

Love and joys of May ar e buddi ng ,

”
Spri ng i s bloom i ng where thou goe st 1 ,

Thus the se tender spectr es wander

U p and down and sweet c are sses
,

Intercha nge wh ilst peeps the moonli ght

,
’ ’
Thr ough the wi ndow s ar ch d recesses .

But at length the rays of morn i ng

Scare away the fond illus i on ;
To the tapestr y ret r eat they
Ou the wall i n sh y confus i on
,
.

THE P OE T FER D US I .

EN
of gold and men of silver 1
,

When a fe e l about a thoman

Talks of silver he i s speaki ng
, ,

A nd he means a si lver th oman .

 ROMA N CERO . 413

In
’
a pri nce s mouth however
a S hah s a th oma n s always
, ,

Or
’ ’

Golden for a sh ah wi ll only

G i ve and take in golden th o ma ns
,
-
.

Worthy pe ople h a ve th i s noti on '

A nd Fe r d usi thought so also ,

The compo se r of the famous

And i mmortal work S cha h Na m eh .

Thi s di vi ne her o i c poem

A t the S h ah s command compo sed h e
’

Who for eve r y ver s e a thoman

Promi sed to besto w upon h im .

Seventeen t i mes blo o md the roses ’

Seventeen ti mes d id they wi ther ,

And the ni ght ingales sang sweetly

And were silent seventeen t i mes ,

An d meanwhi le the bard was s i tt ing

A t the loom of thought compos ing ,

Day and n i ght and n i mbly weavi ng ,

H i s sweet numbers gi ant car pet

’
-
,

Gi ant carpet wher e the poet

-
,
’
Inte r wove wi th sk ill hi s coun try s
Chron i cles fr om t imes of fable ,
’
Far s i stan s p r i meval monarc hs ,

Fa v r ite heroes of h i s nat i on

’

Kni ghtly deeds adventures wondrous , ,

Mag ic bei ngs hateful demons , ,

Intert wi ned w i th flo w ers of fable .

Al lwere bloom ing all we r e li ving , ,

Bri ght wi th colo ur s glowin g bur ni ng

'

Wi th the heave nly rays illumi n d

, ,
’

From the sac r ed l i ght of Iran ,

From th e god like li ght pri meval ,

Wh ose last pur e and fie r y temple ,

Spi te of Koran and of Muft i

In the poet s h ea r t fia md br i ghtly
,
’ ’
.

’
Wh en at las t the wo rk was fini sh d ,

Then the man u s cr ipt the poet

Sent to h i s i llustri ous patr on ,

E en two hundred thousand verse s

’
.
414 na mn s ’
POEM S.

It was in the publi c bath room ,

In the bath i ng pl ac e at Gasna ,

’
That the Shah s black messengers
Found at last the hard Fe r du si .

E ac h a bag of money carri ed ,

Whi ch befor e the poet s feet he ’

Kneeli ng placed to be the guerdon ,

T o reward hi s mi nstrel labours .

Hast ily the poet Ope n d ’

Both the bags hi s eyes to gladden

W i th the gold so long kept fr om hi m
,

When he sa w wi th consternati on
That the bags conta in d wi thi n them ’

S i lver only si lver th oma n s

, ,

Some two hundr ed thousand of th em

B itter ly then la u gh d the poet ’
.

Laugh ing bi tter ly the money ,

H e di vi ded in th r ee equal
Port i ons and a thi r d par t gave
,
he
To the two black mess engers ,

Each a th ir d to be h i s guer don

,

For the message and the thi r d part ,

Gave he to the man who wai ted

Ou hi s bath as drinki ng money
,
-
.

Then hi s p i lgri m s ta ff he s trai ghtway

Gra sp d , and left at on c e the c i ty,
’

And before the gate the dust he

From hi s ver y shoes rejected .

2 .

he been l ike oth e r men , ,

Heedless of h i s wor ds once spoken ,

A nd hi s p r omi se mer ely broken ,

I h ad not been angry then .

Suffer this I never wi ll1

H i s de c e i t my hear t amazes ,

Both hi s double meaning phras es, -

An d hi s si lence falser s ti ll , .
416 na ms e
’

POEM S .

A n d lade them all wi th every t r ea s ure

T hat fills the heart of a mor tal wi th pleasure ,

Wi th splend i d a rt i cles r i ch and r are , ,

Wi th costly dress es and furni tu r e fair

Of sandal wood and i vor y wh i te ,

Wi th gold and s ilver t i ssues d i ght ;

Wi th pr ec i ous handled goblets and pots
-
,

’
And leop ard ski ns all co ve r d wi th spots
-
, ,

Wi th carpets and shawls and the r i chest br ocade

That i n my k ingdom has ever been m a de .

’
And don t forget to pack wi th the rest
Some gli tter in g arms and of housin gs th e be st ;
,

A s well as drink s of every ki nd

‘

And eatables such as in pots we fin d ,

And almond c akes and s weetmeats Egypt i an

And gi ngerbr ead of eve ry descri pti on .

A ndalso add a dozen steeds

As swift as arrows of Arab breeds, ,

And l ike wi se a dozen slaves black as coals , ,

Wi th bodi es of s teel and st urdy souls

,
.

Ansari when all these thi ngs thou hast got

, ,

Thou must star t on thy j ou rney and l inger ,

not.

Thou must take them all wi th my k ind r egar d

”
To Thus to Fe rd us i the m i ghty bar d
, , .

Ansar i fulfilld h i s lord s behest

’ ’

A n d loaded the came l s and mules wi th the best

And cost liest p r esents the value of wh i ch
,

Was enough to make a whole p r ovi nce qui te ri ch .

In propri a person a he left at last .

The palace when some three days had pas t

, ,
’

And wi th a general s banner red

In fr ont of the caravan he sped
‘

A t the end of a week to T hus came they ;

T h e town at the foot of the mountai n lay .

The car avan the weste rn gate

Wi th shouts and nois es ente re d s traight .
 R OMAN CE RO . 417

Th e trumpets sounded the loud drums beat

, ,

An d songs of tr i umph rang through the str eet .

La Illa IlAllah 1 wi th joyous shout

The camel dri ver s wer e callin g out .

But through the East gate at the far ther end

Of Thus at that moment c han c ed to wend
,

The funeral t ra i n so full of gloom ,

That the dead Fe r dusi he r e to h is tomb .

V OYA G E BY NIGH T .

HE half moon peer d fr om the dar ksome clouds

’
-

Wi th coyness wh i le r o ck d the sea ;

,
’

And when i n the ba rk our places we took ,

Our number then was th r ee .

’
Ther e pla sh d in the water the str okes of the e ar
Wi th sad monotony
Wh i te foami ng b i llows came wi th a r e ar ,

And sp r i nkled all of u s th r ee .

She stood i n the bark as pale as sl im

, ,

As vo i d of mot i on too ,

As though she a mar ble statue were ,

D i ana s i mage true

’

’
The moon di sa p pe a r d T he ni gh t win d p iped
.

Wi th ch illy blast on hi gh ;
When over o ur heads ther e suddenly rose
'

A wi ld and p i e r c ing cry .

Twas the wh i te and ghostl i ke sea me w s voi ce

’ ’

A n d at that te rr i b le cry ,

Wh i ch fearfully r ang l ike a warni ng call ,

Al lthree felt li ke to di e .

A mI in a fever ? vi si on i s thi s
A
Of ni ghtly phantasy ?

A mI aped b y a dr eam I mdr eami ng a dr eam

’

Of w i ld bu floo ne ry
'

wi ld 1 Meth i nks i n my d re am
’

B ufio on or y
That I a Savi our a m
And fai t hfu lly bear the we ight of the Cr oss ,

As gentle as a lamb .
 ’
418 H EI NE S POEM S .

Poor beauty beside me i s sor e di stre s s d ’

.

’
B u t soon I l lset h e r fr ee
Fr om s i n and shame and sorr ow and pai n ,

And earthly m i ser y .

Poor beauty 0 be not thou t err ifie d

, ,

Tho u gh bi tte r the med i ci ne be

Althou gh my hea rt may b r eak I myself ,

Wil l mete out death to thee .

O folly wi ld and te rr i ble d rea ml

O madness fearful to see !
The n i ght i s yawni ng the ocean yells ,

O God have me r cy on me !
,

Have mer cy on me O mer ci ful God !

,

0 mer ci ful God ! S ch a dde y fi ‘

A Someth i ng falls i n the sea Alas ! —

Sch ad d e y 1 S ch ad de y 1 A do n a y 11 '

The sun ar ose we c ame to the land

, ,

Sweet sm iled the spr ing to the vi ew ;

And when at length we left the bark ,

Our number then was two .

T H E P R E LU D E .

HIS then is Amer i c a !

, ,

T hi s i ndeed the new wo r ld i s !

Not the present whi ch already
,
’
E ur opeani zed i s wi th r i ng
,
.

T h i s i ndeed the new wo r ld i s ,

As by C hr i stopher Columbus
From the ocean extri cated ;
In i ts b illowy fr eshness gleams i t ,

Wi th i ts watery pear ls st i ll dri ppi n g ,

Wh i ch a r e sca tte r d colour spri nkl

’

,
i ng —
,

When the sunli ght fai r i t ki sses .

0 how healthy thi s new wor ld i s 1

’
T i s no chur chyard of r omance ,

Ti s no an c i ent Sch e r be n be r g
’
,

All made up of mouldy symbols ,

And of p e tr ifie d peruk es .

i b
A n a nc e nt H e re w wor d for Al i ghty. m
1
“
b
A H e re w word for L ord .
42 0 na me s P O EM S .

a firi gh te d ,
'

Who ,
sought the bushes ,
’
Cr oss d hi m self at my appear an c e ,

Cr yi ng wi th alar m : A Sp iri t 1
”
Ye s a Sp i ri t fr om the old wor ld 1
,

Monkey be not thus c onfounded !

,

I mno sp ir i t I mno spe ct r e

’ ’

L ife wi thi n my vei ns i s bo i l ing ,

I mli fe s most true h e arted son

’ ’
-
.

Yet by li vi ng many year s

Wi th the dead h ave I adopted ,

Dead men s manner s ver y li kely

’

And peculiar ways of thinkin g .

All the fai r est years of l i fe ' ’

Spent I i n Kyfi h a u se r s c avern ,

In the Venusb e r g and other .

Catacombs of the R omanti c .

Have no fear of me good monkey ! ,

T hee I li ke for on thy hairless

,

T a nn d and shaven h i nder qua r ters

’
-

Thou dost h ear my fa v r i te colour s .

Darli ng colour s 1 Bla ck r e d golden ! - -

Yes these monkey butto ck—c olours

,
-
,

Sorr owfully th e y r e mi n d me
Of the fla g of Bar bar ossa .

VIT ZL IP UTZL I .

l .

N h is
he a d he wor e the laure l ,

And upo n h i s boots there glitte r d ’

Golden sp ur s but not w i thstandi ng

,
—

H e was ne i ther kn i ght n or her e .

He was bu t a r obber c aptain ,

Who wi thi n the book of glor y

Wr ote wi th hi s own wi cked hand
H i s o wn w i cked name oi Cor tez —
.

’
U nderneath Columbus name he
Wr ote hi s o wn yes close beneath i t, ,
—
,

A nd the s c hool b oy at h i s lessons

Learns by hear t both names together .
 R oM AN CE i O . 42 1

After Ch r is topher Columbus

H e n e w names Fe r nando Cortez
As the second g r eatest man
,

'

In the n e w wo r ld s p r oud Pantheon .

’ ’
Heroes fate s last str oke of ma lice !
That our name should thus be coupled
W i th the name of a vi le scoun drel
In th e memor y of mort a ls 1
’ ’
Wer s t not better e e n to per ish
All unknown than draggle wi th i t
,
’
T hrough ete r n i ty 8 long ages
S uch a n a me i n c omradesh i p
Master Ch ri stopher Columbus
Was a her o and h i s temper
,
-
,
’
That was pure as e e n the sunlight ,
’
Was as ge n r ou s i n add i t i on
m
.

Many people u ch have g i ven ,

But Colum b us to the wor ld

Hath a wor ld entire i mparted ,
’ ’
And tis ca lld Amer i ca .

H e had not the power to fr ee a s

F r om o ur d r eary earthly pri son ,

But he managed to enlar ge i t

And our heavy chain to lengthen .

Mortals th a nk q y rever e him ,

Be ing not of Eur ope only

, ,

But of Afr i ca and As i a ,

Equally qu ite s ic k and weary .

One alone one he r e only

,

Gave u s mo r e and gave us better

Than Columbus that one mean I —

’
Who a God be s to w d upon u s .

H i s old father s name was Amram

’

And hi s mothe r s J och e be d ’

A nd hi mself h is name was Moses

, ,

And he i s my greatest he r e .

But my Pegasus th ou rt loi teri ng

, ,
’

Far too long w ith th i s Colum bus ;

Know thou that o u r fligh t to day is -

Wi th the les ser ma n wi th Corte s ,

— .
42 2 E mma s ’
ra ms .

Se
’
extend thy c olour d p in i ons ,

Wi nged steed ! and carr y me

’
To the new wor ld s beauteous country
That they Mexi co ent i tle .

Carry me to yonder c astle ,

Whi ch the monar ch Montezuma

’
K i n dly offe r d to his Spani sh
Guest s to be thei r habi tati on
, .

Not mere food and shelter only

In ext r avagant p r ofusi on
Gave the pr i nce these for ei gn strollers ,

Presents ri ch and pr eci ous also ,

Valuable wr ought wi th cunnin g

, ,

Al l of mass i ve gold and jewels , ,

’
Bear gay wi tness to the monarch s
Gener osi ty and favour .

Thi s un ci vilis ed unlearne d , ,

Super sti t i ons bli nd e d heathen

,

Sti ll beli eve d in fai th a nd honour ,

And the s a cr e ilness of guest ri ght -

.

H e accepted a proposal
To be pr e sent at a banquet
That the Spa ni ar ds in their cas tle
Wish d to gi ve to do hi mhonour
’

,
.

An d wi th al lhi s court att endants

Game the i noffens i ve mon a r c h
K i ndly to the Spani sh quar ters ,

Wher e by trumpets he was gre eted .

What they calld the enterta inment

’

Know I not T was ver y l i kely

’
.

”
Spani sh T ruth 1 of wh i ch the author 5
Name was Don Fer nan d o Cortez .

Cortez gave the si gna lfl tr a i gh t wa y

T hey a tta ck d the pea ceful mon a r ch
’

And they boun d h i mand re ta in d hi m

,
’

In the castle as a hostage .

But poor Montezuma di ed ther e ,

A n d the dam was br oken do wn

Wh i ch the bold a dventur ers
’

Fr om the people s wr ath pr otected .

42 4 H ar ms ’

POE M S .

T was befor e the sun had ri sen

’

That the ir mar ch began the Spani ar ds

N o t a s i ngle d111mwas b eaten ,

N o t a trumpeter was blo wi ng .

’
Twas their obje ct not to w ak en
From their qui et sleep thei r hosts
(F o r a h u n dr ed thousand Indi ans
Wer e e ncamp d i n Mexi co )
’ -

Yet wi thout hi s host the Span i ar d

’
R ecken d when h i s pl
,
ans he sett led ;
For the Mexi cans had ri se n
Earl i er still to day tha n he had
-
.

On the raft s and on the bri dges ,

Ou the forts they all were wai ti ng .

T hat they to the ir guests mi ght o ffer

Then and the r e the par ti ng cup .

Ou the r afts and for ts and bri dges

’
H a ! a fr anti c banquet fo l l
ow d

In r ed to r r ents s tr e a md the blood ’

And the bo ld carousers stru ggled ,

’
Struggled body p res s d to body
, ,

A n d we see on many naked

Indi an br easts the ar abesque
Of the Span i sh arms i mp r i nte d .

’
Twas a th r ottli ng and a chokin g
And a b ut cher y that slowly ,

Sadly slowly rolld sti ll onward

,
’

Over rafts and forts and bri dges .

’
Wh i lst the Indi ans sang and be llow d,
S i lently the Spani ards struggled ,

Step by step wi th to i l and labour

For their fli gh t a footin g ga i n i ng .

Fi ght ing thus i n narr ow passes

’
Small to d a y the advantage lyi ng
’
In old Europe s strategy ,

Or h er cannons armour horses , , .

Many Spani ar ds i n add i t ion

Wi th the gold we r e heavy laden,
Late ly captur ed o r extorted
A h 1that yello w lo a d of sin
 RO MANCERO . 42 5

L amed and h e mmd them 111 the confli ct ’

And the devi li sh metal proved

No t to the poor spi r i t o nly
R ui nous but to the body
, .

An d meanwhi le th e lake ar ound them

’
Wi th canoes and bar ks was co ve r d
A r chers i n them sat all shooti ng ,

A t the rafts and forts and b r i dges .

True they hi t in the confusi on

Many of thei r Ind i an b r ethr en ,

But they also hi t full many

Exc ellent and br ave h i dalgos .

On the thi r d b r i dge fell at last

Poor young Gaston who was beari ng ,

On that day the fla g whe r eon

Was the Holy Virg i n s i mage ’
.

’ ’
E en thi s image self was struck
By the mi ss i les of the Ind ians
Six such m i ssi les we r e left st i cki ng
In i ts very heart bri ght arrows ,
—
,

L i ke those swor ds of golden colour

Whi ch tr a nsfix the sorr owi ng bosom
Of the Mate r Dolor o s a
’
In Good Fr i day s sad pr ocessi on .

Gasto n when he di ed made over

, ,

H i s proud banne r to Gonsalv e ,

Who soon afte r war ds was stri cken

’
E en to death and di ed T hen Cortez
,
.

Se i zed h imself the p r e ci ous banner ,

H e the leader and b e he r e i t

, ,

Ou hi s s teed t il
l to w r d the eveni ng
’

When the figh t at length was o ver ;

Ou that day a h und r ed Spa ni ar ds

Fell and sixty in add it ion
,

Ei gh ty mo re a li ve we r e ta ke n
B y the Indi ans cruel hands
’
.

Many of them sor ely wounded ,

Wh o e r e long the ir b reath s urre n de r d ’

A nd a dozen horses too we r e , ,

’
Partly killd and partly c apt ur ed .
42 6
'

H E IHE S r oa ms
Cor tez and hi s a rmy only
’
J ust at even i ng ga i n d the shelter
Of the sh or e a seacoast planted
,

Ni ggar dly wi th weep i ng wil lows .

2 .

HE N the battle day 1s over,

C omes the fr ant i c ni ght of t1i umph
°

S e 111 Mexi c o a hundr ed

T housand lamps of Joy a r e flar i n g ;

Hundr ed thousand lamps of joy wi th ,

Wo o dp in e tor ches p i t ch r i ng fir e s
,
-
,

Th r ow a l i ght as c lear as dayli ght

Over palaces and temples ,

And gu ildh o us e s l ikewi se over

,
—

’
V i tzl i putzli s splendi d te mple ,

Idol fort r ess built of r e d br i ck ,

Strangely l ike the old E gypti an ,

Babyloni an and Assyri an

,

Monster bui ld ings so colos sal ,

As we see them i n the pi ctur es

Of the E ngl i sh Henr y M art in l .
ae

Yes i t i s the same br oad stair case

, ,

S e exce e d i ng b r e ad that on i t
,

Many thousand Mexi cans

U p and down are walki ng freely ,

Wh ils t upon the steps are lying

M ighty tr oops of savage wa rr i ors ,

Banqu eting 111 joyous fashi on ,

Fl m wi ne
us h d wi th tr i umph and wi th pal
’
-
.

Thi s great sta i r case le a deth upwar ds

L ike a z i gzag to the platfo rm ,

B y a balustrade sur r ounded

A t the summ i t of the te mple .

Ther e upon h i s altar th r one

,
-
,

S i ts the m i ghty V i tz lipu tzl i ,

’
Mexi co s bloodthirsty war god .

H e i s but an evi l monster ,

Doubtless J o hn Ma rti n is here meant .

428 E mms '

a Pe rms .

’
Sadly nea th the we ep i ng willows
Are the Spani ar ds s till r emai ni ng ,

Gaz i ng tow r d the d i s tant ci ty

Whi ch wi thi n the da rk sea water
M irrors back in sh e e r deri s i on
, ,

All the fla me s of for mer ple a sure

Ther e they stand as in th e pi t
,

Of a va st gi ga nt ic playhouse ,

’ ’

V i tz l
i p ut z l
i s temple s r adi ant
Platform serving a s the stage
Where they act a tr agi c mys t ry ’

To c ommemora te thei r tr i umph .

Hum a n sac rifi ce the play is ,

Old full old i ts pl ot i ts fa ble ;

, , ,

But the pi ece i s not so fearful

In the Chri stia n trea tment of i t .

F o r i nto the blood is red wi ne ,

And i nto th e ac tual body

Is a thi n and harmles s wafe r

’
Mongst th e se s avages at p resent
Was the joke in downri ght ea rne st
Taken up ; they fed on flesh .

And the blood was human blood .

’
Thi s tim s twa s i ndeed the pure blood
Of old Chri sti ans whi c h ha d never
,

Never mi ngled wi th th e baser

Blood of J ews or of Moris cos .

0 be joyful Vi tzli putzli !

,

Fo r to d a y ti s Spani sh b l ood
’
-
,

An d th e n mayst r efre sh thy nostrils

Wi th i ts warm scent gr eedi ly .

E ighty Spani ards wil l be s la ugh te r d

’

On thi s day to do th e e honour

Proud repast to gra c e the tab le
Of thy pri e st s who fles h deli ght in
, .

F or the pri est i s but a mor t al ,

And poo r man unha ppy glutt on

, ,

C annot l ike the god s live only

, ,

Ou sweet - ells and savoury od ourS .

 R OM A NCER O . 42 9

Har k ! the death drum now i s beating -

,

A nd the evil cowho r n sc r ee ches !

’
They pr o cla im the appr oachi ng advent
Of the vi c ti m
’
s sad proc e ss i on .

E i ghty Span i ar ds vi lely naked , ,

’
Wi th their hands secur ely fasten d
To the ir backs a r e harshly dri ven
,
’
U p the te mple s lofty sta i r case .

And to V itz lip u tz li s image ’

They must h o w t h e knee ri ght humbly ,

And must dance the wi ldest dan ces,

Fo r ci bly co ns tra in d b y tortures
'

Al lso te r ri ble and fearful ,

T hat their mad de n d sc r eams of angui sh

’

Over p o w r the whole c ollecti ve

’

Cann i bals wi ld char i vari

’
.

Poor spectators by th e oc ean !

Cortez and hi s wa r l ike comr ades
But too plai nly could di stingui sh
All the ir fr i ends loud cr i es of torment
’
.

Ou the stage too clear ly li ghted

, ,

They could see a las ! too plai nly, ,

Every figur e every gestur e

, ,

See the kn i fe and see the blood .

Then fro mo ff their heads the ir helmets

S i lently they took and knee l i ng , ,

Chaunted they the death psalm sadly -

,

And they sang the De P r ofundi s .

’
Mongst the number of the v i ctims
Was young Ra i mond de Mendoza ,

O ffspri ng of the lovely abbess ,

Cortez firs t and youth fullove

’
.

’
When he on the stri pling s bosom
Saw the wellr e me mbe r d locket
-
’

Whi ch en closed h i s mother s portrai t ’

B i tter bi tte r tears wept Cortez

,

But from o ff hi s eyes he wi ped them

W ith hi s b ufia lo s hard gauntlet
' ’

Deeply si gh d and sang i n c horus

’
,

Wi th the others : M i ser e re i

430 H EINE S POE M S .

OW the star s are glimmr ing paler ’

An d the mo rn i ng m i sts a r e ri sing

F r om the ocean flo o d l ike sp ir i ts
-
,

D r agging the i r whi te sh r ouds beh ind them .

Feast s and l i ghts a r e all e xtingui sh d ’

In the temple of the i dol ,

’
Wher e upon the blood soa k d pavement
,
-
,

P r i est and la i ty lie sno r ing .

N one a r e waki ng save R e d J a ch et .

By the last lamp s fli cke ri n g gl i mmer

’

S i ckly grinn i ng gr i mly jest ing

, ,

Thus the pr i est hi s god addresses

Vi tzl ipu tzli P u tz livi t z li !
,

Dar l i ng god my Vi tzli put z l

,
i 1
Thou to day hast had amusement
-
,

And has smelt a fr agrant odour !

'

Spani sh blood to day we o fie r d -

’

0 how savour i ly s te a md i t 1
’

And thy fin e and dai nty nostri ls

’
Su ck d the s c ent i n full of r aptur e !,
’

We ll to mo rr ow slay the hor ses

-
,

N e i ghi n g noble monste r s are they ,

’
O ffspr in g of the tempest spi r its
Amo r ous toyi ng wi th the seacow .

’ ’
If thou lt grac i ous be I l l slaughter,

In thi ne honour my two grandsons ,

Pr etty ch i ldr en sweet their blood is

,
—
,

My old age s only pleasure

’

But i ndeed then must be graci ous ,

A n d must gr ant us fur the r t r i umphs ,

Let us conquer dar l ing godhead

, ,

Putz l i Vi tzli p u tzli '

i vi t z l,

Al l o ur enemi e s destr oy thou ,

Al lthese strangers who fr om di stant

A nd st ill u n di sco ve r d countr i es
’

Hi ther came a cr oss the ocean

Wher efor e di d they leave their dwelli ngs ?
Was i t cr ime or h unger drove them
’
Stop at home and l i ve in q ui et
Is 1 sens i ble old pr over b .
 ’

432 H a n na s P OE M S .

’
Ther e thou lt fin d my aun t the rat q ueen ,
—
,
’
Squatti ng and she ll thus addr ess thee
,

S o good morn i ng naked sp i r i t 1 ,

Pr ay how far es i t wi th my nephew

Is he V i tz l
i p u tz lie d n i cely
In the gold l i ght sweet as honey ?
-
,

Does good for tune fr om h is for ehead '

Brush away all flie s and sorr ows

Or does K a tz l a ga r a sc r at ch hi m ,

Hated goddess of all evi l ,

Wi th h e r bla ck paws made of i r on

Wh i ch a r e s te e p d i n adder s poi son’ ’

Naked spiri t gi ve th i s answer

,

Vi tzli putzl i sends thee greeting ,

And a pe st ilence he w i shes

In thy belly thou accur st one ! ,

Thou di dst ur ge hi mto the confli ct ,

And thy c ounsel was destr uct i on ;

’
Soon wi ll be fulfilld the e vi l
Old and mournf ul pr ophe cy
’
Of the ki ngdom s s u bjugati on
By the men so fie r ce l y bear ded ,

Who on wooden b ir ds all flyin g

Fr om the Easter n land come hi ther .

T her e s an anc i ent p r over b also

’

’
Woman s wi lli s God s wi ll li kewi s e
’

And the God s wi ll i s redou bled

’

When the woman i s hi s mother .

She i t i s that wakes my anger ,

She the haughty queen of heaven

,

She a pur e and spotless vir gin

, ,

Wor kin g char ms and versed 111 magi c .

She p r ote cts the Spani sh people ,

And we all at length must per i sh ,

I the poor est of the godheads

, ,

A nd my poor dear Mexi c o

’

When thou h ast fulfilld thy message

’

R ed coat let thy naked sp ir i t

-
,

In a s a ndh ole cr eep sleep soundly

Out of si ght of all my m is ery .
 ROMANCER O . 433

Th is proud temple wi ll be sh a tte r d ’

I myself shall in i ts ruins

D i sappear mere dust and rubbi sh
,
—
,
’
N 0 one e er agai n wi ll see me .

Yet I shall not d ie ; we godheads

Grow as old as do the parrots ,

And we cast our ski ns and l ike them ,

Only change at t imes our feathers .

To my foe me n s nati ve country

’

Wh i ch they give the na me of Eur ope

I shall fly away beg inn ing ,

Ther e a really new career .

’
I ll turn devi l and th e god
,

Then shall be a God be wi th us - - -

’
As my foem a n s e vi l sp i r i t
I can work as be st may sui t me .

’
The r e my enemi es I ll t r ouble ,

An d alarm them all wi th phantoms ;

As a foretaste of bel ls torments ,

Bri mstone they shall smell i n plenty .

Both the i r wi se men and their do ltards ,

Il
’
lal lure wi th my sedu ct ions ;
And the i r vi rtue w illI t i ckle
T i ll i t laughs l ike any strumpet .

’
Yes I ll turn i nto a devi l
, ,

An d salute as my dear comrades

Satanas and Bel i al wi th hi m ,

Astaroth and Bee lzebub .

Thee I ll also greet O L i li s

’
, ,

S in s own mother smooth s kinn d serpent

’

,
-
’

T each me all thy dreadful secr ets ,

A nd the charmi ng art of lyi ng !

My beloved Mexi co ,

I no longer c a n p r eserve thee ,

’
But I ll fea rq y avenge thee ,
”
My beloved Mexi co 1
434 H EINE s r o a
’
ms .

B 00K II .
— ~
LA MENTA TI ONS ’
.

Goon fortune qui te a fickl e i ss is m ,

A n d i n one p lace w i lln e ve r sta y

m
Th e h a i r fro o ff th y fa ce wi th k i ss e s
S h e strok es, a n d the n sh e flies awa y .

M i sfortu ne to h er hea rt h oweve r

asp thee tightly ne e r omi ts
, ,
T o cl
’

S h e sa ys she s i n a hu rry n e ve r
’
,

S i ts down besi de th y be d a nd kni ts .

WOOD SOL IT UD E .

former days in my lif e 8 young morni ng ‘

,
’

I wor e a garland my br ow adorni ng

How wondrous ly gliste n d then every flowe r !’

The garland was filld wi th a magi calpower

’
.

Wh i le a llin the beauti ful garland took pl e asure ,

Its wearer they hated beyond all measu re ;
I fle d fr om the envy of mortals ru de ,

I fled to the wood s gre en solitude

’
.

To the wood ! to the wood 1 A l i fe of enjoyment

Wi th spi ri ts and beasts wa s my s ole employment .

The fai r i es and stags wi th thei r antlers tall

, ,
’
Wi thout any fear a pp r oac h d me all .

They all a ppr oach d me wi thout any ter ror

' ’
,

In thi s they knew they commi tted no err or ;

That I was no hunts me n the doe well knew , ,

T hat I was no babbler the fai ri es saw too

, .

None but fe els eve r bo ast of the fays approbati on

’

But how the remai n ing gentry of stat i on

That li ved i n the forest treated me well ,

I ve not the sli ghtest objecti on to tell

’
.

How round me h over d the e lfin rabble

’

That air y r a c e wi th thei r ch arm ing gabble !

.

T i s danger ous tru ly the ir gaze to meet

’
,

The bli ss it impa r ts is so de adly though sweet , .

436 na me s ’
Po ms .

"

They a l lhave ducks feet but obj ec t much to sh ow i t ;

’

And fancy that nobody else can know i t

T he ir so rr ow s so deep and hard to be a r
’

That to teaze them about i t I never co uld dar e .

Alas ! we a ll li ke those d warfs fullof feeling

, ,

We all have somethi ng that needs concealing ;

No Ch r i st i ans we fancy have ever d e scri ed
, ,
’
Wher e we our ducks feet so carefully h i de .

Salamander s for me had never attract i ons ,

I lea rnt ver y l i ttle r espe ct ing the ir acti ons

Fr om othe r wood sp i ri ts
’
They pa ss d me by ni ght
.

L i ke fle e tin g sh adows mysteri ously l i ght

, .

T hey a r e th i n as a sp i ndle and long as a baby , ,

Wi th br eeches and wai stcoats ti ght fittin g as may be -

Of scar let colour s e mbr oi der d wi th gold ;

’

Thei r faces are si ckly and yellow and old .

A golden cr o wn w ,
i th rub i es all over ,

Th e head of each of thei r number doth cover

The whole of the se vai n concei ted elves
Q ui te absolute monar chs consi der them s elves .

'

That they are not burnt in the fire i s truly

A g r eat pi ece of art I ackn o wledge i t duly
,

And yet the uni nfia mma ble Wi ght

Is far from bei ng a true fire spri te - .

The shar pest wood spi ri ts are mandrakes however ;

Sho r t legs have these bear ded manni ki ns clever ;
T hey have old men s faces the length of a span
’

, ,

B ut when ce they p r oceed i s a secret to man , .

When head over heels in the moonl i ght they tumble .

They remi nd one of r oots i n thei r nature qu i te humble

But as my welfare they always have sough t ,

T he ir o r i gi n really t o me matters nought .

[ 11 small a cts of w i t chcr aft they gave me i nstruct i ons

Ho w to ex e r ci se fla m
,

e s ply the birds wi th seduct i ons

, .

And also to pluck on M i dsummer n i ght

Th e r oot that makes one i nvi sible qui te
[ astraddle .

They taught me the star s and str ange S 1gns how —

To ri de on the wi nds wi thout any saddle ,

And R uni c sentences able to call ,

The dead from out of thei r si lent graves a ll .

 RO MANCERO . 437

They also taught me the whi stle myste r ious

That ser ve s to de cei ve the woodpecke r seri ous ,
And makes h i mg ive u s the Spu r ge to show ,

Wher e secr et tr easur es a r e hi dde n below .

’
T h e wo r ds that tis needful for people to mutter
When d i ggi ng for treas u r e they taught me to utter ; ,
’
But all i n vain for I ne er got by heart
,
’
Th e treasure di gge r s wonde r ful a r t
-
.

For money i n fact I then c ar ed not a ti ttle ,

My wants were soon sa tis fied b eing but li ttle ; ,

I p o s sess d many castles i n Spa in s fai r land

’ ’
,

T h e i n c ome fr om wh i ch came duly to hand .

0 char mi ng ti me when th e heaven s h i gh a r ches

’

With fiddle s wer e hung when e lfin mar ches ,

And n ixes dances and ce bold s glad play

’ ’

My story drunk hear t enchanted all day 1

-

O c har mi ng ti me when i nto ausp i c i ous

,

T r i umphal arches the fol iage del i c i ous

’
A pp ea r d to be twi n ing ! I wa nde r d around ’

My brow l ike a V i cto r s wi th laur el wreath cro wn d

' '
-
, . .

T hat charmi ng ti me has utter ly va ni sh d ’

And allthose pleasur es for ever a r e ba ni sh d ’

A nd a h 1they have stolen the gar land so fa ir

,

That I was then w e nt on my head to wear .

The garland i s g e ne tha t my loc ks sh ad ed over ,

’ ’
But how i t happen d I ne er could d i scover ;
,

Yet s i nce that beauteous ga r land they stole

My spi ri t has se e md depr i ved of i ts soul
,
’
.

The gh osts of the wo r ld wi th looks d imly star ing , ,

Gaze on me and heaven seems barr en and glari ng

, ,

A churchyar d blue i ts de i ties gone ;

,

I roam in the forest de press d and alone,

’
.

F r om the fo r est have va nish d the elves wi th the ir graces ’

Horns hear I and yelp ing of dogs i n thei r pl a ces

,

Wh ile hi d in the th i cket the trembl ing r oe ,

Is l icking her wou nds wi th te arful woe

[ h i d ing .

A n d whe r e a r e th e mandrakes ? Methi nks they are

In clefts of the rocks as a safe place of h id ing
,

My dear li ttle fr i ends I mreturn ing aga in ,

’

But ref t of my garland and joy I remain .

438 na ms e
’

POEM S .

0 where i s the fa ir y w i th ha ir long and golden

, ,

Fi rst beauty to whom I was ever beholden

T h e o ak tr ee whe r e i n h e r l i fetime she pa s s d
’
-

Stan ds mournfully s tri pp d and ba re d by th e blast

’

,
.

’
Th e waves of the str ea mlet r u n sa d as the Styx s ;
Besi de i ts lone banks si ts one of the n i xe s ,
A s pale and as mute as a figur e of stone ,
Whi le marks of deep gr i ef e e r e ach feature are thr own
’

I softly approach d h e r wi th heartf elt compassi o n

’

She ar ose a nd gaz ed on me i n si ngular fas hi on ,

A nd then she fled wi th a te r rifi e d mi en ,

As i f she some fear ful spectre had seen .

SPANISH L Y RICS .

WA S on Hube r t s day the year

’
—
was
Th i rteen hundred thr ee and ei ghty ,

That the ki ng a b a nquet gave us

In the castle at Segovi a .

These state ba nquets just the same are

Everywher e and at the tabl e s
,
’
Of all pri n c es so v r e i gn tedi um
Yawns wi th uncontested vi gour .

Ever ywher e the same silk rabble ,

Gaily dr es s il a nd pr oudly noddi ng

’

, ,

L ike a bed of gor geous tul i ps

D i fie r e n t only are the sauces
'

Wh i sper s all the time and buzzi ng

Lull the senses li ke the poppy ,

T i ll the sound of trumpets wakes us

Fr om our state of che wing deafness .

Nea r me , by good luck , was si tti ng

Don D i ego Albuquer que ,

F r om whose li ps the c onversati on

’
Fl o w d i n one unbr oken to rr ent .

He wi th wondrous skill r elated

Bloody stori es of the pala ce ,

Of the t imes of old Don Pedr o ,

Whom th ey ca lld the cr uel mo nar ch

’
.
440 Ha r ms
’

POEM S .

In the charmi ng to wn of Coi mbr a

Whi ch he fr om the Moors had taken ,

For the last t i me I beheld hi m ,

In thi s wor ld — unhappy pri nce !

,
~

H e was coming from A lca n z or ,

Th r ough the na rr ow str eets fast ri din g

Many a fai r young Moori sh mai den
Eyed hi mfrom her latti ced wi ndo w .

O e r h i s head h i s helm plume floa te d

’
-

Gallantly a nd yet h i s m a ntle s

,
’

R i gi d Calatr ava c r oss

Scared away alllovi ng fanc i es .

By hi s s i de and ga i ly waggi ng
,

W ith h i s tail hi s favouri te Alla n

,

Spra ng a beas t of pr oud descent

,
-
,

And who se home was the S i erra .

H e desp i te hi s s i ze gi ganti c ,

Was as nimble as a r e indeer ;

,

Noble was h i s head to look a t ,

’
Though the fox s i t resembled .

Snow whi te and li ke si lk i n softness

-
,

Down hi s back h i s long hai r floa te d ,

And wi th r ub i es br i ght i nc r usted

Was hi s bro a d and golden collar .

It was sa i d thi s co llar hi d th e

Talisman fide lity
Never d i d the fa i thful c reature
Leave the si de of hi s de a r maste r .

0 that fie r ce fidel i ty l
It exci tes my sta rtled feel i ngs ,
’
When I th ink how twas m a de public
’
Her e befor e our fri gh ten d presence
, .

0 that day so ful l of horr or !

Her e wi thin thi s ball i t happen d, ,
’

And as I to day a msi tt ing

,

-
,
’
A t the monar ch s table sat I .

At the hi gh end of the table ,

Wher e to day young D o n H e nri e o
—

Gai ly ti pples wi th the flo we r

Of Cast il i an chi valry ,
 R OMAN C ERO .
441

On that day there sat Don Pedr o

Darkly si lent and besi de him
, ,

P r oudly r adi ant as a goddess ,

Sat Mari a de Padi lla .

’
A t the table s lower end where ,

Her e to day we see the lady

-

Wi th the li nen fr ill capaci ous ,

L ike a wh i te plate i n appearanc e

.

Wh i lst her yellow fa ce i s gilded

W i th a sm i le of sour complexi on ,

L ike th e ci tron that i s lyi ng

On the plate alre a dy m
’
e n ti o n d ,

’
A t the table s lower end her e
Was a place remai n i ng empty
Some great guest of lofty stati on
’
Beem d the golden seat to wai t for .

Don Fr e dr e go was the guest for ,

Whom the golden seat was dest i ned ;

Yet he came not ah 1 now know we
,
—

But too well why thus he ta r r i e d .

Ah ! that selfsame hour the wi cked

Deed of blood was consummated
Am
,

d the i nnocent young he r o

’
Suddenly a tta ck d and basely
’
By D on Pe dro s myr m i dons ,

T i ghtly bound and qui ckly hurri ed

,

To a d r ear y castle d ungeon

L i ghted only by some to r ches .

Executi oner s stood r eady ,

And thei r bloody ch i ef was wi th them ,

Who upon h i s axe wh i le lean ing

Thus wi th sa dde n d look a d dr e s s d h im
, ,
’ ’

Now, G r and Master of San J ago ,

No w must thou for death p r e pa r e thee

Just one qua rter of a n ho ur
St i ll i s left for thee to pr ay i n .

Don Fr e dr e go then knelt humbly ,

And he pra y d wi th p i ous c almness

’

,
' "
And then sa i d I now have fini sh d ,

A nd rece i ved t h e stroke of dea th .

442
'

H EINE S P OEM S .

In the very selfsame moment

That th e he a d rolld on the pavement ’

Fa i thful A llan who had follow d

,
’

Allunseen sp r ang q ui c kly to i t

, .

Wi th h i s teeth the head strai ght seiz ed he

B y the long luxuri ant tr esses ,

And wi th th i s mu ch valued booty

Shot away wi th speed o f magi c .

Agoni z i ng shouts resounded

’
Everywher e as on he hast en d ,

T h r ough the passages and chambers ,

Somet imes upstairs someti mes down stai rs ,

S in ce the banquet of Belshazzar

Never company at table
Was so utter ly confounded
As was our s that filld thi s hall then , ’

When the monstr ous cr eatur e leapt in ,

Wi th the head of Don Fr e dr e go ,

Whi ch be wi th hi s teeth was dr agging

By the dr i pp i ng bloody tr es se s .

Ou the seat whi ch be i ng desti n ed ,

For h i s master still wa s empty ,

,

Sprang the dog and l ike a plai ntiff

Held the head before our faces .

Ah ! i t was the well r e me mber d -

’

’
Her o s features but sti ll paler
,

And mo r e solemn now when dead ,

And all fearfully enci rcled
-

By the lo cks in bla ck luxuri ance ,

Wh i ch stood up as di d the savage
Ser pent head dr ess of Medusa
-

Turni ng i nto stone thr ough te rr or .

’
Yes turu d i nto stone felt all then ,
,

Wi ldly stared we on e a ch other ,

And each tongue was mute and palsi ed

Both by etiquette and horror .

But Mari a de Pad i lla

B r oke the uni ver sal silen ce ;
Wringin g hands and sob bing lou dly
, ,

She for ebodi ngly lamented

444 HE ms E
’
POEM S .

Don D i ego s e e md embarras ed ’ ’

,
’
L ook d i f any one was l i steni ng ,

D eeply s i gh d and sa id a ssum i ng

’

, ,

A me r e wor ldli n g s jaunty a ccents’

These a r e ch ildr en of a monar ch ,

’
Ear ly orph a n d and thei r father
,

Was D o n Ped r o and their mother ,

Was Mar i a de Pad illa .

After the great figh t at Ner va s ,

Wher e Henr ico T r an s ta ma ra

F r eed hi s br othe r th i s Don Pedro, ,

Fr om h i s cr own s oppr ess ive burden ,

’

And fr om that st ill greate r bur den

Whi c h by men i s Li fe ent i tled ,

Don Henr i co s vi ctor kin dness

’
-

Also r ea ch d hi s b r other s ch i ldren

’ ’
.

U nder hi s own car e he took them ,

As becomes a ki ndly un cle .

And i n his own c a s tle gave them

F r ee of char ge both boar d and lodgi n g
, .

Na rr ow i s indeed the chamber

That he ther e allotted to them
Yet i n summe r i t i s c oolish ,

An d not over cold i n wi nte r .

For the ir food they li ve on ryebread

, .

A s deli c i ous i n i ts fla vou r

As if Cer es self h a d baked it
’

F or h er dear ch i ld P r oserp i na .

Oftenti mes he also sends them

Qui te a bowl full of gar banzos
—
,

And the youngste r s i n th i s manner

Lear n that ti s in Spa i n a S unday
’
.

Yet not always i s i t Sunday ,

And gar banzos c ome not always ,

And the upper huntsman t r eats them

To a banquet wi th h i s whi p .

For thi s wor thy upper huntsman ,

Who i s wi th the car e entru sted

Of the pa ck of b ounds together ,

W i th the cage that holds the nephe ws ,

 RO MAN CERO . 445

Is the most unhappy husband

‘

Of that a ci d Ci tronella
Wi th the fr ill so wh i te and plate l ike -
.

Whom we saw to day at table -

And she scolds so loud that often ,

On the wh i p h er husband se i zes ,

H i ther hastens and chasti ses

,

F i rst the dogs and then th e ch ildr en

, .

B u t the ki ng i s very angry

W i th h is conduct , and commanded
T hat h i s nephews should i n futur e
Never li ke the (logs be tr eate d .

He will not entrust to any

Me r cenary fis t the duty
Of correct i ng them but do i t ,

Wi th hi s own ri ght hand henceforward .

’
Suddenly s topp d Don D i ego ,
For the castle Seneschal
Now a ppr oa ch d u s and pol i tely
’

,
’
A sk d Had we e njoy d our d inner
’

TH E EX -LIVING ONE .

AYBrutus wher e can thy Cass ius be

. , ,

The watchman the c ri e r n i ghtly

, ,

Who once on th e banks of the Seine wi th thee

U sed to ra mble i n conve r se sp ri ghtly ?

Ye often we r e wont to gaze up on h i gh ,

Wher e the d a r ksome clou ds wer e scudd in g ;

A far darker cloud wer e the thou ghts by the bv ,
- -
,

That i n your bosoms wer e budd in g .

Say B r utus wher e can thy Cassi us be ?

, ,

N 0 longer he th i nks of dest royi ng ;

By the Necka r he dwel ls wher e hi s talents ,
i s be
As a reader to ty r ants employi ng .

But B r utus repl i ed A fool fr i end art thou , , ,

Shorts i ghted as every poet ;

T o a tyr a nt my Cass iu s now reads I allow , ,

But hi s o bject s to ki l lh im I know i t

’

,
-
.
 ’

446 H a nn a s POE MS .

Se M a tz era th po ems he reads h i meach day

’
s
“
’
,

A dagger i s ea ch line i n i t ;
And so the poor ty r ant I msorry to say
'

, ,

M a y d i e of ennui any mi nute ”

.

T HE E X -WA T CH M A N .

R OM the Necka r he departed ,

'
Wi th the town o f Stuttgar dt ve x d , '

And as play d ir ector star ted

-

In fair Mun i ch s c i ty next ’

All that c ountry s ver y pretty ’

And they in per fect i on her e ,

In t hi s fa n ey sti rr i ng ci ty
-
,

Brew the very best of beer .

But ti s sa i d the poor D ir ector

’

R ambles l ike a Dante glum

, , ,

Melan choly as a spe c tre ,

L ik e Lor d Byr on gloomy dumb , ,

.

Comed i es no longer heeds h e ,

Nor the ver y wor st of r hyme

Wr etc hed tr aged i es oft re a ds h e
N ot once sm
,

i li ng all the t i me .

Oft herself some fai r one fla tte r s

She wi ll cheer h i s sor r owi ng hear t
But hi s coat of mai l soon shatte r s
Every love d irected dart —
.

Alli n va in h i s fr i ends endeavour

To enl i ven h i mand sin g :
In thy l i fe r ejoi ce thee ever ,

Wh i le thy lamp s still gli mmering ! ’

Is ther e nou ght c a n r aise thy spi ri ts

In thi s fai r and char ming town ,

Wh i ch among i ts many meri ts

, ,

Boasts such men of grea t renown

It i s t r ue that i t has lately
,

Lost full many a man of worth

Whom we mi ss and valued gr eatly ,

Chor us leader s and so for th

-
.

A e
rec nt p t of grea t re p u ta o n
no H e wa s th e i i nt ti
o
oe .

i to R hi ne A nnual wi h Fre iligra th a n d Si mroci‘

t
'

ed r of th e
 ’
H a nna s P OEM S.

At h i s na me thy dull eye flash es ;

E x n i ghtwatchman watchf ul be 1
-
,

Th e r e the cowls a re her e the lash i s

, ,

Strike away as fo rmer ly 1

Scourge them worthy fri end devoutly ,
, ,

As at si ght of ever y cowl

Ulri ch di d he smote th em stoutly ,

A n d they fearfully did howl .

Old E r asmus could not master

Hi s loud laughte r at the joke
And thi s fortunate di saster
His tormentin g ulce r br oke .

Old and young laugh all the c i ty ,

—

In the general shout concur .

And they sing the well known di tt y —

Ga u dea m ur i gi tur 1
’
When those di r ty monks we r e catchin g
We a r e ove rwh e lmd wi th flea s ;
,
’

Hutten thus was always scr atchi ng ,

A n d was never at hi s ease .

”
Alea jacta est 1 however
’
Was the b r ave kn i gh t s battle shout
Smi ting down wi th d e a th str oke clever
,
,

Both the pri ests and rabble rout .

Ex n i ghtwatc h man now be wi ser !

-
,
’
F e e ls t then not thy bosom glow ?
Wake to acti on on the Isar ,
’
A n d thy s ic kly spleen o e rthr o w .

Call thy long legs tr ans c endental

Into full and act i ve play
Vulgar be the monks or gentle ,
’
If they r e monks then str i ke away 1
,

H e however s i gh d and wri ng ing

’
,

Both hi s hands he thus repli ed

My long legs so apt at spr i nging ,

Are wi th Europe stupified .

An d my cor ns are twi tchi ng sadly ,

T i ght the Ge rman shoes I ve o n ;

’

Wher e the shoe i s p in ch i ng badly

Know I now se pray be gone !
,
—
 ROMA s ens e . 44 9

MY T H OL OG Y .

Europa must kn ock under ,

could stand agai nst a bul l1 ‘

‘

’
Dan ae we ll for gi ve no wonder
Go lden r ai n m a de h e r a fooll
Se ml
’
e was a vi cti m real ,

Fo r she i nn ocently thought

That a heavenly cloud i deal
Could not injur e h e r i n a li ght .

But poo r Leda s tale notori ous

’

R eally st i r s up all o ur spleen

V a nq ui s h d by a swan in glor i ous
’

What a goose must she have been !

IN M A TILD A S
A LBU M ’
.

N th e se m
’
illd rags a change mysteri ous —

I wi th a goose qui ll must r ehea rse

-

Partly i n jest and par tly ser i ous

, ,
’
Some fool i sh nonsense tu ru d to ver se .

I who a mwont my thoughts to utte r

,

U pon thy r osy l i ps so fa i r

Wi th kisses that li ke bri ght fla me s splutte r
U p from my bosom s i nmost l
’
ai r !
0 fash i on 8 rage 1 If I m a poet
’ ’

E en by my wi fe I mplagued at ti mes
’ ’

s know i t)
U ntil (a nd other mi nstr e l
I in her album scrawl some r hymes .

T O T HE Y OU NG .

EBD not the conf us i on , r es i st th e i llusi on

Of golden apples that l i e in thy way 1
The swor ds are c lash ing , the a rr ows a r e fla shi ng ,

But they cannot long the her o delay .

A daring begin ni ng i s halfway to winn ing ,

’
A n Alexander on ce c o nq ue r d the earth 1
R estra in each soft feel i ng ! the queens a r e all kn e eli ng
In the tent to r eward thy vi cto ri o u s wo r th
,
.

Surmount ing ea ch burden we wi n as o u r guerdon ,

The bed of Dari us of old and h i s cr own ; ,

O deadly seduct i on ! O b l i ssfu l des tru c t ion !

To d ie th us in t r iumph in Babylon to wn !
450 mms ’
s POEMS .

TH E U NBEL IEV EB .

H OU
wi lt r epose wi th i n mi ne arms !
Wi th r aptu rous emot i on
My bosom heaves and thr obs and th ri lls
A t thi s deli ci ous noti on .

Thou wi lt repose wi thi n mi ne arms ,

Wh i lst wi th thy fa i r gold tr e ss es

I sport and thy dear dar lin g head
,

My shoulder gently p r e s ses 1

Thou wi lt r epose wi th i n m ine arms !
To tr uth wi ll turn my vi s i on ,

And here on e arth shall I enjoy

The hi ghest bli ss elysi an
St Thomas 1 Scar c e can I beli eve
.

The fact my doubts will linger

,

U nt i l upon my r aptur e s wounds

’

I lay my eager finge r .

WH ITHE R NOW

H ER
now my stupi d foot
to Ger m any would gui de me
B ut my reason shakes i ts head
Wi sely seemi ng thus to chi de me
,

Ended i s the war i ndeed ,

But th ey still keep up courts marti al -

.

An d to wr i ti ng thi ngs esteem d

’

’
Shoota ble thou rt far too parti al
, .

Tha t s qui te true and be ing shot

’

Has for me no great att racti ons ;

I mno her o and un skilld
’ ’

In patheti c words and acti ons .

Fa i n to England would I go ,

V i e w d I not wi th s u c h di spl e asu re

’

Engli shmen and c oa ls their smell —

Makes me si ck be yond all measur e .

To Ameri ca methin ks
I would sai l the br oad seas over
To that place of fr eedom where
All alik e ma y l i ve i n clover
,

.
452 Har ms ’
P OEM S .

R E A DY M ONE Y .

OV E ,
before she granted favours ,

On e
day told the god Apollo
She on gua ran tees i ns i sted ,

For the ti mes wer e false an d hollow .

Laughi ngly the god made answer

’
Yes the t i mes are a lte r d tr u ly
, ,

And thou speakest lik e a u sur er

Who on pawn lends money duly .

’
Well then I ve a lyr e one only
, , , ,
’
T i s of gold a good and rare one ;
,

P ryt hee say how many ki sses

Thou wi lt lend upon i t fair one ,

T H E OL D R OSE .

H E fo r whom my heart once beat

Was a ro sebud fair and tender
Yet i t ever grew mor e sweet ,

Burst ing i nto full blown splendour -

.

’
Twas the lovel i est tha t could be ,

An d to plu ck i t I bethought me
But i t stun g me pi quantly
Wi th i ts thorns and p r udence taught me
, .

Now when wi th e r d torn and ma i md

’ ’

, , , ,

B y the wind and tempests sh a tter d

’

Dearest Henr y I mp r ocla i md

,
” ’ ’

An d I mfo l low d sought and fla tt e r d

’ ’ ’
.
, ,

Henry her e and Henr y there

Calleth she wi th ceaseless di n now ;
If a thor n i s anywher e ,
’ ’
T i s upon the fai r one s chi n now .

0 how har d the bri stles grow

Ou the ch i n s warts of my beauty !
’

E ither to a convent go ,

Or to sh ave w illbe thy duty .

AUTO D A FE - -
.

th ese v i olets dusty tresses ,

blue ,
’
L ong for gotten ch e r i sh d trifles ,

And these half te r n bille ts d o ux

'

.
 RO MANCERO . 453

Al
l wi th
, an gry look and gesture
In th e blaz ing fir e I throw
Sadly crackle up these re lics
Of my happi ness and woe .

Vows of love and fond decei ving

,

B r oken oaths all upwards fly

In the c hi mney whi le in secr et ,

Cupi d l aughs malici ously .

Dream i ly bes i de the fire pl

ace
Si t I wh ile the spar kles bri ght
,

Glow in s ilence m i dst the ashes ,

S e fa rewell 1 good n i ght 1good n i ght

L A ZA R U &

1 TH E
. WA Y OF T H E WORL D .

who has already much ,

hi s wealth i ncreas ing fas ter

Who but li ttle i s of all ,

Soon be r eft by some d i saste r .

But if
tho u hast noth ing fr i end ,

Go and hang thyself th i s m

,

inute ;
Only they who ve aught o n ear th ’

Have a clai m fo r li ving in it .

2 R ET R OS PE CT
. .

’
VE at ever y smell that h a s b i rth
'

snu fl d
In thi s del i ghtful k i tchen of ea r th ;
Each thi ng that the wor ld c onta ins that s delici ous ’

Have I e njoy d l ike a her o amb it i ous

’

I ve drun k my c off ee and eaten w i th zest

’

, ,

A n d many a charm ing doll ca re s s d

'

Worn si lken wai stc oats and hand so me c oats ,

And had my po ckets well l ined wi th note s ;

The hi gh horse like Gelle r t the poet I r ode
, , ,

Had house and castle all a la mode - -

.

Ou fo rti me s ver dant meado w I lay

’

While on me the s u n gle a md b r ightly all day ; '

A wr eath of laur el my bro w emb ra c ed ,

And thr ough my bra in s we et vi s ions r a c ed ,

Sweet vi s i ons of endless May and fle wers

How ha pp ily flec te d then the ho urs ,
454 mama s ’
P OE M S.

So di mand hazy so full of repose

,
’
,

My mouth was filld wi th whatever I chose ,

And angels came and o ut of thei r pockets

,

The champagne bottles fle w like rockets ,

Br i ght v i si ons wer e these s oap bubb les a las ! —

,
-
,

T hey bur st ,
and I lie on the humi d grass ;
-

My li mbs are now r heumati c and lame ,

My in most sp iri t i s filld wi th sh a me ’

.

Alas ! each pleasur e and gra ti fica ti on

I bought at the p r i ce of bi tter vexati on ;
’ ’
I m s tee p d 111 bi tte r ness up to th e chi n ,

The bugs have ter ri bly b i tten my skin ;

Opp r e ss d by car e and gloomy sorr ow
’

I needs must lie and I needs must bo rr ow

,

From wealthy r asc als and slatter ns vi le

, ,
’
I even beli eve that I be gg d for a whi le .

A nd now I would fin i sh thi s wear i some rac e ,

And find in th e grave a resting place -

.

Fa r ewell ! In yon heavens good Ch r i sti an br oth er , ,

Once more we may hope to meet wi th each other .

3 R E SUR R ECTION
. .

HE tru mpet s wi ld e cho fills the ski es

’

’
As though i t summen d to battle ;
F r om out of their graves the dead ari se ,

T hei r limbs they wri ggle and ratt le .

Ea ch thin g that h a s legs pr epar es for the race ,

Th e spe ctres wh i te a r e all dri ven

To J e h osh a pha t t h e gather in g place
,
—
,

Wher e judgment i s now to b e gi ven .

T her e s i ts as Head of the Cou rt the Lo r d

, , ,

By all h i s apostles s u rr ound e d

Assessors are they ea ch j udgment each wo r d
,
—
,

On love and wi sdom i s founded .

No face i s di sgui sed i n all that array

F or every mask 18 seen fa lli ng
In the rad i ant l i ght of the judgment day ,

A t the sound of the trumpet enthralli ng .

At J e h o sha ph a t i n the valley at last

T h e whole of the tr oop i s un i te d
And si nce the defendants number 8 so vast
,
’ ’

I ve the summary only r e ci ted :

’
456 mm sa a
’

r oa sm .

’
The beam that he clung to that str e tch d o er th e current ’

Beneath h i mb r oke down and he s a nk i n the torrent

,

, ,

But the Ki tte n the Ki tten was saved

, .

’
We follow d the corpse of th i s dar li ng of ours
They buri ed h imunder a gr ave of May flo we r s
,

But the K i tten the Ki tten was saved

,
.

0 p r udent wert thou , thus ear ly in stri vi ng

’ ’
T o scape from l ife s sto r ms and i n har bour ,
ar ri ving ,

But the Ki tten , the Ki tten was saved .

Happy thou that thus ear ly thy danger was over ;

,

Befo r e th e n wer t i ll thou thy health d i dst r ecove r

, ,

But the K i tten the K i tten was saved

, .

’
f many a year have I thought ch ild so ch e r ish d
or , ,
’
Wi th envy and gri e f how thou ear ly hast pe r i sh d ,

But the Ki tten the K i tten was saved

,
.

7 . IM PE R F E CTION .

OT H ING is pe rfect i n thi s wor ld of o ur s ,

T h e thor n grows wi th the ro se , that queen
flo we r s ;
Meth i nks the angels , who for ou r p r o te ct ion
Dwe ll i n the ski es , a r e s ta in d wi th i mperfecti on
’
.

The tuli p has no scent The sayi ng i s .

Honour on c e stole a su cking pi g old q uiz ; ,

Had not Luc r et ia stabb d h er self sh e may be ,

Would have 111 ti me br ou ght fort h a thumping baby

The haughty pea co ck has b u t u gly feet
A woman may b e wi tty and d i s cr eet ,

And yet li ke Voltai r e s He nr i a de may weary

,
’
. ,
’
Or be , li ke Klopsto c k s famed Mess i as d r ea r y ,
.

The best of cows no Span i sh knows I ween , ,

Massmann no Lat in Mu ch too smooth a r e e en ’

T h e mar ble b utto cks of Canova s Ven u s ;

’

Too fla t i s M a ss ma nn s nose (b ut th i s between na )

’
.

In p r etty songs a r e h i dden wr et ched r hymes ,

As b ees stings i n the honey l ur k at t i mes

’

Of vulner able h e e lth e son of T het i s ,

And Alexan dre Dumas i s qui te a Meti s .

 a on mcs s o . 457

The fai rest star that in the heavens has bi rth ,

When i t has c aught a cold strai ght falls to ear th ,

Prime c ider of the bar r el bears the t r aces ,

’
And many a S pot the s un s bri ght face defaces .

’
And th e n much h on o ur d Madam even th e n
, ,

Faultless art not n or free fr om fai l i ngs now

, .

What then i s want i ng askest th e n and sta r e s t

, , ,

A b osom a nd a soul wi th i n i t fai r est !

, ,

8 . P IOU S WA R NING .

thou dost q u i t th i s mor tal abode ,

sp iri t be war e thee ,

Lest danger s seek to ensnare th e e ;

Through death and n i ght conduc te th the roa d .

The s old i ers of God at the golden door

Of the c i ty of l i ght a r e collected
Here acti o ns and deeds a re respected ,

Mer e name and stat i on avail no mor e .

The p ilgri m leaves at the portal beh ind

H i s shoes so heavy and d usty ;
0 ente r wi th co n fide n ce t r usty ,

Soft sli ppers sweet mus i c a nd rest thou lt

, ,
’
find .

9 . T H E C OOL E D -D OWN ONE .

dea d we long must lie a re ,

the tomb ; d is tr e ss d a mI
’

Yes sad a mI that r esur re cti on

,

Delays so long to g ive pe r fe c ti on .

Once mor e befor e the l i ght of l ife

,
’
Is q ue nch d befor e thi s wear y st r ife
,
’
Is o e r fai n would I e r e I pe r ish
, , ,

Have woman s love to bless and cheri sh ’

,
.

Some fa ir one I would now i n vi te

Wi th eyes as soft as moonbeams l i ght
’

No mor e I r el i sh the advan c es

Of wi ld brunettes wi th b ur ni ng glance s .

Young men ex ulting i n their youth, ,

P r efer tu multuous love i n t ruth

W i th them ex citement s all the fa sh i on
'

And soul enth rall ing mutual pa s s i on

-
.
 ’

458 HEINE S POEM S .

No longer young ber eft of power ,

As I alas ! a mat th i s hou r

,

, ,

I fai n on ce mor e would love i n qui et ,

And happy be wi thout a ri ot ,

—
.

10 S OL OM ON
. .

HE d r ums trumps cor net s at length sink to

, ,

slum b er ,

B y Solomon s c ou ch as he l i eth sleep i ng

’

, ,

Full g ir ded angels the watch a r e keeping

-
,

On e i the r s i de s ix thousand i n number .

The monar ch pr otect they from ca r es whi le dreami ng

And as he fr owns i n h i s slumber s ni ghtly ,

F r om out of the i r sheaths st r ai ght dr aw they l i ghtly

T welve thou sand swor ds all fie r ce ly gleami ng ,
.

B ut p r esently back i n their sheaths a r e fall ing

T h e angels swo r ds T h e b r ow of the sleeper
’
.

G r ows smooth hi s slumbe r i s softer and deeper

, ,

And se e n hi s l ips a r e gently call ing

0 Sulami th thou whom so dear ly I cheri sh 1
,

O er countr i es and ki ngdoms I rule great and

’

glo ri ous ,

Of Isr ael and J udah the monar ch vi c tor i ous ,

But i f thou lt not love me I wi ther and per i sh

’

,
.

11 L OS T
. WIS H E S .

MILAR i n di spos i ti on ,
’
L i ke a br other link d to br other ,

We un c ons ci ously wer e ever

Gr owi ng fonder of ea ch other .

’
Each one knew the other s meanin g ,

J u st as if we wer e o mni s ci ent ;

Wo r ds i n fac t we found su p e r flu ou s
, , ,

And a look was qui te s ufiici e n t .

’
How I long d to have thee near me ,

R evell i ng i n pea ce and plenty ,

As my staun ch and val i ant comrad e

In a dolce far n i ente 1
Always to rema i n bes i de thee
Was the a i mof ea ch endeavour ;
,

Ever yth i ng that gave thee pleasure ,

To accomplish sought I ever .

460 Ha r ms ’
POEMS .

Sweet stout li ttle one return not

, ,

Home on fee t I must i mplor e th ee

,

A t the barr i e r gate i s stand i ng

A fia cr e a l
l ready fo r thee .

. AGAIN
13 M E E T ING .

NE summer eve in the woodb ine bower ,

We sat once mor e at the wi ndow lonely ;

T h e moon ar ose wi th l i fe g i vi ng power -
,

But we a ppea r d t wo spectr es only

’
.

Twelve year s had p a ss d since the last occasi on’

When we on thi s spot had sat together

Each tend er glow ea c h loving per su as i on
,

H a d meanwh i le been q u e n ch d i n life s rough wea ther

’ ’
.

I si lently sat Th e woman howeve r

.
, ,

Just l ike her sex amongst love s ashes

,
’

Must need s be r akin g bu t vai n h e r e ndeavour

,

T o kin dle agai n i t s long q u e n ch d fla sh e s

’
— .

And she r ecounted how she h ad contended

Wi th e vi l thoughts the sto r y di s closin g
,

How har dly she on c e h e r vi rtue defended ,

I stup i dly l i stened to all h e r p r osi ng .

When homewar d I r ode the t r ees bes i de me ,

L i ke sp ir i ts beneath the moon s r ays fii tte d ’

Sad vo i ce s ca lld but onwar d I hi ed me

’

, ,
'
Yes I and the dead who my si de ne e r qui tted
, ,
.

14 MR S CA R E
. . .

for tune on me shed h e r ray

gnats a r ound me da n ced all day ,

Plenty of fr i ends then ch e r i sh d me ’

And all in fa sh i on b r other ly

, ,

My via nds wi th me ta sted ,

And my last penny wasted .

Fortune has fle d and voi d i s my p urse

, ,

My fri ends have left for bette r for worse ,

E xt in gui sh d i s each sunny r a y

’

Aroun d me the gnats no longer play

My fri e nds and the gnats together
Have gone wi th the sunny weather .

Bes i de my bed i n the w i nter ni ght

Old Car e as my nur se s i ts bolt upr ight 3
 110 111 11011 10 . 46 1

She wears a hab i t that s wh i te enough

’

A bonnet black and takes h e r snu fi

'

, .

The box is har shly c r eaki ng ,

As th e woman a p i nch is seeking .

I often dream that the happy t ime

’
Of bli ss has r e tur n d and May s youn g pri me
’

, ,

A n d fri endshi p and all the gnats as well

, ,
'

When c r eaks the s n ufibox and sad to tell ,

—
, ,

T h e bubble i s st r ai ghtway br eaking ,

While th e nur s e h e r snuff i s taking .

15 T O T H E A NG E L S
. .

HIS is
dread Thanatos in deed 1
H e comes upon hi s pale wh i te ste ed ; -

I hear i ts t r ead I hear i ts trot , ,

T h e dusky hor seman spa r es me not ;

H e tears me from Mat ilda s fond embraces
’

T hi s tho ught of woe a llother thoughts e fiace s

'

She was at once my c h ild my wi fe , ,

A nd when I qu i t thi s mo r tal li fe

’
A n o rph a n d wi do w wi ll sh e be 1
’
I leave alone on ear th s wi de sea
The wi fe th e chi l d who trusti ng to m y gui di ng
, , ,

Slept on my bosom car eless and confidi ng , .

Y e angels i n you heavens so fa i r

R ece i ve my sobs r e ce ive my prayer !
When I a mbur i ed fr om ab ove
,

Protec t the woman that I love !

Be shi eld a nd gua r d ian to your o wn re fle ct io n ,

Grant my poor chi ld Mat ilda your protecti on !

’
B y all the te ars e e r shed by you
Over men s woe s i n p ity tr ue
’

B y that dread wo r d that p r iests alone

Know and ne e r br eathe w i thout a groan
,
’

B y all yo u r beauty gentleness perfe c t i on

, , ,

Y e angels grant Mat i lda yo ur p r otecti on !

,

16 . IN OCT OB E R 1849 .

ather now i s calm and mi ld ,

h u s h d on c e mor e the tempest s vo i ce

’
is,
’

And Ger many that o e rgr o wn c h ild ’

On ce more in i ts 31d Chr i s tmas tree s rejoi c es

, ,

.
462 Ha ms
’
POE M S .

Domest i c joys we now pu r sue ,

Allth i ngs beyond a r e false and hollow

’
And to the house s gable too .

Wher e on ce he built h i s nest comes conc o rd s ,

’

swallow .

Fo r est and stream r est peacefully ,

’
W ith the soft moonlight o e r them playi ng ;
But hark a cr ac k ! A shot may t be
, ,
’

It i s per cha n c e some fr i end whom they are slayi ng .

Pe r chance wi th wea pons i n hi s hand ,

Some madcap they have overtaken ;

(All do not fli gh t we l
l unde r stand

L i ke Horace who so ni mbly saved h i s ba c on )

, .

Cr a ck Cr ack l A fete , may I pr esume ,

,

Or fir e wo r ks in o u r Goethe s honour ?
’

Or Sonta g ri s i ng from the tomb

Gr eeted by r o ckets showerin g down upon her

An d F r anc is L i szt app e ars aga i n 1

H e li ves he l i es not dead and gory
,

Ou some Hungari an battle- plai n ,

’
R uss i an and Great have not q u e n ch d hi s glory .

’ ’
Freedom s last bulwar k was o e r thr o wn ,

And H ungar y to death i s bleedi ng

Fr anci s our Kn i ght es caped alone
, , ,

H is swo r d a qui et l i fe at home is leadi n g .

Franci s sti ll l i ves ; when old and gray

Of th e Hungari an wa r devoutly
He ll tell hi s grandsons
’
T hus I lay ,

And thus my tr usty bl a de I w i elded stoutly 1

Heari ng the name of H un gar y ,

My German wa i st coat gr ows too n a rrow ;

Beneath i t foams a r agin g sea ,

The trumpet s clang seems thrill

’
i ng through my
m a rr ow .

Once mor e ac r oss my memory th r ong

T h e her o legend s str ai ns enthrall
i ng
’
-
,

The wi ld and i r on mart i a l song ,

T h e N i be l
un e s overth r ow appalli ng
’

g .
464 mama s ’
P OE M S .

When I a 1i fr om the stem had br oken ,

I gave i t h e r and then these wor ds a ddr e ss d

,
’

Otti li a be my wi fe by th i s dear token

, ,
”
That I may be as good as thee and blest , .

’
The answer that she gave i t r e ach d me never , ,

F o r pr e sently I woke and now h e her e

,
—

In my s i ck chamber weak and illas ever

,

As I have hop eless lai n for many a year .

18 IT G OE S OU T
. .

3, as ends the play ,

And d i d the p i ece g ive sat i sfacti on

Methi nks they found i t of att r acti on .

A much r espected publ i c then

-

It s poet thankf ul ly c o mmen ded

’
But now the hous e i s h us h d again ,

And li ghts and mer r i ment a r e ended .

Bu t har k to that dull heavy clang

Hard by the empty stage s mi ddle ! ’

It was per ch a nc e the bur st ing twang

Of the wo r n stri ng of some old fid dle
‘

Wi th r ustl ing noi se a cr oss the p i t

Some nasty r ats lik e shadows fli t ,

And r anc i d oilall pla ces smell of ,

And the last lamp wi th gr oans and si ghs

,

Despair i ng then goes o u t and di es

, .

M y soul was thi s poor li ght I tell of .

19 . TH E WIL L .

OW that li fe i s near ly spent ,

’
Her e s my wi ll and testament ,

Givi ng ever y fe e a p r esent ,

As a Chri st ia n fin d s i t pleasant
Let these gentr y fu ll of mer i t
Have my si ckness as their guer don ,

Al lthat makes my l ife a bur den ,

All my w r etched pangs i nheri t .

I bequeath you allth e coh o

Wh i ch my b ell y tweaks i n froli c ,

Strangur y and these p e rfidiou s

Prussi an p i les so shar p and hi deous .
 R OMA NCER O . 46 5

U nto you my cramps be gi ven ,

Pai ns i n j oints a nd salivat i on

Pains in back a nd in fla mma t i on
, ,

, ,

Ever y one the g ift of heaven .

Let th is codi ci l then follow

Lo r d ! that wr etched her d demoli sh ,

And the i r ver y name aboli sh ,

As they i n their vileness wa llo w

2 0 E NF A NT PE R D U
. .

ORL ORN posts leadi ng thi r ty long years fought

, 1
’
Stoutly an d well on freedom s battle plai n ;
Hopele ss of t r i umph never hoped or thought I
,

Safe and u ni nj ured home to se e again .

wa tch d
’
I both day and ni ght slept not a ti ttle ,
,

As when I camp d amongst my fri ends of yo r e

’

(A nd i f I felt i n c lin ed to doze a li ttle

’
,

soon was wa ke n d by my nei ghbour s snor e ’

.

Inthose long ni ghts e nnui would oft assai l me ,

And fear as well ti s fools who never fea r

To sc ar e them I deli ghted to r egale me
,

Wi th whi stli ng songs a llfull of gi be and jeer .

Yes watchfully I stood my weapon grasping

, , ,

If a susp i ci ous looki ng fool drew ni gh

I took a careful a i m and lai d hi mgasping
,

Wi th a hot bullet in hi s paunch or th i gh .

But by and by if I may so expr ess i t

- -
, ,

Thi s cl umsy fool whom I so much der i de

, ,

Proves the best shot ; and now I must confess it , ,

My blood pours forth my woun ds are gap i ng wi de , .

A post is vacant 1 All my wounds a r e gaping

One fal ls th e others fo l
,
lo w in hi s wake ;
’
Unva n q ui s h d fall I from my hands escap ing
,
—

My arms break not my heart alone doth br eak

, .
16 6 Ha ms ’
POEM S .

B 00K III .
—
H E B R E W M E L OD IE S .

0 L ETth e da ys o f th y l ife pas s n ot

W th ou t as ti ng life s lsse s
i t ’
bi
A nd i f t h ou rt sh e l
’
te r d fro
’
th e s m hot
m
.

L e t i t fly, for i t i sses .

t
If for u n e shoul d eve r be pa ssing th y wa y,
To gra s p h e r, fo rt h sa l
y ; l
b il mmi
,

t th y cotta ge , I pr ay,
’
D on t u d on t h e su
B ut d o wn in th e va l ey l .

P RINCE SS S A BBA TH .

N
’
Ar abi a s books of stori es
R ead we of en chanted pri nces ,

Who fr om ti me to ti me r e c ove r d ’

T heir onc e hand s ome p r i s tine features ;

Or the wh i lome hai ry monster

’
To a ki ng s son i s converted ,
’
D r e s s d i n gay and gl i tte r ing garments ,

And the flute di vi nely playi ng .

Ye t the magi c t ime exp ires ,

And once more and of a su dden

We behold h is r oyal h i ghness
Changed i nto a s haggy monster .

Of a p r ince of such l ike for tune —

S ings my song H is name i s Isr ael . .

And a wi tc h s art has c h an ged h i m

’

To the figur e of a dog .

As a dog wi th dog gi sh not i ons

, ,

All the week h i s t i me he muddles

’
Through li fe s filthin es s and sweep i ngs
To the scavengers deri s i on ’
.

But upon each Fri day evening ,

J ust at t wil i ght the en chantment ,

Ceases suddenly the dog —

,

Once mor e i s a human be i ng .

46 8
’
H a nna s POEM S .

Th i s most char mi ng marria ge di tty

Was composed b y the illustr i ou s
Fa r and wi de kn own Mi nnesin ger
Don Jeh u da ben Halevy .

In the song was celebrated

T h e espousals o f Pr i n c e Israel
Wi th the lovely Pr i n ce s s Sabbath ,

Whom they call the si lent pri ncess .

Pear l and flowe r of perfe ct beauty

Is the Pr in c ess Fai rer never
.

Was the famous queen of Sheba ,

Solomon s old bosom fri end

’
-
,

Ethi op i an vain blue stock ing -

,

Wh o wi th h e r esp r it would dazzle ,

And wi th all h e r clever r i ddles

Was I fear extremely tedi ous
, ,
.

But our Pr i nce ss Sabbath who was ,

Peace i tself pe r s oni fie d ,

Held in utte r detestati on

All debates and wi t en counters -
.

Equally a bh orr d she noi sy ’

And declamator y passi on ,

Al lthat pa thos wh i ch wi th flo wi ng
And di sh e ve lld hai r storms w ildly
’
.

Modestly the silent pri nc e ss

In her hood con ceals her t resses
’
S o ft as the gazelle s h e r looks are ,

Slender as an Adda s blooms she .

She allows her lover allthi ngs

S ave this one tobacc o—smokin g
—

Loved one 1 smokin g i s for bi dden

,
'

For to day the Sabbath i s

—
,

But at noon i n compensati on

T hen a steam
, ,

i ng di sh shalt taste o f .

Whi ch i s perfectly deli ci ous

’
Thou shall eat to—day some Sch a le t 1
S ch a l
e t beauteous spar k i mmor tal
, ,

Daughte r of Elysi um
Thus would Sch i ller s song have sung i t ’

Had he ever tasted Scha le t .

A pa rody on th e b e g inni ng of S chil

ler s Hymn to J oy ’
 RO MAN CE RO .

Scha l
e t is the food of heaven ,

Whi ch the Lo r d Hi mself taught Mo ses

How to cook when on that vi si t
To the summi t of Mount S inai
,

Where the Lord Almi ghty also

Every good reli gious doctrin e
And the holy te n commandments
’
P ublis h d in a s to r m of li ghtni ng .

Sc h ale t i s the pur e ambr os i a

That the food of heave n compo se s

Is the br ead of Paradi se
And compared wi th food so glori ous ,

The ambr osi a of the s puri ous

Heathen gods whom Greece once w o1 ;hip;
And wer e naught but mu ffled devi ls ,

Was but wretched devi l s dung ’

.

When the pri nce thi s food hath tas ted ,

Gleams hi s eye as if tr a ns figur ed ,

And his wai stcoat he unbuttons

And he spe aks wi th smi les of rapture
Hear I not the J or dan mur muring ?
Is i t not the gush ing fountains
In the pal my vale of Beth E] -
,

Wher e the camels have their stati on

Hear I not the sheep bells ri ngi ng
- ?

Is i t not the well fed wethers

-

Whom the herd sman dr i ves at eveni ng

’
Down from Gi l ead s lofty mounta i n
Yet the beauteous day fa des qui ckly ;
As wi th long and shadowy legs
’
Hastens on the fell enchantment s
Evi l hour the pr i nce sighs sadly
, ,

Feeli ng as though wi th hi s bosom

Icy wi tc hes finge rs grappled ;
’

He s pe r vaded by the fe a r of
’

Cani ne metamor pho si s .

To the pri nce then hands the princess

Her own golden box of spik enar d ;
Long he smells on c e mor e des irin g
T o find co m
,

fort i n swee t odours .

47 0 H EINE s P o
'

ms .

Next the parti ng dri nk the pr in ce ss

G i ves the pr i nce H e hasti ly —

D r inks and in the goblet only

,

Some few drops are left untasted .

Wi th them S prinkles he th e table ,

Then he takes a little wa xligh t

’

And he di ps i t in the moi stur e

T ill i t crackles and goes out .

J E HU D A B E N HALEV Y .

A F me mm r.

1
em
F J e r u sa l
I ever
,

Should for get thee let my tongu e ,

T o my month s roof cleave let als o

’

My ri ght hand for get her cun ni ng

Words and melody are whirli ng
In my he a d to day unceasi ng
-
,

And meth i nks I hear sweet voi ces

Si ng in g psalms ? sweet human vo i ces .

Often to the li ght come al so

Bear ds of sh ad owy long proporti ons-

Say ye phantoms whi ch amongst you

'

, ,

Is J e h u da ben H alevy ?
But they qui ckly hustle by me ;
Spi ri ts ever shun wi th terror
Exhortati ons of the li vi ng
But I recogniz e d hi mwell .

Well I kne w hi mby hi s pallid ,

Haughty hi gh and thoughtful forehead

, , ,

B y h is eyes so sweetly stari ng ,

Vi e wi ng me wi th p i er cing sorrow .

But I reco gni zed hi mmostly

B y the en i gmati c smi le wh i ch
O e r hi s fa ir rhymed l
’
i ps was playi ng ,

Such as none but poets boast of .

Years come on and year s pas s swi ftly

S ince J e huda ben Halevy
Had h i s bi rt h have seven hun dre d
,
’
Yea rs and fifty fie e ted o er us .
47 2 ns ms s ’
POE M S .

F i ght ing s chool wher e the expe rtest ,

D i alecti c athletes both of

Babylon and P umped ith a
Carr y on their men tal combats .

Her e the boy could gain i nstructi on

In the arts too of polemi c s ;
. ,

Late r i n the book Cosari

,
’
Was hi s master shi p e sta blish d .

Yet the heavens pou r down upon u s

L i ghts of two di sti nct desc ri pti on
Glari ng da yl ight of the sun ,
’
And the moonl i ght s softer lustre .

Thus t wo d iffer ent l i ghts the T almud

Also sheds and i s d i vi ded
,

In Halacha and Hagada .

No w the firs t s a figh t ing school

’

But the latter the Hagada , ,

I should rather call a garden ,

Yes a gar den most fantasti c

, , ,

Compar ab le to that other ,

Whi ch i n days of yor e was planted

In the town of Bab ylon
G reat Se mira m
,
'

i s s gar den ,

That e i ghth wonder of the wor ld .

’
Ti s sa i d queen Semi r ami s ,

Who had when a ch i ld been br ought

, , up
B y the bi r ds and had contract ed
,

Many a b i rd s peculiar custom

’

Ou the mer e fla t ground wo uld never

Pr omenade as human c r eatur es
,

Mostly do and so she planted

,

In the a i r a han gin g garden .

H igh upon colossal p illars

Palms and cypress es wer e stand ing ,

Golden or anges fair fio w r beds ,

’
-
,

Marble sta tues gush ing fountai ns , ,

F irmly skilfully uni ted

,

B y u nnu m
’
be r d hangin g b r i dges
’
Wh i ch a ppe ar d l ike climbi ng plants ,

And whereon the birds were r o c ki ng ,

 ROMANCERO .

Solemn birds large many colour d

, ,
-
’

All deep th inker s neve r s ingi ng , ,

’
Wh ile around them fin ch e s flu tte r d
Keep ing up a merr y t wi tte r ,

All th i ngs her e we r e blest and t eem i n g; ,

W ith a pure balsam i c frag rance ,

Wh i ch was fr ee from all offensi ve

Ear thly smells and hateful odours .

The Hagada is a gard en

That thi s air y wh i m resembles ,

And the youthful T almud scholar ,

’
When h is heart was overp ower d
And was d e a fe n d by the squabble
’

’
Of the Halacha by di sputes ,

All about the fatal egg

Lai d one feast day by a pullet ,

Or about some othe r quest i on

Of the same i mpor tan c e strai ghtway ,

Fled the boy to find r efr eshment

In the blossoming Haga da
Where the charming olden sto r i es ,

Tales of angels fame a s legends

, ,

S i lent h i stori es of martyrs ,

Festal songs and wor ds of wi sdom

, ,

’
Hyperboles far fe tch d i t may be
-

But impre ss d w i th deep conv i cti on

, ,
’

,
’
Full of glowi ng fai th all gl i tte r d —

oo md and sprung i n such abundance

,
’
Bl .

A n d the st r i pli ng s noble bosom

’

Was perva ded by the savage

But adventure breathi ng sweetness
-
,

By the wondrous b l issful angu ish

And the fab ulous w ild te rr ors
Of that bli ssful secr et wo r ld ,

Of that m i ghty revelati on ,

Known to a s as Poesy .

And the art of Poesy ,

R ad iant kn owledge understand ing , ,

Wh ich we c a ll the art poeti c ,

' ’
Ope n d on the boy s mi nd als o .
4I 4 ns ms s
'

POEM S .

A n d J e h u da
ben Halevy
Was not mer ely skilld i n readi n g ’

But i n poetry a master ,

And hi mself a fir s t r ate poe t - .

Yes he was a fir s t r ate poet

,
-
,

Star and torc h of hi s own age ,

L i ght and beacon of h is people ,

Yes a ver y wondrous mi ghty

,

F i ery p illar of a llsong ,

T hat p r e ceded Is r ae ls mournful

’

Car avan as i t was mar ch ing

Through the de sert of sa d exi le .

Pure and tr ue ali ke and spotless ,

Was hi s song as was hi s S p i r i t ;

,

When thi s spiri t was cr eated

By i ts Maker self content d
,
—
e
,

H e embraced the lovely sp i r i t ,

’
An d that ki ss s beauteous e cho
’
Thr i lls through all the poet s numbers ,
’
Whi ch are hallow d by thi s grace .

As i n li fe in numbers also
,

Grace is g r eatest good of a ll

H e who has i t ne e r transgresses
’

In hi s pro se or in hi s verses .

Geni us call we such a poet

Of the mi ghty grac e of God ;
H e i s undi sputed mon ar c h
Of the bou ndless re alms of fancy .

He to God alone acco unte th ,

N ot to m a n and as i n lif et i me
, , ,

S e i n art the mob have powe r

To des troy but not to j u dge u s
, .

2 .

By the st reams of Babylon

Sat we down and wept we han ged ,
”
Our sad harps upon the willows
Know s t thou not th e olden song
’
47 6
’
H a nna s P OEM S .

Who in all h i s sacr ed me tres ,

In h i s ma dr i gals t e rz in as
, ,

Canzonets and str ange gh a s ol

,
as
’ ’
P our d out all the abundan t fir e
’
Of h i s noble god kiss d sp i r i t !
-

Oi a truth thi s t r oubadour

Was upon a par wi th a llthe
Best lute player s of Provence
-
,

Of Poi tou and of Gui enne ,

R ouss i llon and every other

Charmi ng orang e gro wi ng regi on —

Of gallant old C hri s tendom .

Charmi ng orange growi ng regi ons -

Of gallant old Chr i stendom !

How they gli tter smell and ti ngle , ,

In the t wi li ght of r emembr ance 1

Beauteous wor ld of ni ghtingales !
Whe r e we only in the place of
The true God the fal se God worshi p ; 1
"

Of the Muses and of love .

Cler gy beari ng wr eaths of r o se s

,

Ou the i r bald pates sang the psalms ,

In the char ming langue d oc ; ’

Lai ty a llgallant kni ghts

, ,

On thei r h i gh ste e ds proudly tr otting ,

Verse and rhyme wer e ever maki ng
T o the honour of the ladi es
Whom thei r heart s to serve deli ghted .

’
There s no love wi thout a lady .

Therefore to a M innesi nger

Was a lady just as needful
As to bread and butter butte r
— -
, .

An d the her o whom we s i ng of

, ,

Our Jeh u da ben Halevy ,

’
Also h a d hi s heart s fai r l a dy
But she was of speci al ki nd .

She no Laur a was whose eyes , ,

Mortal constellati ons k indled ,

Ou Good Fri day the noto ri ous

Fi re wi thi n the famed Cath edral;
 ao m cs no . 47 7

She was not a Chatelai ne

Who att ir ed i n youthful grace s
, ,

Took the chair at to urnaments ,

A nd the laurel wreath pr esented

C asui st i n the laws of ki sses
She was not no doctr i nai r e
, ,

Who wi thi n the lear ned c ollege

Of a court of love gave l e c tures .

She the R abb i was i n love wi th

Was a poor and mournful loved one
Woeful i mage of destruct i on
,

And h e r name J erusalem ! —

In hi s ea r ly days of chi ldh ood

She hi s one sole love was al ways ;
E en the wo r d J e rusa le m
’

M a de hi s youthfulsp i ri t qui ver .

Purple fla mes wer e ever standi ng

’

Ou the boy s cheek and he h ea rke n d

’

When a pilgr i m to T oledo

Came from out the fa r east country ,

A n d recounted how d e serted

And uncleanly was the ci ty
Wher e upon the ground the trace s
’ ’
Of the p r ophets feet st ill gl i s te n d
Where the a ir is sti ll perfumed
B y the undying breath of God
’

”
0 the mournf ul si ght 1 a pilgri m
On ce e xcla imd who se he ar d was floa ti ng
’

Whi te as si lve r not wi thstan di ng

,
’
T hat th e hai r wh i c h for m (1 i ts end
On ce againgr ew black appea ring ,

As if getting young agai n .

And a very wondrous pi lgri m

M ight he be hi s eyes were peering
,

A s thro ugh c enturi es of so r row ,

And he si gh d : J erus alem !

’

She the cr owded holy c i ty

, ,

Is converte d to a des ert ,

Where wood devi ls werewolves jackals

-
, ,

Their accursed home have made .

47 8
’

H EINE S P OE MS .

Serpents b i r ds of ni ght are dwell ing ,

In i ts weather beaten rui ns -

F r om the wi ndow 8 ai ry bow ’

Peeps the fox wi th much contentment .

Here and ther e a r agged fello w

Comes somet imes from out the deser t ,
’
And hi s hun ch ba ck d c amel fee deth
-

In the long g r ass g r owi ng roun d i t .

Ou the noble hei ghts of Z i on ,

Whe r e stood up the golden for tre ss

Wh ose great majesty bo r e wi tness
T o the mi ghty monar ch s glo r y
’

T her e wi th no i some we ed s en cum ber d

, ,

N ought now l ies bu t gray old rui n

Gaz in g wi th su ch looks of so rr ow
One must fancy they a r e we ep i ng .

’
An d t is sa i d they wept in ear nest ,

Once in ea ch year on the n i nth day ,

Of the month s that known as A h

’

Wi th my own eyes full of weep ing , ,

I the clammy dr 0 ps have wi tne ss d ’

Down the la rge stones slowly tri ckling ,

And have hear d the br oken columns

”
Of the temple sadly moani ng .

Such l i ke pi ous p i lgr im sayings

- -

Wa ke n d in the you thful bosom

’

Of J e h uda ben Halevy

Yearni ngs for J er us a lem .

’
Poet s yearn ings ! As forebodin g ,

Vi si onar y sad as those

, ,

In the Chateau Blay exper i ence d

Whilome by the no ble V i da m ,

Messer Ge ofir oy R ude llo

'

When the kni ghts r eturn ing homeward

,

Fr om the Easter n land asser ted ,

Loudly as they cla s h d their goblets

,
’

That the paragon of grac es ,

And the flowe r and pearl of wo men ,

Was the beau teous M e l i sa nda ,

Mar gravi ne of Tripo li .

48 0 na me s po ms .

’
Twas a li ttle golden box ,

R i chly o r na mented ove r

Wi th i ncr usted stones and cameos ,

And wi th mi ni atur e devi ces .

No w th i s casket i n i ts elf
,

Of inesti mable value ,

Ser ved to hold the pri celess t r easur es

’
Of the monar ch s body jewels -
.

All the la tte r Alexander

On hi s brave co mma nder s l a vi sh d
’

Smiling at the thought of men

Childh ke loving c olo ur d pebble s
’
.

One fa ir valuable gem he

T o hi s mother dea r pr esented
T wa s the S i gnet r ing of Cyr us
’
,
’
Tur u d i nto a brooch hencefor ward .

To h i s famous old pr eceptor

A r i stotle he pr esented
A fin e onyx for his sple ndi d
.

Cabinet of nat ural h i sto r y .

In th e casket were some pear ls to o ,

Formi ng qui te a wond r ous strin g ,

Whi c h wer e once to Queen Atossa

G i ven by the false knave Sme r di s ;
But the pe arls we r e allqui te r eal ,

And the merry v i c to r gave them

To a p retty dancer whom he
B r ought from Cori nth named Mi ss Tha is
, .

In h er hair the latter wo r e them ,

In bacchanti c fash io n str eam ing ,

On that ni ght when sh e was danc i ng

A t Persepol ,
i s and wi ldly
’
In the r egal castle h ur ld her
Impi ous tor ch t ill loudly crackl ing
, , ,

Soo n th e fla me s obta i n d the maste r y

’

And the fortress la i d i n ruins .

Ou the death of beauteo us Tha is

Who of some bad Babyloni an
Illness di ed at Babylon ,

Al lher pear ls wer e s old by aucti on

 110111111013 0 . 48 1

At the publ i c aucti on rooms ther e -

P urchased by a pri e st from Memphi s

H e to E gypt took them wi th h im
,

Wh ere they on the toilet table

’
Of fai r Cleopatra gl i st e n d
She the fin e s t pearl amongst them
Cru sh d and m
’

i x d wi th wi ne and s wa ll
' ’
ow d ,

Her fri end An tony to bante r .

Wi th the finalOmmi ad monarch

Came the stri ng of pearl s to Spain ,

And they t wi ned ar ound the turban

Wor n at Cor d ve by the Cal iph
’
.

A bd e r a m the Thi r d he wore them

As h i s breas t knot at the tourney
-

Where he p i erced thr ough thi rty golden

e im
’
Ri ngs and fai r Z ul
,
a s bosom .

When the Moori sh race was va nq ui sh d ’

,
’
Then the Ch ri sti ans gai n d possess ion
’
Of the pearls whi ch ra nk d thenceforward
,

As cr o wn jewels of Castile
-
.

’
Their most Ca th lic Majest i es
Queens of Spai n were wont to wear the m
,

Ou all court and state occasi ons ,

At al lbullfigh ts grand processi ons

, ,

And at e a ch auto da fé ,

When they took their pl e asure si tt ing ,

A t the balcony i n sni fii ng .

U p the smell of bur nt old J e ws .

Late r st i ll old M e ndi z a be l

, ,
’
Satan s grandson pa wn d these jewe l , s
’
,

Vainly hop ing thus to meet the

D e fici t in the fin a n ces .

A t the Tu ileri es the jewe l s

Fin ally a ppea r d agai n
’

Gl i ttering on the neck of Madame

Salomon the Bar oness
, .

Wi th the fai r pear ls thus i t happened .

Less adventur ous the fortun e

Of the casket Alexander,

K ee p ing i t for hi s o wn use .

482 mama s ’

POEM S .

H e th e songs enclosed wi thi n i t

Of ambr osi a scented Home r ,
-

H i s great fa v ri te , and the ca sket

’

Al ln i ght long was wont to stand

’
A t hi s bed s h ead ; when the mona rch
Slept the her oes air y ngures
,
’

Came fr om out i t o e r hi s vi si ons

’

Cr eep i ng i n fantasti c fash i on .

Other t imes and other bir ds too

I myself have er st del i ghted
In the stor i es of the a cti ons
Of Peli des of Odysseus
, .

Allthen s e e md so s u nny golden

’
-

An d so pur ple to my sp ir i t ,

Vin e leaves twi ned a r o und my for ehead

-
.
’
A n d the t r umpe ts flo ur i s h d loudly .

Hus h no mor e ! All br oken l i eth

,

N o w my h au ghty vi ctor char i ot -

,

And the panther s who once d r ew i t , ,

No w are dead as are the women

,

Wh o to sound of d r um and cymb al

, ,

Danced ar ou nd and I myself ,

Wr ithe upon the ground i n angui sh ,

Weak and cri ppled hush no mo r e ! —

,

H u sh no mor e 1 we now are S peak ing

,

Of the c asket of Dar i us ,

And wi th i n myse lf thus thought I

’
Should I e e r possess the casket ,

And not be obl ige d to change i t

Into cash for want of money
. ,

I would th en en close wi th in i t
Al lthe poems of o ur R abb i ,

’
All Je h uda ben Halevy s
Festal songs and lamenta ti ons ,

And Gh ase las the descri pti on

,

Of hi s p i lgr i m a ge the whole I —

Would have wri tten on the cleanes t

P ar chment by the best of scri bes ,

And the man u scr i pt depos i t

In the l i ttle golden casket .
184 H E IN E B POEM S
'

’
Pearly te a rs whi ch joi n d together
, ,

By the golden th r eads of rhyt hm ,

’
As a song from poesy s
Golden smi thy h ave pr oceeded .

And thi s song of pearly tears

Is the famous l a mentati on
’
That i s sung i n all the sca tte r d
An d far di stant tents of J ac e h
-

On the ni nth day of the month A h ,

That sad ann i versary

Of J e r usa le ms destructi on
’

B y the Emperor Vespas i an .

Yes i t is the song of Zi on

,

That J eh u da ben Halevy

Sang when dyi ng on the holy
R uins of J e r us ale m .

Barefoot and in lowly garments

Sat he there upon the fragment
Of a p i llar th at ha d fallen ,

Ti ll upo n his br east the r e fell

L i ke a gray old wood hi s hai r ,

Sh adi ng over i n strange fashi on

H i s a ffli cte d palli d featur es ,
’
Wi th hi s eyes so like a spectre s .

In thi s manner sat h e singing , ,

In appea ran ce li ke a mi nstrel

From the ti mes of old li ke anci ent ,

J e re m i ah grave ar i sen
,
- .

Soon the birds aroun d the ruins

’
By hi s number s mournful caden ce
’
Al lwer e tamed and e en the vulture
,
’
Drew n ear list ni ng almost pi tyi ng , ,

But an i mp i ous Saracen

Came one day in that di r ect ion ,
~

Ou hi s ch ar ger in h i s sti rrups

Balanci ng hi s bright lance wi eldi ng
, .

An d the br east of our poor s i nger

Wi th thi s deadly spear transfix d h e ’

,
’
And then ga llop d ofi instanter ’

Wi ng d as though a shadowy figure

’
.
 R OM ANCER O . 485

Ca lmly fio w d the R abb i s lif e-blood ,

' ’

Calmly to i ts te r m i nati on
Sa ng he h is sweet song h is dying —

S i gh was sti ll — J e rusa leml

.

It i s sai d i n olden legend

That the Sara cen was really
N ot a wi cked c r uel mortal,
But an angelin d i sgui se ,

Sent from the br ight realms of heave n

’
To r emove God s favour i te
From the earth and to adva nce hi m
,

P a inlessly to those blest regi ons .

There tis sa i d there wai ted for hi m

’
, ,

A recept ion h i ghly fia tt ri n g

’

In i ts natur e to the poet ,

Qui te a heavenly surpr i se .

Solemnly wi th strai ns of musi c

Game the angel i c cho i r to meet h i m
’

And i nstead of hymns he heard them

.

S inging h i s own lovely verses ,

Weddi n g Carmen
Syn a gogui s h -
,

Hymene a l Sabbath number s ,

Wi th their well known and exult ing

-

Melod i es what no tes enth ralli ng !

—

Wh ile some angels pla y d the hautboy ’

Others pla y d upon the fiddl

’
e

Others handled the bass vi ol -

,

Others beat the drum a nd cymbal .

Sweetly all the mus ic sounded .

Sweetly th r ough the fa r extendi ng -

Vaults of heaven these stra ins re e choed -

Lecho Daud i L ikra s Kalle 1

4 .

Y good wi fe i s not conte nted

Wi th the chapte r just concluded .

And e s pe ci ally the po rt ion

’
Speaki ng of Dari us casket .
 Hs n ms ’
POEM S .

Almost bi tter ly observes she .

T hat a husband wi th p r etens i ons

T o rel i gi on i nto money
,

Strai ghtway would convert the casket ,

T hat he wi th i t m i ght be able

For hi s poor and lawf ul spouse
T ha t ni ce Cashmer e shawl to pur chase
T hat she stands so much i n need o f .

T hat J e h u da be n Halevy
Would she fanci es wi th sufii cie nt
, ,

Honour be pr eserved i f guarded ,

In a p r etty bo x of pasteboard ,
’
D e ck d wi th Ch inese elegant
Arabesques like those en chantin g
,

S weetmeat boxes of M a r qui s

-

In the Passage Panorama .

”
Ver y s trange i t is she added ,
— “
,

That I never he a rd the name of

T hi s remarkable 0 1d poet
Thi s J eh ud a ben Halevy .

Darl i ng li ttle wi fe I a ns wer d ,

’

Your deli ghtf ul i gno r ance

But too well the gaps di scloses
In the educati on gi ven
In the boar di ng schools of Par i s ,

Wher e the girls the fut ure mothers

,

Of a p r oud and fr eeborn nati on ,

L earn the elements of knowledge .

Al labout the dry old mumm i es

md E gypti an Pharaoh s
,

An d e mba l
’

Mer ovi n gia n shadowy monar chs ,

Wi th per ukes devoi d of powder ,

’
And the pig te ild ki ngs of Chi na
-
,

Lor ds of por cela i n and pagodas ,

Thi s they know by heart a nd fully ,

Clever gi rl s but 0 good heavens

,
—
, ,

If you ask for any great names

Fr om the glor i ous golden ages
Of Arabi an anc i ent Spani sh
- —

J ewi sh sch ools of poetry ,

488 E mm ’
as POEM S .

Ra bb i Meyer poet likewi se

, ,

And the father of the beauty

’
Who in Iben E sra s bosom
Kindled su ch a hopeless passi on .

That he mi ght forget his ni ece h e ,

T ook in hand hi s pilgri m s st afi ’ ‘

L i ke so many of hi s coll ea gues ,

L i vin g restlessly and homeless .

T o w r d J erusa lemhe wa n de r d
’ ’

When some Tartars fell upo n hi m

,

Fasten d hi mupon a ste e d s back

’ ’

And to their wi ld deserts took hi m

,

Duti es ther e devolved upon him

Qui te unwort hy of a R abbi ,

Sti ll less fitte d for a poe t

H e was made to mi lk the c ows .

Once as he beneath the belly

,

Of a cow was s i tti ng squatti ng ,

Fi n g ri ng hastily h e r udder
’

Wh ile the m ilk the t ub was fillin g ,

A pos i ti on qui te unworthy

Of a R abbi of a poet
Melan choly came across hi m
, ,

And to s ing a song began h e .

And he sang so well and sweetly ,

’
T hat the Khan the ho r de s old chi e ftai n
, ,

Who was passi ng by was melted , ,

And he gave the slave hi s freed om .

And he lik ewi se gave h i mpr esents ,

Gave a fox ski n and a lengthy

-
,

Saraceni c mandoli ne ,

A n d some money for hi s journey .

Poets fate ! an evi l star ti s

’ ’
,

Wh i ch the o ff sprin g of Apollo

Worri ed unto death and even ,

D i d not spare their noble father ,

When h e after Daphn e lurkin g

In th e fai r nymph s sn owy body 11
,
’

Stead embraced the laurel only

, .

H e the great d i vine Schlemi hl1

,
 BOMA NCER O . 489

Yes the glor i ous Delphi c god i s

,
'
A S chlemi hl and e e n th e laurel
,

That so pr oudly cr owns h is foreh ead

Is a si gn of h is Schlemihldom .

What the word Schlemi hl betokens

Well we kn ow Long since Chami sso .

Ri ghts of German ci ti zensh i p

Ga i n d i t (of th e word I mspe aki n g)
’ '
.

But i ts ori gin has eve r ,

L i ke the holy Nile s far sources ’

Bee n unkn own U pon thi s subj e ct .

Many a ni ght have I been pori ng

'

’
Many a year ago I tra ve lld
T o Berl i n to see Chami sso
,

On th is po int and from the d ean sought

,

Inf ormati on of S chlemi hl .

But he co uld not sati sfy me ,

’
And r eferr d me on to Hi tz i g ,

Wh o had made the fir st suggesti on

Of the fam ily name of Pete r
S h adowless I stra ightway hi red
.

’
The firs t ca b and qui ckly hasten d
,

To the mag istr ate Herr Hi tzi g ,

Who was former ly ca lld I tz i g '

.

When he sti ll was known as Itz ig ,

In a vi s i on saw he wri tten

His own name hi gh in the hea vens ,

And in front the lette r H .

What s the mea ni ng of thi s H

’

’
A sh d he of h i m s elf Herr I tz i g .

Or the Holy Itz i g Holy

Is a pretty ti tl e N ot though .
, ,

Sui te d for Berlin A t length h e .

,

T i red of th inki ng took th e name of ,

H i tz i g a nd h i s best fri ends only

,

Knew tha t Hi tz i g stood for Holy .

”
Holy Hi t z ig 1 sai d I therefore
When I saw hi m have the goodn ess
.

To explain the deri vati on

Oi the word Schlemi hl I pray you , .
49 0
’
H EINE s P OE M S.

Many c ir cumbend ibuses

Took the holy o n e h e co uld not —

R ecollect and made ex c uses

,
—

In succ essi on l ike a Ch r i st ian ,

T i ll at length I bur st the buttons

In the br ee ches of my pat ien c e ,

And began to swear so fie r ce ly ,

In such ver y i mpi o u s fashi on ,

That the worthy p i et i st ,

Pale as death wi th t r embli ng kne es

, ,

Forthwi th gra ti fied my wi shes ,

And the follo wi ng sto r y told me

In the B i ble i t i s wr i tten
How wh i le wander i ng in the deser t
, ,

Isr ael oft commi tted whor edom

Wi th the daughte r s fai r of Canaan .

Then i t came to pass th at Phin eh as

Chanced to see the noble Zi mri
Thus engaged i n an i ntr i gue
Wi th a Canaani t i sh woman .

Str ai ghtway i n h i s fur y se i zed h e

On hi s spea r and put to death ,

Z i m1i on the very spot T hus .

-

’
In the B ible ti s r ecounted .

B ut acco r di ng to a n oral
,
’
Old tr adi t i on mongst the people
’
Twas not Zimri that was r eally
S tri cken by the spear of Phi nehas ;
But the latte r bl i nd wi th fur y , ,

In the si nner s pla ce by il l l u ck

’

,
-

Chan c ed to ki l l a gui ltless per son ,

Named S chlemi hl ben Zur i S c h a dda y .

H e then th i s S chlemihl the F i rst

, , ,

Was the ancestor of all the

R ace Schl em i hl
ia n
’
We r e descended .

Fr om Schlemi hl ben Zuri Sch ad da y .

Ce i t a inly no won drous a c ti ons

Are pr eserved of hi s ; we on ly
Know hi s name and i n ad di t i on ,

Know that he was a Schlemi h l .

49 2 Ha r ms '

ro a m s.

Wh en he hear d the poet sing ing ,

Then the Moor s bi le strai ght fio w d e ver

’ ’

And the sweetness of the songs was

B i tter worm w ood to thi s base one .

H e enti ced h is hated ri val

T o hi s house one night and slew hi m,

The r e and then the body buri ed

,

In the gar den i n i ts r ea r .

But behold 1 from out the spot

Wher e the body h ad been h i dden ,

Presently there grew a fig tr ee —

Of the most enchant ing beauty .

All i ts frui t was long i n figur e ,

And of str ange and spicy sweetness ;

H e who tasted i t sank i nto
,

Qui te a dreamy state of r apt ure .

M ongst the people on the subject

~

’
Mu ch was sa i d aloud or whi spe r d ,

T illat length the rumour came to

’
The i llustri ous Cali ph s e ars .

H e wi th hi s own tongue firs t tasted

Thi s str ange fig phenomenon
-
,

An d then for md a str i c t commi ssi on

’

Of i nqui ry on the matter .

Summar ily they p r o ceeded ;

On the owner of the tree s sol e s
’

S i xty strokes of the bamboo they

Gave and then his cri me confe s s d h e
,
’
.

Ther eupon they tor e the tree up

By i ts r oots from out the gr ou nd ,

An d the body of the mur d e r d

’

Man G a bi r olwas d isco ve r d ’

.

H e was buri ed wi th due h ono u z

And lamented by h i s br eth ren
And the selfsame da y they als o
H a n g d the Moo r at Cor dova
’
.

D IS P UT A TION .

the Aula at Toledo

T o the sp iri tual tourney ,

Gaily dr ess d , th e crowd

’
are g oin g .
 R OMANCER O . 49 3

Thi s is no mere wo rl dly combat ,

N o t one arm of steel he r e gl ances

Sharply poi nted and s c holasti c
Wo r ds are here th e only lances .

Gal lant Paladi ns her e figh t not ,

L adi es honest fame defendi ng ;

’

Capuchi ns and J s wi sh R abb is

Ar e th e kni ghts who r e here contendi ng
’
.

In the place of helmets are they

S cullcaps and capouches wea ri ng ;
S capula r and A r beca nf ess
A r e the armour they are heari ng .

Wh i ch God i s the one t r ue God ?

H e the Heb r ew stern a nd glori ous
,

U n i ty whom R abb i J uda

,

Of Na va r re would see vi ctori ous

Or the tr i une God whom Ch r i sti ans
,

H e ld in love and vener at i on ,

As whose champ i on Fri ar J ose ,

The Franci sc an takes hi s stati on

,

B y the mi ght of we i ghty r easons ,

And th e logic taught at college ,

An d quotat i ons fr om the autho r s

Whose repute one m ust a cknowledge ,

E i ther ch ampi on a d a bsu r dum

H i s opponent would bri ng duly ,

And the pur e d i v in i ty

Of hi s own God po int out truly .

’
Ti s la i d do wn that he whose foeman
M a nages hi s cause to smother
Should be bound to take u pon hi m
,

T h e rel i gi on of the othe r

,

’
And the J e w be duly ch r is te n d ,

Thi s was the exp r ess p r ovi s i on ,

Ou the other hand the Ch r is ti an

B ear the ri te of c ir c u m c i s i on .

Each one of the do u ghty c hampions

Has eleven comrades b y h im ,

Allto share hi s fate dete rm in ed

And for weal o r woe k e ep ni gh hi m
,

.
49 4 mm s
a a
’
P OEM S .

Whi le the monks who b ac k the fr iar

Wi th assur ance f ulland stead y
Hold the holy wate r vessels
-

F o r the r i te of chri sten ing r eady ,

Swingi ng spr i nkl ing b r ooms and censers

-
,

When c e the i n c ense smoke i s ri sin g ,

Al lthei r adver sar i es b r i s kly

Whet the i r kni ves for ci rcumc i sing .

B y the li sts wi th in the hall stand ,

R eady for the fr ay both forces , ,

And the cr owd awai t the si gnal ,

’
Eager for the kn i ghts dis courses .

Neath a golden canopy

’

Whi le thei r cour ti er s duly fla tte r ,

Both the ki ng and queen are si tt i ng ;

Qui te a chi ld appear s the latter .

Wi th a smal l F r en ch nose h er featur es ,

A r e in r ogu i shn ess not want ing ,

And the ever laughi ng r u bi es

Of her month a r e q ui te enchanti ng .

Fr agi le fai r i n constant flo wer ,

May the gra c e of God be wi th h e r !

Fr om the mer ry town of Par i s
She has been transplanted hi ther ,

T 0 the count r y whe r e the Span i sh

Old grandees sti ff manner s gallh e r
’

Whi lome kno wn as Blan che de Bou r bon ,

Donna Blan ca now they call h e r .

’
And the monar ch s name i s Pedr o ,

Wi th the ni c kname of T h e Cru el ;

But to—day i n gentle mood he
, .

Looks as if he ne er could do ill

’
.

Wi th the nobles of his c ourt he

Enter s i nto conver s ati on ,

And both J e w a nd Moo r addresses

Wi th a courteous salutat ion .

For these sons of ci r cumci si on

’
Are th e monar ch s favouri te cr eat ures ;
They command hi s tr oops and also ,

In fina nces are his te a cher s .

49 6 Ha ms ’

POEM S .

In the time of Pont iu s Pi late ,

Who sub sc r i bed h is c ondemnati on ,

U r ged on by the Jews a nd cruel

’
Phari s ees c onfeder ati on .

H e recounts too how the Lor d , , ,

Bur sting fr om the tomb s dar k p r i so n ’

Ou the thi rd day i nto heaven ,

Had in glori ous tr i umph ri sen

’
How when ti s the pr oper t ime h e
, ,

Wou ld r eturn to earth i n spl endour ,

A t J e h o sh a ph a t to judge ther e ,

Every qui ck and de ad offender .

T r emble J ews 1 e xcla i md the tri e r

”
,
’

A t the God whom ye to rmented

Cruelly wi th thorn s and scour ges ,

T o who s e death ye a l lconsented .

J ews ye we r e hi s mur derer s 1nati on

,

Oi vi nd i c t i ve fie r ce behavi our !
H imwho come s to free you st ill ye .

Slay ye murder hi m the Sa vi our

,
—
, .

J ews the carri on whe r e the demons

,

Comi ng from the lower regi ons

Dwell your bod i e s a r e the barracks
,

Oi the devi l s wi cked legi ons

’
.

Thomas of Aqui nas says se ,

H e i s fam e d i n Chr i s ti an s tory ,

Ca lld the mi ghty e x of learn in g

’

Or thodoxy s l i ght and glory ’

.

’
Vi ll a i n race of J ews ! you r e nought but
Wolves hyenas jackals hateful , , ,

Chur c h yar d p r owlers who deem only

-
,

Flesh of corpses to be grateful .

’
Jews O J ews ! you r e hogs and monkeys
,

Monster s cr uel and p e rfidi o us ,

Whom they c a ll r h inocer oses .

Cr ocodi les and vamp i r es h i deo us .

Y e a r e r avens owls and scr e ech o wl ,

s , ,

R ats and mi s er able lapwings ,

Gallows bir ds and co ckatri ces

’
-
,

Very scum of a llthat fla p win gs

 ROMANCERO . 49 7

Ye are vi pers ye are bl indworms

, ,

R attlesnakes di sgusti ng adders

, ,

Po isonous toads Ch r i st soon wil

—
ls u rely
Tread you out l ike empty bladders
Or accur sed people would ye
, ,

Save your souls so wr etched rather

Flee the synagogues of evil ,

Seek the bosom of your Father .

’
Flee to love s b ri ght rad iant chur ch es ,

Wher e the well of me r cy bubbles

For your sakes i n hal low d basi ns ’
- s
,

Hi de your heads ther e fr om your troubles .

Wash away the anci ent Adam ,

And the vi ces that defac e it

Fr om your hea rts the stains of ran c our
Wash and grace shall then r eplace i t
, .

Hear ye not the Savi our speakin g

0 how well yo ur ne w names sui t you 1
Cleanse yourselves upon C hris t s bosom
’

F r om the vermi n that pollu t you e

.

Yes our God is very love i s

, ,
’
L ik e a lamb that s dear ly ch e ri sh d
’

And our vi ces to atone fo r ,

’
On the cross wi th meekness p er i sh d .

Yes our God i s ve ry love his

, ,

Name i s J e sus Chri st the bless ed

Of hi s pati ence and sub m i ssi on
We asp ire to be possessed .

Ther efor e are we meek and gentle ,

Cou r teous never i n a passi on

, ,

Fond of peac e and char i table ,

In the Lamb the Savi our s fashi on ’

.

We i n heaven shallbe her eafter

Int o angels blest conver ted ,

Wa nder i ng there in bl i ss w i th 1i
Blosso ms i n our hands inserted .

In the place of cowls the pur est ,

R obes shall we when there be wea r in g ,

Made of si lk , br ocades and mus lin , ,

Golden la c e and ri bbons flar ing .

49 8 mama s ’
POEM S .

No more bald pates ! R ound our heads th ere

Will be floating golden t resses
Wh i le our hai r some c harmin g vi rgi n
Into pr etty topknots dresse s .

Wine cups willbe ther e pr e sented

Of cir cumfer en c e so spa ci ous ,

T hat compared wi th them the goblets

, ,

Made on ear th are not e a pac i ous .

Ou the other hand much smaller ,

T han the mouths of earthly ladi es

Wi ll the mouth be of each woman
Who in heaven o ur solace made i s .

D r inking ki ssing laughi ng wi ll we

, ,

Pass thr ough endless ages p r oudly ,

S i nging joyous Halleluj a hs ,

”
Kyri e Ele yson loudly .

Thus the Chri sti an ended and the

Monks beli eved i lluminati on
,

Pi er ced ea ch heart and so prepar ed for

The bapt i smal operati on
,

But the water hating Hebr ews

-

Shook themselves wi th scornful grinn i n g ,

R abb i Juda of Navarre thus

H i s r eply meanwh ile beginni ng
That thou for thy seed m i ghtst dung
My poor souls bare fie ld devoutly
’

Wi th whole dun g car ts of abuse thou

-

E ast i n tr uth befould me stoutly

’
.

Every one the method follows

To hi s taste best calculated ,

And instead of being angry ,

Thank you I mpr opi ti ate d

,
’
.

Your fine tri n i tari an doctr i ne

We poor J ews ca n neve r swallow ,

Though from ear li e st days of ch i ldhood

Wont the rule of thr ee to follow .

That three per sons i n your Godhead .

And no mor e a r e compr ehended

, ,

Moder ate appears ; the an ci ents

Ou six tho usand gods depe nded .
500 na me s ’
P OEM S .

And he i s a mi ghty God .

Davi d s ings We c annot measur e

All his gre atness ea r th s hi s footstool
’

, ,

And i s su bj ect to h i s pleasure .

Our great G od loves musi c dearly ,

Lute and s ong to hi ma r e grateful ;

But l ike grunts of suckin g p i gs he
, ,

Fi nds the sounds of ch urch bells hateful .

Gr eat Levi athan the fis h i s

Who beneath the ocean stra ye th
And wi th hi mthe Lor d Almi ghty
,

Fo r a n hour ea ch mor n i ng playeth .

Wi th the exc epti on of the ni nth day

'

Of the month A h that sad morr ow

, ,

When they bur nt h i s holy temple

Ou that day too great s hi s sor r ow
’
.

J ust one hun dr ed m iles i n length is

T h e Levi athan ; ea ch fin i s
B i g as 0 g the K ing o f Basan
'

And hi s ta il no cedar thi n is .

Ye t hi s fle sh r esembles tur tle ,

And i ts fla vo ur i s pe r fect i on ,

And the Lor d wi ll a sk to di nner

Ou the day of r esurr ecti on
All h i s o wn elect the ri ghteous
Those whose fai th was fir mand st i ble
, ,

And thi s fis h the Lor d s own favour ite

,
’
,

Will be set upon the table ,

Partly dr ess d wi th gar li c wh i te sauce

’

P ar tly s te w d i n wi ne and to asted

’

D r e ss d wi th ra i si ns and wi th S p i ces
’

Much r es embli ng matelotes roasted .

L ittle sl i ces of horseradi sh

Will the wh i te sauce much embelli sh
S e make r eady Fri ar J o se
, ,

T o devour the fis h w i th rel i sh .

And the r ai sin sauce I spoke of

Makes a most delici ous j elly ,

A nd wil l be full well ad apted ,

Fr i ar J ose to th y belly
, .
 RO MAN CER O . 501

Wha t God c ooks i s q u ite perfe c t ion

,

Monk my honest counsel fo llow

, ,

An d be c i rc umc i sed your port i on ,

”
Of Levi athan to swallow .

Thus th e Ra bb i to allure hi m
Spoke wi th i nward mirth ins ulting ,

And the J e we wi th pleas ure grunti ng ,

’
Bra n di s h d all the ir kni ves exulti ng ,

To cut o ff the forfei t for eski ns ,

Vi c to r s after a llthe figh ti ng

Ge nui ne spoli a opima
,

In thi s co nfli ct so exci ti ng .

But the monks to thei r reli gi on

’
Stuck desp i te the J ews der i si on
, ,

And wer e equally r eluctant

To submi t to c ircumcis i on .

N ext the Catholi c converter

’ '
A ns we r d when the J e w had fini s h d
, ,

H i s abuse a gai n repeati ng

Full of fur y undi mini s h d
,
’
.

Then the R abb i wi th a caut i ous

’
Ardour w i th his answe r fol
,
lo w d ;
Though h is heart was bo iling over ,
’
Al lhi s r is ing gall he s wa l lo w d .

H e appeals unto the Mi schna ,

T reat i ses and c ommenta r ies ,

And wi th extrac ts from the T a us ves

J ontof hi s quotati ons var i es .

But what blasphemy now spe aks the

Fr iar ar guments i n want of 1
a imd
.

H e e xcl I w i sh the devi l

’

”
Had your stup i d T a us ves J o n tof 1 -

"
T h i s surpasses all good heavens 1 ,

Fearfully the Rabbi scree ches ,

And hi s pati ence las ts no longer ,

L ike a man ia c s se en h is speech i s

’
.

If the T a us ve s—J o nto f s noth ing ’

Wha t is left O v i le det ra c tor 1

Lord avenge thi s foul tr ansgressi on !
,

Pun i sh Lord th i s malefac to r !

, ,
 For the T a us ves J ont of God
-

Is thyse lf ! And on the da rm

, ,

g
T a us ve s J o ntof s b a se deni er
’
-

Th ou must vent thy wrath un sparing .

Let the ear th c onsume h im l ik e the ,

Wi cked ba nd of Cora q ui ckly , ,

Who their plot s and m a ch i nati ons

So w d agai nst thee, L ord so th i ckly
’

.
,

Pi m i sh O my God hi s baseness 1
, ,

Th un der for th thy l oudest thunder ;

Then wi th p i tch and br i mstone Sodom
And Gomo rr ha di dst bri ng under .

Stri ke these Capuchi ns wi th vi gour ,

As of yor e thou strue kes t Pharaoh

Who pur sued us as welI laden ,
-

Fly ing from hi s land we were, Oh !

’
Kn i ghts a hundred thou sand fo llow d
Thi s proud monarch of M iz r a yi m ,

In steel armour wi th bri ght we apo ns

In their terri ble J a da yi m
,

Lord thy ri ght hand then extendi ng

, ,

Pharaoh and h i s host wer e smi tten

’

In the R e d Sea and were dr own d there

,

As we dro wn a common ki tten .

Stri ke th e se Capuc hi ns wi th vi gour ,

Show th e wi cked wr etches clearly

Tha t the l i ghtni ngs of th i ne an ger
Are not smoke and bl a ster merely .

’
Then thy tr i umph s p rai se and glory
I will sing a nd tell of pr oudly ,

And mor eover will like Mi ri am , ,

”
Dan c e and play the ti mbrel loudly .

Then the monk wi th equal passi on

A n s we r d thus the furi ous R abbi
’

Vi llai n may the Lor d destroy thee

, ,

Da mnable accurst and shabby !

, ,

I can welldefy your devi ls

Whom the E vi l One cr ea te d ,

Lu ci fer and Beelzebub ,

As taroth and Belia l ha te d .

 LA TEST P O EMS .

( 1853

1 P E A CE Y E AR NING
.
-
.

LE T thy wounds bleed on and let ,

Thy tears for ever flow unbi dden

In sorrow revels sec r et joy ,

And a sweet balm in tears i s hi dden .

’
If str angers hand di d wound thee not ,

T hen by thyself m u st needs be wounded ;

Thank God wi th allthy heart if tears ,

To wet thy cheek have e e r abounde d ’

.

’
The noi se of day i s h ush d and ni ght ,

In long dark mantle comes from heaven

Whi le i n h er arms n or fool nor dolt
,

Ca n br eak the r est to soothe thee gi ven .

’
He r e thou art safe from mus i c s noi se ,

An d from the p i ano s hammer hammer

’
-
,

Fr om the grand O pera s pompous notes

’

,
’
And the bravu ra s fea rful clamour .

Her e thou a r t not pursue d n or plagued ,

By endle ss cr owds of i dle s m

’
a tt r e r s ;

No r b y the ge ni us Gi a co m0 *
,

An d all the cli que of wor ld known ch a tt rers

’
-
.

O grave thou a r t the Parad i se

'

Oi ears that shun the r abble s chorus

’

’ ’
Death s good i ndeed yet better twer e
'

Our loving mother s never bor e us .

2 . IN MA Y .

’ ’
HE fri ends whom I ki ss d and car e ss d of yore
Have treated me now wi th cr uelty sor e
My hear t i s fast br eaki ng The s un though above
.
, ,

Wi th smi les is ha i lin g the sweet month of love .

M e ye rbeer .
 L A TES T r oa m
s . 505

Spri ng blooms around In the greenwo od is heard .

The e cho i ng song of each happy bird

A n d flo we rs and girls wear a mai denly sm
,

i le
O beauteous wo r ld I hate thee the wh i le ; ,

’
Yes Orcus selt I wellni gh pra i se
,

N o cont r asts va i n tor ment the r e our days ;

For sufferi ng hear ts ti s bet te r below
’

T her e wher e the Stygi an ni ght wa tcrs flo w -

.

That sad and melancholy str eam ,

And the Sty mphalides du ll s cr eam ’

Th e Furi es singsong so har sh and shril l , ,

Wi th Ce r ber us bar k the pause s to fill

’

These matc h full well wi th so r r ow and pai n .

’
In Proserp i ne s accurs ed domai n .

In the r egi on of shadows the valley of s i ghs , ,

Allwi th our tears doth harmon i ze .

But he r e above li ke hateful thi ngs

, ,

The sun and the r ose in fli ct the ir sti ngs

I mm
’
oc k d by the heavens so May l ike and blue
’
-

0 be auteous wo r ld I hate thee anew ! ,

3 B OD Y A ND S OUL
. .

OOR soul doth to the body say

I ll never leave thee bu t I lls tay
’
,
’

W i th thee ; yea I wi th thee wi ll s ink

,

In death a nd ni ght destr uct ion dr ink ,

.

Thou ever wert my second I ,

And round me clunges t lovingly ,

As though a dress of sati n bri ght ,

Al ll i ned throughout wi th ermi ne whi te

Alas ! I ve come to nakedness
’

A mere abstr acti on bod ile s s , ,

R educed a blessed nullity

In yon bri ght r ealms of l i ght to be ,

In the cold halls of h e aven up yonder .

Whe r e the Immortals si lent wander ,

An d gape upo n me c la tt rin g by

’

In leaden sl ippers wear ily .

T i s qui te i ntole r able s ta y

’
,

Stay wi th me my dear body pray , , .

506
'

H EINE S POEM S.

The body to p oor soul r epl i ed

Chee r up be not di ssa ti s fie d !
,

We pe acefully must lear n to bear

What Fate appo r t i ons as our share .

I was the lamp s wi ck ; I m u st now ’

C ons ume away the sp ir i t thou , ,

Wilt be sele cted by and by - -

To spar kl e as a star on hi gh
Of purest r a d i an c e I mb u t r ags
’
. .

Me r e stu ff li ke r ot ten t i nder bags

, ,

C ollapsi n g fast and nothi ng wort h , ,

Becomin g what I was me r e earth

, ,
.

Far ewell 1 ta ke comfor t cease c omplai ning ,

Perchance t i s fa r mor e ente r tai ni ng

’

In heaven than now supposed by the e .

If thou sho u ldst e e r the gr eat bear s ee ’

( N o t Meye r bee r
*
) i n those b r i ght cl
— imes
G r eet h i mfrom me a thousand t imes
,

4 R E D S LIP P E R S
. .

WI CKED cat grown old and gray , ,

T hat she was a shoemake r chose to say

And put befor e h e r wi ndow a boar d
Where slip per s for young maidens wer e store d ;
While some wer e of mor occ o m a de ,
’
Other s of sati n wer e ther e di spla y d
Oi velvet some wi th edges of gold, ,

A n d figur e d s trings a llgay to behold ,

.

But fairest of all exposed to vi ew

Was a pair of sli ppe r s of s car let hue ;
They gave full many a l a ss deli ght
Wi th the ir gor geou s colour s and splendour bri ght .

A young an d snow wh i te noble mouse -

Who chan c ed to pass the shoemaker s house

F i rst tur n d to l o ok and then stood st i ll
’
, ,

And then p ee p d over the wi ndow sill

’
.

A t length she sai d Good day mother cat ,

You ve pr etty r e d sl ipper s I grant you that

’

, .

If they r e not de ar I mr e a dy to buy

’

,
’

,
’
So tell me the p ri ce if i t s not too hi gh , .

Th e fa mous co mposer . whose e l name wa s Beer

r a .
 n m s s
’
POEM S .

I msumm e n d by d e ath
’ ’ ’
Twer e better far
.

If I wher e the sto r my bi llows a r e ,

Had had to leave thee my wi fe , my chi ld,
,
’
An d strai ghtway the n or th pole s tempest wi ld
The water s had flo gg d and out of the deep
’
,

T h e h i deous monsters that i n i t sleep ,

Th e c r ocod i le fie r ce and the shar k , had come
Wi th open jaws , a n d ar ound thee swu m .

Believe me , my child , Mati lda, my wi fe ,

T hat the angry sea , i n i t s w i ldest str i fe ,
And the cr uel for est less danger s gi ve
T han the ci ty wher e we r e now fated to l i ve
’
.

T hough fear ful the wolf and the vult ur e may be,
The shar k and the mon ster s dr ead of the sea
, ,

Fa r fie r ce r mo r e fur i ous beasts have the i r b ir th

,

In Pari s the c api tal p r oud of the earth

, .

Fai r Par i s the sin ging so gay i n h e r r evels

, , ,

T hat hell to the angels that heaven to dev i l

,
s .

T hat t hee I mu st leave i n thi s d ungeon sad ,

T hi s dri ves me c razy thi s dri ves me mad

,
.

With s cornf ul b u zz ing a roun d my be d

Th e bla c k fiie s come on my nose and head
They perc h themselves detestable r ace 1 -
.

Amongst them a r e some wi th a human face

And elephants t run ks (though small m spah)
,
’

L ik e the god Ganesa 1n H indostan .

In my brai n I hea r no i ses and heavy knocks ,

It sounds as if they wer e packi ng a box ,

And my r ea son de parts alas ! alas ! ,

Ere I myself from thi s earth can pass .

6 . T H E S L A VE S HIP .

PAR T I.

HE super cargo M ynh e r Van Koe k

In hi s cab i n si ts addi ng hi s figur e s
H e cal c ulates hi s c ar go s amount
’
.
,

And the pr obable gain from hi s n i gger s .

My gum and pepper a r e good : the stock

Is thr ee hu ndr ed chests of allsi zes ;
I ve gold dust and i vor y too i n sto r e
’

But the black ware by far the best pri ze i s .

 L ATES T POEMS .
509

Six hundred ni ggers I bought dirt ch eap -

Whe r e th e Sene gal ri ver i s flo wing

The ir fles h i s fir m and the ir sinews to ugh
,

As the fine s t i ron going .

I got them by barte r and gave i n exchange

,

Glass be ads ste el goods and some brandy ;

, ,

I shall make at l e ast ei ght hun d red pe r cent .

Wi th but half of them li vi ng and handy .

If only three hund r ed ni gger s are left ,

When I get to R i o Js u e iro ,

I shall have a hundred duc ats a head

From the house of Gonzales Ferre iro .

He r e all of a sudden M ynh e r Van Koek

Was d is tur b d i n h is medi tati on
’

Fo r Docto r Van Smi ssen e n te r d in ’

,

The ve ssel s sur geon by stati on

’
.

H is figure was j u st as th i n as a lath ,

And hi s nose had warts all over ;

Well wor thy Docto r e xcla i md Van Koek
,
”
,
’

Are my n iggers sti ll li ving in c lover

The Doc to r th a nk d hi m and sai d in r eply
’

,
’
I ve come wi th a tale of d i sa st e r
Throughout the n i ght I msorry to say ,
’

The deaths have gro wn faster and fas ter .

The average daily number is t wo ,

B ut to day just seven have d i ed Sir

-
, ,

Fo u r men and t hree women ; I wr ote t h e loss

A t once in the l as my g ui de Sir
e
g , .

I closely i nspected ever y c orp se ,

For these r as cals have ofte n a noti on

To fe i gn themselves dead in hopes that th e y ,

May be thrown away into the ocean .

I took the i r ons fr om o ff the dead ,

And acco r ding to usual custom

Next mor n i ng ear ly i nto the sea
’
I hid the sai lor s thrust em .

A t once the sha rks fr om out of the waves

Shot u p in c ountless legi ons ;
T hey love fulld e arly the ni gge r s fl esh
’

My b oarders are they i n these r egi ons .

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’
They have follo w d after the t r ack of the shi p ,
’
S ince we ve left the land in the d i stance ;
The cr eatur es smellthe sc ent of a corpse
Wi th ravenous s nuflling persi stence .

’
In truth ti s a capi tal joke to see
How after the bodi es they follow
One takes the head another a leg , ,

Wh ile the r est the fr agments swallow .

Then round the sh i p conte nted they roll ,

’
When they ve fini s h e d the ir eating and crun ching
And stare i n my fa ce as if they sought ,

T o thank me for their luncheon

”
.

’
Then spake Van Koek as h e sadly sigh d , ,

When the Do ctor h i s story h ad fini sh d : ’

How to lessen the evil In what way best

Ca n the r ate of the deaths be di m i ni sh d
’

Th e Docto r r epli ed Many n i gger s ha ve di ed

B y the ir own m i scond u c t stealthy ;
The i r br eath s so b ad that i t po i sons the a ir
’

In the sh i p and mak e s i t unhealthy

.
.

Thr ough lowness of sp iri ts too many ha ve di ed , , ,

And ennui i n th i s d r ear y stillness

,

I th ink that a ir and musi c and dance

”
Would soon remove their i llness .

Then cr i ed Van Koek : A n excellent plan !

Dear Do c tor I utte r no slander
, ,
’
When I say that l i ke Aristotle you r e wi se ,

T h e t utor of Ale xander .

The T ul ip i mpr ovement So ci ety s head

-
’

In the town of Delft may be clever

But he ha sn t one half of your bra ins I msure
,
’ ’

, ,

Your equ al I ve met wi th never

’

T hen m u s i c mus i c ! T h e Di gge r s all

, ,

On the deck I 11 see danci ng an d ki cki ng

’

,
’
And whosoe ver won t jo i n in the fun
Shall r ece i ve in reward a good licl
'

n ng .

P ART II.

N
’

h igh fr om the heaven s blue canopy

, ,

Many tho u sand stars a r e gleami ng ,

L ik e the eyes of fair women so lar ge and cl ear ,

And wi th lo o ks of yearni ng beamin g .

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I pr esume that for musi c they ve got no taste ’

L i ke many an i gnor amus ;

T r ust not the beast that musi c loves not ,

Says Alb i on s poet famou s

'

And s ch n e dd e r e d e n
and d i d l
d umd e i 1
g e

N ot one of the dan c ers seems lazy ;

A t the for emast stands M ynh e r V a n Koek ,

And wi th folded hands thus pr ays he

Fo r Chri st s
dear sake O spare good Lor d
’

, , ,

Th e l i ves
of these swarthy s inne r s ;
’ ’
If they ve a nge r d thee e e r thou know s t they r e
’ ’ ’

, as

dull
As the beasts th at we eat for our di nners .

O spar e the i r li ves for Chr i st s dear sake ’

,
.

Who di ed for o ur salvation

For unless I have left me thr ee hundr ed head ,
’ ”
T he r e s an end to my o ccupat ion .

7 . A F FR ONTE NBU R G .

V IME fleete th yet that castle old , ,

W i th a lli t s battlements i ts tower , ,

And s i mple folk that i n i t dwelt ,

Appear s befor e me ever y hour .

I ever see the weather co ck

That on the roof tur u d round so drily ; ’

Each per son e r e he spoke a wor d

, ,

Was wont to look up tow r ds i t slily ’

.

H e that would talk firs t learnt the wi nd , ,

“

For fear the an ci ent gr umbler Bor eas

M i ght tu rn a ga i nst h i msuddenly ,

Tormenting h i mwi th b last upr oar i ous .

In t ruth ,
held thei r tongu es
th e wi s e st
‘ ,

For i n that pla c e an echo spo r ted

’
Wh i ch when i t a n s we r d ba ck the voi ce
, ,

Each wor d mali ci ously di storted .

Am i dst the castle gar den stood

A marb le fount with sph i nxes round ,
i t,
Fo r ever dry though t ears enough
,
’
it
’
Had flow d i ns i de i t to have drown d ,
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0 most accurs ed garden ! Ah ,

No single spot was in thy keeping

Wher e in my hea rt had not been sad ,

Wher ei n my eye had not known we ep i ng .

No si ngle tree d id i t conta i n

Beneath whose sh a de a flr onts inju ri ous
’

Had not against me u tte r d been ’

B y tongues ir oni cal o r furi ous .

The toad that li ste n d i n the grass

’

U nto the rat hath all confided ,

Who told h i s aunt the vi per str a i ght

Th e news i n whi ch himself he pri ded .

She in her turn told cous i n frog ,

And i n thi s manner each relati on

In the whole filth y race soo n learnt
My di r e a flr onts and sad vexat ion
'

The garden ro ses we r e full fair ,

And sweet the fra grance that they s ca tte r d ’

’
Yet early wi th e r d they and di ed ,
’
By a mysteri ous po i son sha tte r d .

An d next the n i ghtingale was si ck

’
To death that songster lov ed and ch eri s h d
,
—
,

That sang to every ro s e her song ;

Through her own po i son s taste she pe ri sh d
’ ’
.

0 most a cc ur s éd garden ! Yea ,

’
It was as th ough a cur s e o ppre ss d i t
Oft was I se i zed by ghostly fear ,

Whi le br oad clear dayli ght sti llposses s d i t ’

.

’
The green eyed spe c tre on me grinn d
-
,

Terror wi th fearful mockery vyin g ,

Wh i le from the yew trees strai ghtway rose

-

A sound of groani ng choki ng s i ghi ng

, ,
.

’
A t the long alley s end arose
The te rr a c e wher e the Balti c Ocean
’
A t t ime of flo od i ts b i llows da sh d
Aga inst the rocks in w ild commoti on .

Ther e sees one fa r across the main ,

Ther e stood I oft in wild dreams roam ing ;

,

The b r eake r s filld my heart as we ll

’

Wi th ceaseless roarin g raging foa ming

g.
.
,

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r oa m
s .

’
A foami ng r aging roarin g twas
, , ,

As power less as the billows cur li ng

Tha t the har d rock br oke mournfully ,

Pr oudly as they the ir shocks wer e hurling

Wi th envy saw I shi ps pass by ,

Some happ i er cou ntr y seekin g gladly,

Whi le I amin thi s castle ch a in d ’

Wi th bonds accurst and p in in g sadly ,

.

8 AP P E ND IX T O
.

parables di scar ding

OLY ,

And each guess however pi ous , ,

To these awful questi ons plainly

Seek wi th answer s to supply us
Wher efor e bends the J ust One bl eedi n g ,

Neath the c r oss s we i ght labor i ous

’ ’

Whi le upon hi s steed the Wi cked

Ri des a llp r oudly and vi ctori ous
-

Where in li es the fault ? It i s n ot

That ou r God i s not almi ghty
Or hath he hi mself offended
Such a thou ght seems wi ld and fii gh ty .

Thus are we for ever askin g ,

T il
l at length o ur mouths se c urely
’
Wi th a c lod of earth are fast en d ,

That i s not an answer surely ,

Y head by the mai den swar th y but fair

’ ’
Was p r e s s d gainst h e r bo som with yearni ng 3
’
But alas ! to gr ey s oon tur u d my hair
, ,

Where had fallen h e r tear s so bur ni ng .

’
l and she k iss d me lame
’
She ki ss d me il , ,

She ki ss d t illmy eyes wer e faded ;

’

My sp inal mar r ow dri ed up be came ,

’
B y her mouth s wild su c ki ng pe r vaded .

See Book II R omance ro "

. of .
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.) 16 H ar ms ’
POEM S .

But most of all my br ai n i s burni ng

“

Wi th a br i ght yellow vi olet fair ;

Wild beauty 1 How I gri eve wi th yearn i ng ,

To th i nk that I e njoy d thee ne er ! ’ ’

’
My comfor t i s Oblivi on s waters
Have not yet lost the ir olden m i ght
’
The dull hearts of earth s sons and daugh ters
’
To steep in Lethe s bli ssful n i ght .

V.

SAW them laughin g smi lin g gladly , ,

’
I saw them rui n d utte r ly
I heard them weeping dy ing sadly , ,
’
And yet I u tte r d not a si gh .

’
Each corp s e I as a mour ner fo llo w d ,
’
Yea to the churchyard fol
,
low d I ,
’
And then wi th appeti te I s wallow d
—
,

My noont ide meal I ll not deny ,

’
.

’
I now r e call that band long pe ri sh d ,
’
Wi th feeli n gs sa d de n d and oppr e ss d
'

’
L ike sudden glowi ng love once ch e r ish d
They str angely storm wi thi n my br east .

And most ti s Jnh et s tears so bur ni ng

’

That 111 my memory sp ri ng to li ght ;

My sadness tur ns to ce aseles s year ni ng ,

I call upon h e r day and ni ght .

In f everi sh dr e ams wi th s oft emoti on

,

The faded flowe r oft c om e s agai n ;

Methi nk s a po sthumous devot i on
’
To my love s glow i t offer s then .

0 gentle phantom clasp me ofte n ,

Wi th strong and ever str onger power ;

U nto my l i ps pr ess th i ne and soften ,

T h e b i tte r ness of thi s last hour .

H OU wast a mai den fa ir so good and ki n dly , ,

So neat so cool i n vai n I wai ted b l in dly

,
-

T ill c ame the hour wher ei n thy gentle heart

Wo uld ope and i nspi rati on play i ts part
, .
 L A TE S T ro a ms . 517

Yea i nsp irati on for those loft y th ings

,

Wh i ch p r ose and reason deem but wanderi ngs ,

But yet for whi ch the noble lovely good , ,

U pon th i s eart h rave s u fie r shed the ir blo od

'

.
, ,

U pon the Rh i ne s fa ir st rand wher e vi ne hi lls sm i le

’
-

Once i n glad summe r days we r o a md the whi le ;

, ,
’

Bri ght la u gh d the sun sweet i ncen se i n that hou r

’

S tr e a md from the beauteous cup of every flo we r

’
.

Th e purple pi nks and r os es br e a th d i n turn ’

Re d k isses on u s wh i ch like fir e d i d burn ;

,

’
Even the smallest dai sy s fai nt perfume
’
A ppea r d a hi s i deal then to bloom .

But thou di dst peacefully bes i de me go ,

In a whi te sat in dress demure and slow ,

L i ke some gir l s portrai t limn d by Ne tsch er s art

,
’ ’ ’
,

A l i ttle gla c i er se e md to be thy hea rt

’
.

’
T r eason s solemn judgmen t—seat
Thy full acq u i ttal hath been spoken ;
The ver d i c t says : the little one
By wo r d or deed no l a w hath broken .

Yes dumb a nd mot i onless thou s to od st

, ,

Wh ile ma dd n in g fla me s wer e rag ing through

’

'
Thou s tirre ds t not no wor d thou spak st
, ,

Yet thou lt be eve r gu i lty to me

’
.

T h r ougho u t my vi s i ons eve r y ni ght

A vo i ce a ccus ing ceaseth never
To char ge thee w i th illwill, and sa y
’
That thou hast r u in d me for ever .

It brings i ts pr oofs and wi tne sses ,

"
Its m u sty r olls fr om thought long ban ish
And yet at mor n i ng wi th my d r eam , ,
’

Lo th e a cc user too hath va n is h d 1

,

No w hath i t in my inmost hea r t ,

Wi th all i t s r e co r ds r efu ge taken ,

One only hau nts my memor y still :

That I a mru in d and forsaken ’
.
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’
518 .

HY letter was a fla s h of li ghtni n g ,

Illumi ng n i ght wi th sudden glow

It ser ved wi th dazz lin g for ce to show
How deep my mi sery i s how fr i gh t ni n g ,
’
.

m
’
E e n thou compassi on then di dst shar e
Who mi d y li fe s sa d desolati on
,
’ ’
, ,
’
Stood s t like the s c ulptor s mute cr e ati on
’

, ,

A s cold as marble and as fair , .

0 God how wret c hed mus t I be !

,

For i nto speech her li ps are waking ,

F r om out h e r eyes the te a rs are br ea ki ng ,

The stone feels for me tender ly .

The si ght hath filld me wi th confusi o n

’

Have pi ty Lor d though thou mayst c has te n

, , ,

Thy pe a ce bestow and qui ckly h a sten ,

Thi s fearful tr agedy s conclusi on ’

.

HE true sphyn x s form s the same as ’ ’

’
Woman s ; th i s I see full clear ly ;
’
A n d the paws and li on s body
’
Are the poet s fancy me rely .

Dark as dea th is sti ll th e ri ddle

’
Of th i s true sphynx E en the clever .

Son and husband of J ocas ta

Such a hard one found out never .

By good luck though woman knows not

, ,

H e r own ri ddle s explanati on ;

’

If the an swer she di sc ove r d ’

Earth would fall from i ts foundati on .

B R EE women sit at the cr ossway lonely,

They r e thi nking a nd spi nni ng
’

T hey re si ghi ng a n d gri nni ng

’

T he ir very aspect i s hi deous only .

The di stal? the firs t h old s so placi d ; ,

The thread s she sett eth ,

And each one we tte th ;

80 her hanging l i p is all dry and flacc id .
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s P OE MS .

For health alone and means of li vi ng ,

Lor d ask I ! Let me stay below

,

For many a day i ts bl ess ings gi vi ng ,

Besi de my wi fe i n s ta tu q ua 1
9 . T HE D R A G ONFL Y .

H E be auteous d ra gonfiy s dancing

’

B y the waves of the r i vulet glanci ng

She dances her e and she da nces ther e
The glimmeri ng gli tteri ng fiutte r e r fai r
,

, .

Full many a beetle wi th loud appla use

Admi res h e r dress of az ur e ga uze
A dm
,

i res h e r body s bri ght splendour

’

An d also h e r figur e so slender .

Full many a beetle to hi s cost , ,

Hi s mod ic um small of r eason lost

H e r wooers a r e hummi ng of love and truth,
Brabant and Holland pledgi ng forsooth .

The dra gonfly smi led and thus spake sh e

B r abant and Holland are nought to me
But haste if my ch a rms you admi re ,

And fetch me a sparklet of fire .

The cook has just been br ought to bed ,

And I my supper must cook i nstead ;

The coals on the hearth a r e burnt away,
”
Se fetch me a sparklet of fir e I p r ay , .

Scarce had th e false one spoken the wor d ,

When o ff the beetl e s fle w lik e a bir d , .

T hey seek for fir e and soon th ey fin d

,

Their home in the wood s left far behi n d ’

.

’
At lengt h they see a candle s l i ght
In garden bower burni ng br i ght
-

An d then wi th amo r ous senseless a i m

They headlong rush in the c andle s fla me
,
’
.

Th e candle s fla me wi th cr ac klin g consumed

’

The beetles and their fond hearts so d o omd ; ’

Wh i le some w i th the ir li ves di d expi ati on ,

Some only los t w ings i n the eo nfia gr a ti on .

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O woe to the beetle who s e wi n gs have been

,

Burn t 0 3 ! In a forei gn land I we en

H e must crawl on the ground li ke verm
, ,

in fell ,

Wi th hum i d insects th at nast ily sme ll .

’ ’
One s bad compani ons he s h e ard to say —
,

Are th e wor st of plagues in exi le s day ,

’
.

’
We r e for ced to converse wi th every sort
Of noxi ous creatures of bugs i n short , ,

Who treat as though their c omrades were

us we ,
Because i n the selfsame mud we be .

Of thi s c o m
’

pl
a i n d old V irgil s sc holar
’

The poet of exi le and hell wi th choler , .

I thi nk wi th gr i ef of the happi er ti me ,

When I i n my glory s well wi nged prime ’

-

In my nati ve ether was playi ng ,

Ou sunny flo we r s was strayi ng .

F r om rosy c alixe s food I drew ,

Was thought of i mportance and wheeli ng , fle w

W i th butte rfli e s all of elegance rare ,

And wi th the cri cket the arti st fai r ,

.

’
But sin c e my poor wi ngs I happen d to burn ,
’
To my father land now I ne er can return ;
I mtur n d to a wor m that wil l soon exp ire
’ ’
, ,

I mrotting away in fore i gn mi re

’
.

0 would that I had never met

The dra gonfly that azure coquette
, ,

W i th figure so fine and slender ,

The fai r but cruel p r etender !

10 A S CE NS ION
. .

EH
body lay on the bi er of death ,

Whi le the poo r s oul when gone ,

i ts bre ath ,

Es c ap ing from earth s constant ri ot ’

Was on i ts way to heavenly qui et .

Then kn ock d i t at the portal hi gh

'

And spake these words wi th a hea vy s igh

Saint Pete r g ive me i nsi de a place ,

mso tired
,

of l
ifo s ha rd
’

I a ra ce .
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Ou s i lken p i llows I fai n would r est

’
In heaven s br i ght r ealms a n d pla y my nest ,
~

Wi th da r li ng angels at blin dma n s—bu ff ’

Enjoyi ng r epos e and b lis s enough 1 ”

A clatte r of sli ppe r s e r e long wa s hear d ,

A bunch of keys a ppe ar d to be stirr d ’ ’

And out of a latti c e the entr ance near , ,

Saint Peter s vis age was see n to peer

’
.

He spake The vagabonds come agai n ,

The g ipsi es Poles and their be ggar ly trai n

, , ,

The i dlers and the Hottentots

They come alone and they come in knots ,

And fai n would enter on heaven s bri ght r est ’

And there be angels and ther e be blest ,

.

Halloa hal loa ! F ur gallows fa c es

,
’

L i ke your s for su ch contempti ble r aces

,

Wer e never cr eated the hal ls of bli ss ,

’
Your por t i on s wi th Satan far o ff from thi s , .

Away away and take your fli gh t

, ,

To the black pool of endless n i ght .

’ ’
The old man thus gro wld but hadn t the heart ,

To con ti nue to play a blusteri ng part ,

8 0 added these wo r ds i ts sp i r i ts to cheer ,

Poor soul i n truth thou dost not appear

,

To that base troop of r o gues to belong

Well well I ll grant thy desir e so strong
, ,
’

Because i t i s my bi r thday to day -

,

And I feel just now i n a mer c iful way .

But meanwhi le tellme the country and pl a ce

Fr om when c e thou c omest and was i t the case
That thou wast marri ed It happens sometimes
A husband s pati en c e atones fo r a l l cr i mes
’

A husband n e ed not in hel l to be ste w d ’

N or need we h i mfrom heaven exclude .

Th e so ul repli ed : Fr om Prussi a I came ,

My nat ive town i s Ber li n by name ,

T her e ri pples the Sp r ee and i n i ts bed ,

The young cadets jump heels over head

It o ve rflo ws ki ndly when r ai ns b egin ,

A beauti ful sp ot i s i ndeed Be r li n 1

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HE IN E S P O EMS .

And ever applaud e ach tu nefu l hymn

Of cher ub i m and of se r aphi m .

Compare them all wi th S i gnor R ub i n i ,

Wi th Mari o and Tamburi n i ,

G i ve them the t i tle of Exc ellenci es ,

And be not spari ng of r ever en ci es .

The singer s in heaven as well as on eart h , ,

Have all loved fla tte r y s ince their bi rth .

’
Th e wor ld s great Chapel master on hi gh -
,

E e n H e i s pleas ed when they glor ify

’
.

H i s wor ks and del i ghteth to hea r a d or d

’
,

The wonders of God the mi ghty Lor d , ,

And when a psa lm to Hi s glor y and prai se

In th i ckest i n ce nse c louds they ra i se .

For get me not Whenever to thee .

Th e glor y of heaven c auses ennui ,

Then hi ther come and at car ds we llplay ,

’
.

Al lgames al ike a r e in my way ,

Fr om d ou bled ummy to far o I ll go ’

We ll also dr i nk But ap r op os
’
.
, ,

If thou should st m e et when goi ng from hence

’

, ,

The Lo r d and H e should ask thee fr om whence

,

Thou c oms t let no wor d of Be r lin be sai d

’

, ,
”
But say from Vi enna or Mun i ch i nstead
, .

11 TH E . A FFIA NCE D ON ES .

H OU we e p s t , and on me l o ok s t bel i evi ng

’ ’
,

T hat thou art fo r my angui sh gri evi ng

’
T hou k n o w s t not wi fe that t i s f or th e e
’
’

, ,

The tea r esc apes thee , not for me .

0 tell me if i t be not true

That o e r thy spiri t someti mes grew
’

The blest for ebodi ng showi ng thee ,

That we wer e jo i n d by fate s decr ee ’ ’

U ni te d bl i ss was our s b elow

, ,

But se ver d nought i s our s bu t woe

’

, .

In the great book ti s wr i tten clear ly ’

T ha t we should love ea ch other dea rly .

Thy pl a c e Sho uld be u pon my br east ,

Her e fir st awoke self knowl edge b lest ; -

F r om out t he r ealm of plants wi th power ,

’
Twas mi ne to fr ee to k i ss thee flo we r 1 , ,
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Ra i se thee to me to h i ghest lif e

Twas mi ne to give thee soul my w ife
, ,
’
.
,

No w, when re vea ld
’
the ri ddles sta nd ,

When in the hour glass i s the sand -

’
R un out w e ep not ti s or d e r d so
’

,
,
’
Alone thou lt wi ther when I go ; ,

Thou l t wi ther er e thou yet hast bloo md

’
,
’
,

E re thou hast glow d be q ue n ch d and d oo md ;

’ ’ ’

Thou lt di e and be the prey of death

'

E re thou hast learnt to draw thy breath .

I know i t now By heaven tis thou .

,
’

Whom I have love d How b i tte r now .

,

The moment we are join d for ever ’

T o fin d the hour when we must sever .

The welcome meanwh ile must gi ve way

To sad farewell We part to day .

’
For evermo r e for ti s not gi ven
,

To us to meet again in heaven .

Beauty to dust wil lfall at last ,

Thou lt pass away a nd c rumble fast

’

,
.

The poets fate wi ll happi er be

’

Death cannot ki ll them utte r ly .

’
Anni hi lati on strikes a s ne er ,
’
We l i ve in poesy s land so fa i r ,

In Avalon where fairi es dwell

,

Dea r corpse for ever fare thee well !

,

12 . T H E P H IL ANT HR OP IS T .

was a brother and sister

H E R E once ,

was poor the br o ther was ri ch

Th e si ste r , .

The poor one sai d to the ri ch one

”
G ive me a p i ece of brea d .

Th e h one sai d to the poo r one

r ic

Leave me tod ay in peace ,

Wh ile I gi ve my ye ar ly banquet
To the lo r ds of the Council all .

The fir st doth tur tles o uP r el i sh ,

The second doth p inea pples eat ,

The thi rd i s fond of pheasant

And Pe r igo r d tru di es to o .
52 6 mama s ’
P O EM S .

The fourth eats nought bu t sea fish,

The fifth i n sal mon deli ghts ,

The si xth of each di sh eateth ,

”
And dr i nketh even mor e .

The poo r r ejected si ster

Went h un gry back to h er house ;
She th rew her se lf on her stra w bed , -

And d e eply si ghed and di ed .

We all ali ke must peris h !

The scythe of death at l a st
Mowed down the wealthy b r oth er ,

As i t the siste r had mown .

And when the wealthy br other

Hi s end appr oachi ng saw ,

H e sent for hi s notar y qui ckly ,

And str ai ght way made hi s will .

’
Wi th legaci es la r ge and li b r al
’
The cler gy he e n d ow d ,

The schools and the g r eat museum

,

Of zoological th ings .

An d noble sums moreover

’
Th e great testato r be q u e a th d
To the dea f and dumb asylum
And J e wi sh Conver s i on fun d
A handsome bell be stow d he ’

’
On the new Sai nt Stephen s tower ;
It we i ghs five hund r ed centners ,
Of fir s t r ate metal too
-
.

It is a bell enor mous ,

And so un ds both ear ly and late ;

It sounds to the pr ai se a n d glory
Of that most ex c ellent man .

It tells wi th i ts tongu e of i ro n
, ,

Of all the good he has done

To the to wn and his fellow t o wns m
Whatever mi ght be their fai th
e -

.
m
Thou great benefactor of mort a ls
In death as well as i n li fe
’
Th e great be l l s ever pr oclai mi ng
Each benefa c ti on of thi ne !
52 8 nnn ms ‘

POEMS .

O marry me and be not cold

,
.

For I ha ve a belly of gl i ste ni ng g old .

My ba ck i s a mass of glory and show ,

Ther e r ubi es gli tter ther e emer alds glow

,

0 would that I wer e a fool jus t now !

I d never mar ry a beetle I vow
’
.
,

I care not for emer alds rubi es or gold , , ,

I know that no happ i ness ri c hes enfold

T is to w r d the i deal my thought

’ ’
soar s h i gh ,

For I a mi n truth a haughty fly .

The beetle flew off wi th a heart like to br eak,

,

Th e fly went away a bath to take

, .

0 what has become of my mai d the bee

Tha t she when I mwashi ng may wai t on me
, ,
’

That she may stroke my soft hair outsi de ,

F or I a mnow a beetle s b r i de
’
.

In t ruth a splendi d par ty I llgive

,
’

For handsomer beetle never did li ve .

H is ba ck i s a mass of glor y and show ,

Ther e r ubi es gl i tte r ther e emeralds glow

, .

H i s belly i s golden and noble each fea t ure ;

,

W i th envy will bur st full many a c r eature .

M ak e haste Mi ss Bee and dr ess my hai r

, , ,

And l a ce my wai st use pe rfu n es r ar e

, .

’
Wi th otto of r oses r ub me o e r ,

And lavender o ilon my feet then pour ,

’
T hat I mayn t st i nk or nasti ly smell ,

When I i n my bri degroom s a rms shall dwell ’

.

Alre a dy are fli tt ing the dr a gon fli e s blue ,

A s ma i ds of honour to wa i t on me too .

Into my bri dal ga rland they ll twi ne ’

The blo s soms wh i te of the or ange so fine .

F ull many m u sici ans ar e asked to the place ,

And singers as well of the grasshoppe r r ace

, .

The b i ttern drone hornet and ga dfly allcome

, , , ,

To blow on the trumpet and beat the drum , .

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po . 529
’
They t e a llto s tri ke up for th e glad wed di ng fe ast
Th e gay wi ng ed gues t s from gre atest to l eas t
-
, ,

Are co ming in fami li es dapper and bri sk ,

The commoner i nsec ts amongst them fri sk .

The grasshoppers wasps and the aunts and the cous ins
, , ,

Are comi n g whilst trumpets are blowi ng by dozens

, .

The pastor the mole in bl a ck di gnified state

, , ,

Has a ls o arri ved and the hour grows late

, .

The bells are all soun ding ding dong din g a dong -
,
- -

’
But where 8 my dear br i degroom li ng ring so long ? ’

D ing dong di ng a dong sound the bells all the day

, , ,

The bri degroom however has flo wn far away .

The bells are all sound ing ding dong ding a—dong -
,
-

’
But wher e s my dear bri degroom ling ri ng so long ’

The bri degroom has meanwhi le taken hi s seat

On a di stant dun ghil l enjoyi ng the h e at , .

Seven years there s i ts h e unti l hi s for gotte n ,

Poor bri de has long b e en dead and rotten .

I4 M IM I
. .

no modest c i ty cre ature

B y th e h e arth demur ely sp i nni ng ,

But a free cat on the r oof ,

In the air wi th manner s wi nni ng

,
.

When in summer ni ghts I mmus ing ’

On the r oof i n grateful cool nes s

, ,

Musi c in me purrs I s ing ,

n
From my heart s o e rp ower i ng fulne ss ’
'

Thus she speaks and from her bosom ,

W ild and weddi ng songs stream thi ckly -

,

And the melody allures

All the cats unmarri ed qui ckly .

Pur r ing mewi ng th ither h a sten

, ,

Al l the young cats pl ai n or brindled , ,

And wi th M i mi Jo i n in chorus
Full of love w i th pass i on kin dled
,

.
,

They are no mer e vi rtuosos

Who p r ofane for s o rdi d wages , ,

Mus i c but of harmony

,

Ar e apos tles true and s ages ,

.
530 mama s ’
r oa m
s .

They no i nst ruments use ever ,

E a ch i s his own flu te and V i ol;

Allthe i r noses trumpets a r e
Bellies drums and no deni al
,

.
, ,

They i n chorus rai se their voi ces ,

In one gener al i nter mezzo ,

Playi ng fugues as if by B a ch
, ,

Or by G ui do of Arezzo .

m
Wild the sy phoni es they r e si nging
L ike capr i cci os of Beethoven ,
’

Or of Be r li oz who s e xce l
’
ld
’

By t h e ir str a i ns so i n terwoven .

Wonder ful their musi c 8 m i ght i s !

Magi c notes wi thout an equal !
E en the heavens they shake th e stars
’

Allturn palli d i n the se quel .

When the magi c notes she heareth

'

And the wondrous tones deli ghtful ,

Then Selene h i des h er face

Wi th a veil of clouds so fri ghtful ,

But the ni ghti ngale wi th envy

Scan dalous old pri ma donna
'

Turns her nose u p snufis and sco r ns ,

Mimi s voi ce to h e r d i shonour

,
’
.
,

Never mi nd !
’
She ll go on s ingi ng
Spi te the envy of S i gnora ,

T il
l on the hor i zon s seen
’

Sm
,

i li ng ros ily Auro ,

15 GOOD A D V ICE
. .

E A SE
thy blushes and thy sorrow,
Boldly woo and not asi de , ,

Ci vi l they will be to morr ow —

,

And thou thus wi lt win thy bri de .

’
Ti s the fiddle makes the r evel ,

G i ve then the musi c i ans gold ;

, ,

Though thou wi sh them at the devi l ,

Ki ss th y aunts in law though old

- -
, .
532 ma m s a
’
P O EM S .

One wi th t im i d face but wi lling

, ,

Thr ows i n to the box a shillin g ,

For he has a h e art then gai ly ,

—

Follows he hi s busi nes s dai ly

0 the p r etty or phan c hi ldren 1
’
One a golden loui s d or -

Next be stows but n ot be for e

‘

Heavenward lookin g hopi ng bl i ndly ,

T hat the Lo r d w i ll v i ew hi mki ndly

O the pretty orpha n chi ldren !

Porters coopers wmki ng men

, , ,

Ser vants make t o day agai n

,
-

Hol iday and dr a i n their glasses

, ,

D ri nki ng to these l a ds and lasses

O the p r etty o r phan c h i ldren !

Tutelar Hammoni a
Follows them i ncogni ta
As she mo ves h e r for m gi ganti c
,

Sways about in manne r fr anti c

,

O the p r etty o r ph a n chi ldren !

In the green fie ld wher e they went

Musi c fills the lofty tent ,
’
Cove r d o e r w i th flag and banner ;
’

T her e ar e fed in sumpt uous mann er

All these pr etty orph an chi ldr en .

T her e i n lengthy rows they s it ,

Eat ing many a ni ce ti t bi t, -

Tar ts and c akes and sweet th ings crunchi ng

Whi le lik e li ttle mi c e they re munchin g
,
’

All these p r etty o r ph a n chi ldren .

No w my thoughts to dwell begi n

On an o r phan ho u se wher e i n -

Ther e no fe asti ng i s or gladness ,

Wher e lament i n c easeless s adness ,

Millions of poor o r phan ch il dren .

no uni forms are seen

T her e ,

Many want their d i nner e en ’

No two walk together yonder ,

Lonely sorr owfully wander

,

Many mi ll i on orphan c h il dren .

 L ATEST ro a m
s . 533

17 . THE R OBBE RS .

HILE Laura s ar m wi th tender feel ing

’

, ,

Embraced me on the couch the fox ,

Her worthy husband fr om my box

My banknotes q u i etly was steal ing .

My pockets now have got no cash i n !

Was Laura 8 ki ss a s imple lie
’

Ah ! what 1s tru th 9 In days gone by .

Thus Pilate ask d h i s h a nds whi le washing

, .

Thi s e vil wor ld de ca y d and rotten

,
’

I soon sh a ll ne er agai n behold

’

I see that he who has no gold

W il
l very soon be qui te fo r gotten .

F or you pur e souls whose hab i tati on

, ,

In yonder realms of l i ght I se e ,

My bosom yea r ns No wants have .

ye ,
S o stea l
i ng i s not your vocati on .

T H E Y OU NG CATS CLU B F OR P OE TR Y -M U S IC
’
18.

HE phi lharmon i c young c ats club

’

U pon the r oof was c ollected

T o— n i ght but not fo r sensual joys
, ,

N 0 wrong co uld the r e be detected .

N 0 summer ni ght s wedd ing d r eam there was

’
dreamt ,

N 0 song of love d i d they utte r

In the win ter season , in fr ost and snow ,
For frozen was eve r y gutte r .

A newborn sp ir i t hath r ecently

Come ove r the whole ca t nat ion, -

But chie fly the yo u ng , and th e young cat

Mor e earnest wi th insp ir at i on .

The fr i volous gener at i on of old

Is ext inct and a newbo r n yearni ng
, ,

A pussy spri ngt ime of poetry

-

In a rt and i n li fe they r e learni ng’

.

’
The phi lharmoni c young ca ts club
Is now r etu rn ing to a rtle ss
And prim i t ive mus ic and n a i vet e
. ,

Fr om mode r n fash i ons all head le ss .

534 mam ’

a s POEMS.

It seeks i n mus i c for p o etry ,

R oulades wi th the quavers omi tted

It seeks for poet ry mus i c voi d
,
-
,

F o r voi ce and i nstrument fitte d .

’
It seeks for geni us s sove r ei gn sway ,

Whi ch oft en bungles tr uly ,

Yet oft i n a rt u nconsc i ously

At ta ins the hi ghest stage duly .

lt honour s the geni u s whi ch p r efers

Dame Natur e to keep at a di stance ,

And wi ll not show o ff i ts lear n ing in fact ,

—

l ts l e a r n i ng not havi ng exi sten ce .

T h i s i s the p r ogr amme of o ur ca t c lub ,

And wi th these i ntent i ons elated ,

It h olds i ts fir s t wi nter con cer t to n i gh t -

Ou the roof as befo r e I have stated

, .

Yet sa d was the exe cu ti on alas ! ,

Of thi s g r eat i dea so splend i d ;

I msorry my dear fr i end Ber l i oz
’

, ,
’
T hat by thee i t wasn t atte nded .

It was a cha r i vari as though

,

W i th br andy elated g r eatly ,

T hr ee dozen p i per s st r u ck u p the t une

T hat the poo r cow d i ed of lately .

It was an utter medley as thou gh

,

In No a h s a r k wer e b eg inn ing

’

T he whole of the b e a sts i n un i son

Th e Deluge to tell of m s in gin g ,

0 what a cr oak i ng snar li ng and noi se

, ,

0 what a me win g and yelli ng !

A n d even the chi mneys a l lJo in d 111
’

Th e wonder ful c hor us s we l lin

A ri d loudest of a l lwas hea r d a vo i c e
Wh i ch sounded langui d and s h ri e ki n
A s Sontag s voi c e b e c ame at the last
’

When u tter ly br oken and squeaki ng .

The whi ms i c al con c er t Meth inks that they

A grand Te Deum wer e chantin g ,

To honour the t r i umph o e r r eason o bta in d

’ '

By commonest fr enzy and cant in g .

 HEINE S
’
536 P OEM S .

Your emper or no your fath er I ll be ’

’
’

-
, , ,

Y our welfar e shall b e my sole glo r y

O bl i ssful thoug ht I i t makes me as p r oud
’
As the Gr a c e h i s mother i n stor y .

’
I ll gover n my people by feel ing alone ,

And not by the l i ght of me re r eason ;

I never co uld bea r di plomacy ,

And pol i ti cs hate lik e t r eason .

A huntsman a mI and Natur e s o wn chi ld , ,

Who had i n the for est my tr a ini n g ,

Wi th chamoi s and sn ipe and r oeb uck and boar ,

A foe to all non s ense and fei gni ng .

B y p r o c lamat i on s I never enti ced ,

No p r i nted pamphlet i nvented

I say : M y people the salmon s all gone ,
’

Wi th cod for to day be contented —

.

If I don t please you as Emperor take

’

T h e firs t donkey that comes about you

I had when I l i ved i n the T y r ol no lack
, , ,
”
’
I ve plenty to eat wi thout you .

Thu s speak I but now my wi fe far ewell

, , , ,

I m ust end my long d i scourses ;

’
My father i n law s post ilion s outsi de ,
- -
’

Awa i t ing me wi th the hor ses .

Qui ck hand me over my travelli ng c ap

, ,

Wi th the r ibb on a l lb la ck r e d golden ; - -

Thou lt see me soo n wi th the di adem

’

In the d r ess i mper i al and olden .

T hou lt see me i n the Plu vi al too

’

T h e p u r ple r obe so glo r i ous ,

The gift of the Sar a cen Sultan er st

To Otto the Caes ar v i c tor i ous
, .

Beneath I shall wear the Dalmat ian dress,

,

Wher eon i n each spe c i es of jewel

, ,

A tr ai n of l i ons a nd c amels i s wo rk d ’

And fabulous monster s and cr uel .

U pon my br east the stole I shall wear ,

y b lended
S i gni fica n tl
Wi th eagles b la ck on a yellow groun d,
The gar ment i s r eally splendi d .
 L A TEST P e r ms . 537

Farewell ! Posteri ty shall say

I re igu d wi th honest i ntenti on
’
.

Wh o knows Poste r i ty pe r chance

My name wi ll neve r mention .

20 R E C OLL E CT IONS FR OM K R A H WINKE L S D AY S

’
.

OF T E R R OR .

mayor and senate of the town ,

o r der s now lay down

To all who love the ir c ity tr uly ,

Enjoi ni ng them to keep them duly .

T i s for e i gne r s and strangers most

’

Wh o the ir r ebelli ous sp ir i t boast

Thank God such rogues ( to put i t fai rly )
,

The ch ildren of the soi l are r a r ely .

The Atheists l ikewi s e a r e con ce rn d ; ’

For he by whom h i s God i s s pur n d ’

Is sur e at last to hold detested

Al lthose on ea r th w i th power i nvested .

Chr i sti an
and J e w at close of day
, ,

Must shut thei r shops w i thout delay

”
Obey your rule r s should be ever
’
Both J e W and Ch r i sti an s fir st endeavour .

No per son shall be seen at n i ght

In any st r eet wi thout a l ight ;
Wh e r e three or mor e in gr oups a r e stand in g ,

Let them at once begi n di sbandi ng .

Each one must b r ing hi s weapons all ,

And lay them do wn i n the gu i ldh all ;

And ever y ki nd of ammuni t i on
Is subject to the same c on di t io n .

He who i n any publ i c spot

Ventur e s to r eason shall be shot ;
,

H e who by gestur es da res to reaso n

Shall pay the penalty of tr eason .

Confide i n the authori t i es ,

S e grac i ous but withal so

,
wi se ,

Who rule the fort u nes of the c ity ’

,

And hold your tongues o r mo re s the p1ty

,
538 Bu mn s ’

POE M S .

2 1 TH E. AUD IE NCE .

(A n d
ol Fa bl e ) .

’
LL
’
let not my ch i ldr en l ike Phar aoh be dro wn d ,

In the Nile s deep t ur bule nt water

’

Nor a mI a tyrant l ike Her od of old .

,

No patron of ch i ldr en s slaughter

’
.

I will as my g r a ci ous Savi our d i d

, ,

F i nd the si ght o f the ch i ldr en pleasant ;

S e suffer the chi ld r en to c ome and fir s t ,
”
T h e bi g one the Swab i an peasant
, .

Thus spake the monar ch the Chamber lai n ran ,

’
And r e turn d i nt r oduci ng slowly
,

The stalwar t c hi ld fr om S wabi a s land ’

Who made a reve r ence lowly .

Thus spake the ki ng A Swab ian art thou

’
T her e s no di sgra ce i n that s u r ely .

Qui te r i ght ! I was bor n i n S wab i a s land ’

R epl i ed the Swabian dem ur ely .

Art the n from the seven Swab i ans spru ng

In t r uth I mdescended
’
A sk d the other
’
.

From one of them only the Swabi an r epl i ed , ,

And not fr om the whole of them blended .

The king then a sk d A r e d u mpl i ngs thi s year

’
!

In Swabi a as usual eaten

I mobl i ged for the quest ion
”
the Swab i an r ejoi n d ’
'

, ,

T hey a r e not easily beaten .

A nd do ye st i ll boast bi g men nex t sai d

The monar ch Why just a t p r esent
. .

T h e b ig ones a r e s c ar c e bu t i n thei r place ,

” ’
We ve fat ones a n s we r d the peasant
’
,
.

H as Menzel , added the k ing, r ece i ved

On h i s ear many boxes lately
I mobl i ged fo r the questi on
”
’
the Swabi an . sai d ,
The fo r mer ones p un ish d h i mgreatly ” ’
.

’
The k ing then sai d T h e a r t not such a fool
, ,

My fr i end as thou fai n wouldst per suade me

,
.

”
T hat s be ca u se I was ch a nged i n my c r adle sai d he ,
’

,
”
By the c ob ol d s who d iffer ent made me,
.
540 mama ’

s P OE M S .

J us t at thi s ti me , i n the Senate—house

A pp ear d the w hi te l ad y ghostly ,
’

The spe c tre th at heralds th e co i ng of woe , m

They c all h e r the Housekeeper mostly .

By n i ght they sa y i n the Senate hou s e -

She i s wont to make h er appear ance ,

Whenever the Ge rmans thei r fool ish tri cks pla y

Wi th e xtra pe r sever an ce .

I saw h e r mys e lf at the selfsame time

As she r o a md i n the hou r s of slumber
’

Through the silent chamber s wher ei n were pi led .

’
The mi ddle ages old l umber .

She held the lamp and a bun ch of keys

In h er hands so pale and s i c kly ;
She op e n d th e p r e sses against the walls
’

,
’
A nd th e chests s tr e w d ar ound h e r thi ckly .

Ther e lie the i mper ial insi gni a all ,

Ther e lies the bulla llgolden -
,

The s ceptr e the r eg a l apple the cr own

, , ,

An d mor e of s u ch fa n ci e s olden .

Ther e lie the anci ent i mperi al robes ,

The pur ple fri pper y faded ,

’

The Ger man k ingdom s wardrobe i n fac t ,

No w r usted and rot per vaded

-
.

The Housekeeper mour nfu lly shakes h e r he a d

A t the s i ght then wi th deep d i sple a s u r e
,

She suddenly cr i es at the top of h e r voi c e

The whole of them st ink beyond measur e !
The whole of them s tink wi th m i ce s d ung ’

An d r otten and mo u l dy s the ermi ne

’

Am d all the gau dy tr umpe r y wo r k

Is swarm in g wi th noxi ous ve r m in .

In t r uth on th i s splend i d er m i ne dress

, ,

Once u sed at the cor onat i on ,

The c ats of the Senate house d i stri ct are wont

-

To l i e as the i r ly ing i n stati on

,
-
.

T i s useless to clea n them ; I p i ty the fate

Of the Empe r o r ne xt elec ted ;
By the flea s i n h i s c or onat i on r obe
H is health wil l be sur ely a ffec ted .
 L A TES T POEM S .
541

And know ye that a llthe people must scratch

,

Whenever the Empe r or i tches

,

O Ge r ma ns I dread the pr i nc ely flea s

,

Who swallow up mu c h of your r iches .

Yet what is the us e of monar c h and fle as

For rusty ar e now and all r otten
The olden costu mes By modern days
—

Are the anci ent dresses for gotten .

The Ge r man poet at K yfi h a user sai d

'

To Barb arossa qu i te tr uly

I fin d tha t we want no Emperor now ,

When I we i gh the matter duly .

’

But if spi te of a ll ye an emp ire mus t have

, , ,

Wi th an Empe r or r ei gn ing o er ye ’

,
’
My worthy Ge r mans don t s ufie r yourselves
'

To be sn a r ed by geni us o r glor y .

Choose one of the people your monarch to be ,

Al lsons of the nobles r eje ct ye ;

Selec t not the lion select ne t the fox
.
,

The dullest of sheep ele c t ye .

Elect as your Monarch Colon i a s son ’

The crown to dull Kobes awardi ng ;

The geni us of Duln ess well n i gh is h e -
,
’ ’
Hi s people he ll ne er be defra udi ng .

A log i s ever the best of ki ngs ,

As Esop has shown i n the fable

H e cannot devour us poor frogs u p ,

A s the sto r k wi th hi s long b illis able .

Be sure that Kobes no tyrant wi ll be ,

No Holofernes o r Ne r o ;
H e boasts no terri ble ant i que heart ,

A soft modern heart has our he r o .

Thou gh vulgar pri de m ight see m such a h e art ,

Yet i n the arms of the helot

Of wor k the unfo r tun ate threw h imself ,

Becomi ng a regular zealot .

Th e men of th e jo ur neym e n s B w a che mcha

fl
’

As p r esi dent Kobes ele c ted ;

H e shared wi th the m the ir last p ie ce of bre a d ,

They held himvastly respec t ed .

542 Ha ms ’
Po m
s .

They boasted that he i n all hi s life

Had never been at c ol lege ,

And out of h i s he a d c ompo s ed hi s books

B y the l
i ght of i nt u i t i ve knowledge .

Yes hi s consummate i gno r ance

,

Was the fr u it of h i s o wn endeavour ;

W ith for ei gn wi sdom and trai n in g he
Had i njured hi s i ntellect neve r .

’
Fr om abstract ph i losophy s i nfl ue n ce h e
Kept l ike wi se h i s tho u ghts and h i s sp iri t
Enti r ely free H i mself he r emai n d
.
—
’

Yes Kobes has really h i s meri t !

,

The tear of the usual ster eotype form

In hi s beaut i ful eye i s gleami ng
And fr o mhi s l i ps i n ce s santly
,

The grossest stup i d i ty s stre a min g ’

.

H e prates and he grins , and he gr ins and pr ates ,

H i s wor ds wi th long ear s

are p r ov i d e d ;
A p r egnant woman who hear d h i mspeak
Ga ve b i rth to a donkey deci de d .

’
Wi th scri bbl i ng books and kni tt ing he s wont
H i s idle hour s to fla vou r ;
The stocki ngs th at he wi th h i s o wn hands kn i t
Have met wi th part ic ular favour .

To devote hi mself wholly to kn itting he s be gg d ’ ’

B y Apollo and a l lthe M u ses

’
They re fr i gh te n d wheneve r they see that hi s hand
’

A goose—qui ll labo ri o u sly us es .

Hi s kn i tti ng r e c als the olden time

Of the Fu n ken ,
* —
l stood kni ttin g
who a l
Whi le mount ing guar d these men of Cologne
.
—

No means of amu sement om i ttin g .

If Kobes is E mp r or he ll sur ely r ecal

’ ’
,

To l i fe th ese F un ken deserving ;

The val i a nt band will surr ound hi s throne ,

A s the guard imperi al se r vi ng .

Funk en (o r S pa rks) was th e na m e g ve n to the so ld e rs of i i

ogne
Col b
e fore the R e vol i
u t on, wh o use d to k ni t when on gua rd .
544 E mma s ’
POEM S .

’
They ll step outsi de wi th thei r clatteri ng bon es,
All dancing wi th r apture and spri ngi ng
I hear them the Hallelujah s str ains ’

A nd Kyri e Elei son sin gin g .

Thus spoke the dr ead whi te ni ghtly ghost

W i th loud upr oar i ous laughter ;
Thr ough all the r esou nding halls of the place
The echo r ang wi ldly long after .

13 . E PIL OGUE .

R AV E S they say are wa r d by glory m ’

Fool i sh wo r ds and empty stor y

Better fa r the war mth we pr ove
F r om a c o w gir l deep i n love
-

m
,

Wi th h e r ar s ar ound u s flun g,
R eeki n g wi th the smell of dung .

And that war mth i s b etter too

That man s entr ai ls pi er ces through
’

When he d ri nk s hot pu n c h and wi ne ,

Or hi s fillof gr og d i vi ne ,
In the vilest , meanest den
’
Mongst the thi eves and sc um of en, m
Who e scape the gallows da i ly ,
But who br eathe and li ve a ll- gaily,
lVi th as envi able fate
’ ’
As e en T heti s son so great .

R i ghtly di d Pel i des say :

L i vi ng i n the meanest way
In the upper wor ld s worth more
’

Than bes ide the Stygi an shore

K in g of shades to be ; a hero
Such as Homer sang is z ero .
 L ATES! P OEMS. 545

AD D END A TO TH E P OEMS .
‘

T H E SON G OF S ONG S .

A IR
’
woman s bod y i s a song
Ins cri bed by our great Make r
In N ature s m i ghty album e rst
’

When moved to l ife to wake her .

Ah yes prop i ti ous was the hour

’
When thus he show d compass i on !
Th e coy r ebelli ous st a h he work d
' ’

In true arti sti c fashi on .

Yes woman
’ ’
, s body i s mongst songs , ,

Th e song most sweet and tender ,

And wond r ous str oph e s are her li mbs ,

Se snowy whi te and slender

-
.

A nd then h e r neck , h e r gli steni ng n eck,

0 what a godlike noti on 1
Wh ere the mai n thought, h e r little head,
R ocks wi th a graceful moti on .

L ike p olish d epi grams one loves

’

’
Her bosom s ro sebuds dearly ;
En chanti ng the c aasura i s
That parts her breasts severely .

The song has fle sh ri bs hands and fee t

, , , ,

No abstrac t poem thi s i s !

Wi th li ps that r hyme delici ously
It smi les and sweetly ki sses .

True poetry i s breathing here ,

Grace shi nes in each di recti on ;

The s o ng upon i ts fo r ehead bears
Th e s tamp of all perfecti on .

lprai se
Il
’
thee Lord and in the dus t
, ,

Wi ll humbly kneel to show i t

Bun glers are we compared wi th thee
, ,

Thou glori ous heavenly Poet .

Thes e two poe ms w ere b

first pu lished in the Mun na lm
a na ch

for 1854.

2 x
546 mama ’
s roa m
s .

Befor e the splendour of thy s on g

lbow i n ador at i on
’
Il ,

And to i ts study day and ni ght

Pay closest appli cati on .

Yes day and ni ght I ll study i t

,
’

N0 loss of ti me admi tti ng ;

80 shall I soon wi th over work
Be thi nner than be fittin g .

T HE SUT TLE R S SONG

’
.

(Fromth e Thi rty Y ea rs War )

’
.

HE brave hussar s I dear ly love ,

I love e ach gallant fellow ;

Wi thout di st incti on I love them all ,

The blue as well as the yellow .

The musketeers I dearly love ,

I love the musketeers too ,

The officers pri vates and recrui ts

, , ,

And tho s e of older years too .

Th e i nfantry and cava lr y

I love the brave fellows si n cerely ;
A nd then the art i llery,— one and all ,

I love them truly and dearly .

I love the Germans I love the Fr ench

, ,

I love the Itali ans and Dutchmen ;

I love the Bohemi a ns Span ia rds and S we des
I love bo th many and much me n
, , ,

Wha tever may be his nati ve land ,

Whatever his fai th or persuasi on

Provi ded a m
,

a n i s sound in health
I love hi mon ev ry occasi on
,
’
.

i gi on
R el a nd
country are nothi ng mor e
Than hi s ou ts ide clothi ng God b less hi m! .
—

’
A way wi th hi s co v r ing that I to my h eart
,
 P O S TH UM O U S P O E MS .

H ORS E A ND A SS .

T R AI N was r ushin g along one day ,

Wi th carr iages en gine and tender ; ,

c him
,

ney vomi ted fort h i ts smoke ,

L ike a dash i ng old offender .

’
The tra in p a ss d a far myar d and over the hedge
,

A grey hor se at the sou nd of the wh i stle

, ,

S tre tc h d out h i s head an ass stood by

’

Demur ely chewi ng a t hi stle .

W i th wonde r ing gaze the horse long sta r ed

A t the tr ai n ; then str angely q ui veri ng
In ever y l imb he s igh d and sai d :
,
’

The si ght has set me a shi veri ng ! -

I msure that if I by natur e had been

’

A chesnut o r black or bay hor se

, , ,

My sk in w i th the fri ght i t s c olour would c hange ,

And make me (as now) a grey hor se .

T h e equestri an rac e i s d oo md beyond doubt

’

, ,
’
To be swept away i n fate s eddy ;
Although I ma grey hor se I cannot but see
’

A black futur e befor e me a lr eady .

The compet it i on of the se mach i n es

Will cer ta inly ki ll u s poor hor ses
For r i din g and dr i ving wi ll man pr efer
Iron steeds if so great thei r for ce is
, .

And wi thout our help

if man c an get on ,

Ali ke for ri d ing and

d r i v ing ,

Good bye to o ur oats good bye to our hay I

-
,
-

What chance have we of sur vi ving

 Pos r mm us o POEMS . 549

The h eart of man i s hard as a stone ,

H e gi ves away noth i ng gr at i s ;

’
They ll dri ve u s out of o ur stables and , we
Shallstarve what a cruel fate ti s l
—
’

We cannot bor row and cannot ste al

L i ke mortals whose natures are blacker ;
We cannot fawn li ke men and dogs ,

But shall fall a pr ey to the kna cker .

Thus grumbled the horse and deeply , si gh

’
d,
Mea nwhile the ass h ar d by h im
Had q ui etly ch e w d two th i stle tops
’
-

As if not hi ng co uld terri fy hi m

,

He prese ntly an s we r d i n dai nty tones

’

Wi th hi s tongue fir st li cking hi s muzzle

Wi th what the future may have in store ,

My bra ins I shall not puzzle .

’
You horses pr oud a r e thr e a te n d no doubt , ,
’

By a future that s fa r fr om pleasant ;

But we modest asses a r e not afrai d
Of dange r s futur e or p r esent .

That grey horses and chesnut and piebald and

, , ,

black ,

May be done wi thout true alas I is ; , ,

But Mi ste r Steam wi th hi s chimn ey long

, ,

Ca n neve r replace us asses .

However clever may be the machin es

Made by man wi th his senses besotted ,

The ass as hi s port i on will always have

Su r e means of exi stence allotted .

Its asses wi ll Heaven I msure ne er desert

' ’

, , ,

Who moved by a calm sense of duty

,
,

Turn the m i ll every day as the ir fathers have ,

done ,

A s i ght not de ficie n t i n beauty .

Th e mill wheel c latte r s t he m iller wo r ks hard

-
, ,

Th e mea l i n the sa ck well shaki ng ,

A nd people eat the ir br ea d and the i r r o l

ls,
As soon a s they ve fin is h e d the baking
’
.
550 H ar ms
’
POEM S .

In N ature 8 old fa s hi en d and jogtrot way

’

The wor ld will keep spinn ing for eve r ;

A nd as ch angeless even as Nature herself ,

The ass wi ll alter never .

M ORA L .

Gone are the days of chi valry ,

And the pr oud steed mu st hungry be ;

But L the ass I boldly say
, ,

Wi ll never want hi s oats and hay .

T H E A S S-E L ECT ION .

B I NG t i red of fr eedom for some t i me pa st

T h e beasts r epub l i c deci ded
’

To be wi th a single ruler at last

As i ts absolute head pr ovi ded .

Each kin d of beast prepar ed for the stri fe ,

Ele ctor al b il
lets wer e wri tten ;
Intr i gues on ever y s i de were r if e ,

Wi th party zeal all were bi tten .

By long ear d gent ry at i ts head

-
’

The asses commi ttee was ai ded

’

Cockades whose colour s we r e black gold and

, , , r ed,
‘

T hey boastfully par aded .

A small par ty ther e was of fri ends of the horse ,

Who yet were afra i d of voti ng ,

S e greatly they dreaded the outc ry coarse

’
The long ear d party denoti ng
- .

But when one of them ventu red the hor se to name

As a candi date greater and greater
,

Wa x d the noi se, and an old long ear to hi s shame

’
-
, ,

Shouted out Thou art only a t rai tor .

A trai tor art thou i n thy vei ns doth not

,
flow
’
One dr op of asses blood pr oper ;
No ass art thou and I almost know
,

That a forei gn mare was thy dr opper !

The na tiona lcolours of Germa ny .
552 E mma s ’
P OEM S .

And si nce I man’

I advi s e you allround
a ss,

To choose your kin g from th e asses ;

A m i ghty ass-kin gdom we thus wi ll found ,

T hey bei ng the governi n g classes .

We a l la r e asses Hee h a ! Hee h a

. .

As ostlers we wi ll not demean u s ;

Away wi th the hor ses ! Long li ve hurrah , ,

Th e kin g of the as in i ne genus

T hus spake the pat r i ot Thr ough the hall
.

T h e asses ch e e r d h i mpr oudly

’

T hey all in fact , we r e nat i onal ,

,

And wi th thei r boots s ta mp d loudly

’
.

A n oaken w r eath on the or ator 5 head

’

T hey put as a d eco r at i on

H e w a gg d hi s ta i l (though nothi ng he sa i d)
’

Wi th evi dent gra tifi ca ti on .

B ER T HA .

HE see md so gentle she se e md

’ ’
, so good ,

A n angel I tho u ght my love r

She wr ote the dear est lette r s to me ,

Wi th kindness teemi ng all over .

The wedd ing was ver y soon to take place ,

H e r r elati ons heard thi s by dozens ;

My Ber tha was a s i lly th ing ;
’
For she li sten d to aunts and cousi ns .

She kept not h e r wor d she br oke her oath

, ,

And yet I have been fo rg i ving ;

Had I ma rri ed h e r fir s t I ne er should have known
,
’

E ither pleasur e o r love whi le l i vi ng .

When I of a fai thless woman thi n k ,

I thi nk of Ber tha the faithless ;

The only wi sh I ha ve left is that she ,

May pass through h er confine me n t scathele ss .

IN T H E C A THE D RAL .

’
E FOR E me the sexton s daughte r fair
Through the sacr ed ed ifice sk ipp ed ;
H er si ze was small and li ght h e r hair
, ,

From her neck her kerch i ef had sli pped .

 POS THU M OUS POE MS . 553

In the old cathedral for S ix pence I ge t

A s i ght of i ts mar vello u s cr eatu res ,

Its tombs l i ghts c r osses ; I tur u d qu i te h ot

, ,
’

When I gazed on Elspeth s features .

And once again I stared about

A t the sacred re l i cs ent ran c ing ;
In the ir unde r pett i coats a lltri ck d out
-
’

On the wi ndo w the women we r e danci ng .

’
The sexton s li ttle daugh ter fai r
Sto od by me wh i le thus I i nspected
, .

She had a ver y p rett y pair

Of eyes whe r ei n all was r e fle c te d
, .

’
Before me the sexton s daughte r fa ir
Fr om the sacred edi fice s ki ppéd
H e r mouth was small h e r nec k was bare
, ,

Fr om her bosom h e r kerchi ef had sli pp ed .

T HE D R AGONF L Y
’
H E dra go nfly blue s a llthe fashi on
ln beetle land i n the present day
-
,

The b ut te r flie s the i r addr esses pay

To the beauty wi th amor ous passi on .

Her hi ps are excess i vely slender ,

She wear s a gauze dress of de licate hue ,

Wi th very symmetri cal movements too

She flutte rs about i n splendour .

H er d admi rers hove r

’
co l
our

In her tra in and many a young gallant

,

T hus swears : IllHolland gi ve , and B r aba n t

’

,
”
If thou wi lt be my lover .

She answers (but how i nsince r ely ! )

B r abant and Holland a r e nothi ng to me ,

I want but a spar k of l i ght to se e ,

”
In my li ttle chamber clearly .

When she i mposes th i s duty ,

Her lovers hasten to jo in in the race ,

A nd ea ge r ly seek fr om pla c e to place

, ,

A spark of li ght for the beauty .

554 H m ’
s POE M S .

As soon as one sees a taper ,

H e bli ndly rushes on to hi s doom ,

A nd the cruel fla me s the vi ctim consume ,

And hi s lovin g hear t li ke pape r
, .

It comes fr om Japan thi s fable , ,

Yet even in Ge r many my dear child , ,

Are plenty of dra gonfli e s devil

i sh wi ld , ,

P e rfidi ous and unstable

, .

OLD SCE NT S .

HE nosegay Mat ilda twi ned for me ,

And smi li ngly o fier d entr eat ingly ’

'

,
’ ’ ’
I push d away o e r po we r d completely
,

o s s omd so sweetly
’
By the s i ght of the flo we r s that bl .

A t the scent of the flo wer s , my tea r s fast flo w,

I feel that i n all th i s fai r world below,
Its beauty , sunli ght joy love are ber eft me,
, ,

And nought but i ts bi tter tear s are left me .

They tell me that I no longer share

A part i n life and i ts ci r cle fai r ,
’
That I belong to death s ki ngdom drear y ,

Yes I a corp se unburi ed and wear y

, ,
.

How happy was I when er st I saw

The dance of rats at the Opera
But now I hea r the odi ous s cuflling
Of churchyar d rats and grave moles -
sh u fflin
g .

Th e scent of the flowers r e calls again

A perfect ballet a joyous tr a i n
,

Of r ecollect i ons pe r fumed and glowi ng ,

F r om the h i dden depths of the past o e r fiowi ng, ’

To sound of c or net and castanet ,

In S pangled d r esses (full short I r egret ) , ,

Yet alltheir toyi ng each laugh ea ch t i tter

, , ,

Ca n only r ender my though ts mor e bi tte r .

Away wi th the flowe r s ! 0 how I abhor ,

The scent that mal i ci ously tell s on ce mor e

’
Of days long va n i s h d and hou r s of gladness
I weep at the thought wi th speechless sadn es s .
 ’
556 H a nna s POEM S .

TO M A TIL D A .

WAS dear lam b or d a i n d to be ,

’

A shepher d her e to watch o e r thee ,

’

;
I L o ur is h d thee wi th mi ne o wn b r ead
’
,

Wi th wate r from the founta in head .

A nd when the wi nte r stor m loudly r oa r

’
d
Against my br east I wa r md thee p r oudly ;
,
’

T he r e held I thee en cir c led well

Wh i lst r ai n i n tor r ents r ound u s fell
When t h rough i t s r o cky dar k bed pouring
,

The tor r ent w i th the wolf was r oari ng

, , ,
’

Thou fe a r e d s t not no mu s cle qui ve r d ,

’

,
’ ’
E en when the hi ghest pi ne was s hi ve r d
By the fo rk d fla s h wi th i n m ine a r m
’
—

Thou s lep t s t i n pea ce w i thout alarm

’

My a r mg r ows weak and fast draws near ,

’
Pale death ! My shepher d s task so dear ,

And pastor al c are appr oa ch their end .

Into T h y hands God I c ommend , ,

My staff once mor e 0 do T hou guard .

My lam b when I b eneath the swar d

A mlai d i n peace and suffe r ne er
,
’

A thorn to p ri ck h e r anywher e .

F r om thorny hedges guar d h e r fle e ce ,

May quag mi r es ne er di stu r b h e r peace ’

May ther e sp r ing u p beneath h e r feet

Ah a m PIe cr op of pastu r e sweet ,

A n d let h e r sleep w i thout alar m ,

As erst she slept wi thi n m i ne arm !

F OR T H E
’
HAD a dr eam It was a summer s n i ght
.
,

A n d i n the moonli ght pale and weather beaten , ,

Lay bui ldi ngs r el i cs of past ages br i ght

, ,

T h e style r enai ssant of these wr e cks t ime eate n

, ,
—
.

Thi s wa s th e n i ck na me f you ng l a d y who s e a c u a n ta nce

o a q i
H e in e md e to w d th e e nd
a ar s o f h is li
fe , w h o a end e d hi in tt m
hi s l a st ill ne ss , a n d for w h o m
h e fe l a s ro ng a ffe c o n t T he t ti
m m i ti
.

p re se n t po e wa s th e l as co t
po s on o f H e i ne , a nd Wa s w ri tte n
l t
on y t wo or hr e e week s b
e fo re h i s d e a t h It i s un d o u te dl
y o ne
. b
o f t h e fines t o f his wo rks .
 POSTHU MOUS P OEM S . 557

And here and there w i th stately Dori c h ead , ,

R ose s ingle columns from the mass there lyi n g,

And on the fir m ame n t hi gh o e r th em spread
'

Gazed they, as if i t s thunder bolts defyi ng .

In broken fragments lay there on th e gr ound ,

M ingled wi th many a portal many a gable ,

Sculptures whe r e man beast centaur sphi nx were found , , , ,

Ch imer a saty r
,
creatures of old fable
,
—
.

The con tr asts there p r esented wer e grote sque ,

’
The emblems of J ud aza s God c ombi ni ng
Wi th G r ec ian grace in fash i on ar a be sque ,

Th e ivy round them both i ts tendr i ls t wi ni ng , .

A fair sar c oph agus of mar ble wh i te

Ami d the r u i ns stood unmut ilated ; ,

And in the co ffin lay a corp se in s ight ,

Of fea tur es mild wi th sadn e ss penetrated

, .

The power supporti ng i t a p pea r d suppli ed ’

By Car yatides w i th ne cks extended ;

,

And many a bas r eli ef on e i ther si de

-

'

Was seen of ch ise lld figur e s strangely blended

, .

The glor i es of Olympus ther e saw I ,

W i th a llits heathen de i ti es m i sgui ded ;

Adam and E ve we r e there decor ously ,

Wi th fi lea f ap r ons r ound the ir lo i ns provi d ed

g .

T r oy s takin g and Tr oy s burn ing her e were seen

’ ’

Hector and Helen P a ri s (that wild gay man ) ,

Moses and Aaron a 1s e stood between .

W i th Esther J udith Holofer nes Haman

, , , .

God Amor also had hi s plac e ha rd by ,

Phoebus Apollo Vul c an Madam Venus

, , , ,

Pluto Pr oserp in a a nd Mer cury

. , ,

God B a cchus and P r i apus and S ilenus

, ,
.

L ikewi se was Ba la a ms ass omi tted not ’

,

as s for speaking se e md in fac t create d )

’

( The , , ,

And Abraham s te mptati on too and Lot

’
, ,

Who by his daughters was intoxi ca ted .

Herod i as daughte r s dance was shown as well

’ ’

A nd Peter wi th the heavy keys of heaven

.
.
558 n m ’
s Per ms .

And next order saw I sc ulptur ed ther e

in
The love s of J e ve wi th hi s vi le a cti on s blendin g
,

H o w as a swan he r a vi s h d L e da fai r
’

And Dana e in golden showe r descending

, .

The wi ld hunt of Di ana was di sp la y d ’

,

Wi th h e r flee t dogs and nymphs att ire d so tri mly ;

,

A nd Her c ules i n woman s clothes arr a y d

,
’ ’

D i stafi on ar m the sp i ndle whir l ing n i mbly

,
'

.
,

And nex t was S in ai s moun tai n to be vi e w d

’ ’
,

And Isr ael nea r i t wi th hi s oxen lo wi ng ;

,

The Lo r d a ch i ld wi thi n the temple stood ,

D i sputing wi th the d oc tors p r oud and kn owi ng .

But strange to tel

,
l when I had d r eam i ly
,

These for ms a wh i le obser ved i n thought suspended , ,

I suddenly concei ved myself to be

Th e cor pse i n that fa i r mar ble tomb extended
, .

And at the head of th i s my g rave ther e sto od

A flo we r full fai r of strange configura ti o n
,

Its leaves wer e yellow t inged and v i olet—hued -

,
’
The flo we r p osse ss d a wondr ous fascinat i on .

Ti s by the name of pass i on fio we r well kno

’
-

’
On Golgotha they sa y twas firs t cr eated
, ,

T h e day they cr u cifie d God s only Son

’

And the R edeemer s body lacer ated ’

.

Bl ood wi tn es s doth th i s flo we r now bear they say ,

Each i nstrument of to r ture then i nvented

And used at Hi s s ad mar tyrdom t hat day ,

Is i n i ts calyx d uly r epr e s ented .

Yes ! ever y passi on att ri bute adorns -

T h e flowe r each emb lem of the ir cruel mali ce

, ,

For i nstance s c our ge and r ope and cr own of thorns

, ,

The hammer and the nai ls the cr oss the chali ce , ,

Such was the flo we r whi ch at my grave did stand ,

An d o e r my body bend i ng w i th comp a ssi on

’
,
’ ’
As wi th a woman s sorr ow ki s s d my hand , ,

My eyes and for ehead i n sad s i lent fash i on

, , .

’
But O my dream s stra nge magi c ! Wondrously
,

The passi on flowe r the yellow hued and rare one

-
,
-
,

Changed to a woman s l ikeness ah and she

’
—
, ,

She was my loved one she was m ine own fai r one ! ,
56 0 ma m ’
a s r oa m
s .

Is the stone haun te d by those vi si ons wa n

And a r e those mar ble phantoms all di sputing
The fearful clamour of the wood god Pan -
,
’
Moses s fie r ce anathemas confuti ng .

’
Alas ! thi s contest ne er wi ll ended be ,

The T r ue and Beaut iful wi ll wr angle ever !

G r eeks and Bar bari ans i n wi ld r i valry
The r anks of man a r e always d oo md to sever ’
.

T hey cursed and raved No end would ther e have been

.

T o thi s long squab b le and the i r passi on tower ing

, ,

H a d Ba la a ms ass not come u pon the scene

’

,
’
The voi ces of the gods and sai nts o e rp o weri ng .

The stupi d beast wi th h i s di sgust ing brag

, ,

That sobbing sound of sheer abomi nati on ,

Made me cry out i n terr ible di smay ,

And I aw oke at last i n desperati on .

N OO N : PR N I T ED BY WI LL IAM C LO WE S A ND O NS
S , L M I I T E D,
ST A M FO R D S T R EE T A ND C H A R I NG C ROS A .
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—
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p ay me n t . B ooh s a re s ent ca r r i a g e f r ee on th e r e ee é
zfit qf the

p i s h ed
u hl -

p ri ce in sla m15s or ot h e r wi se .

Th e Wor hs to w hi ch th e l
etter s IV S . .
’
(de n oti ng N e w
e)
S ty l en d ed h ep t
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pp o th
cl bi n d i ng s f
'

a re a a re z n n ea t o v a rz o u s
'

col l a s i n the
w el r eg u l L i br a ry A 11 Or de r s
ou r s , a s ar s
tyle .

a re ex e cu ted i n the N e w bi n di ng , un l
ess t he con tr a ry is ex

pr es s ! y s ta ted .

Ca mp lete S ets or S ep a r a te Vol

u me s ca n he ha d a t s h or t

h o ti ee, ha Z
f hoz -
m
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’
ca l o r
f mo r occo .

um
N e w Vol f S ta nd a r d
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to t hi s S en w h i ch
'

f
o L i ter a t u r e a re con s ta n t l
y bei ng a dde d es ,

is a r ea dy
l u ns u nh a s sea
’
in r es p ect to the n u mb r e , va r i e ty, a nd

che a p ne ss of th e Wor hs con t a i n ed i n it . i s her s h a ve

The P u bl
to a nn o u n ce the f ollo w i ng Vo l
u me s as r ecen t l
y i s s u ed or n ow

in p r ep a r a ti on
S ene ca
’
s M in o r W o rk s . T r a ns l t
a ed by A u b re y S te wa r t , M A . .

[ In th e p r ess .

B lz S h a k e sp e a r e T ra ns l ted D o ra S ch m it
’
e s L if e Of . a by L . z.

[ In t he p r ess .

J uli a n t h e A p o s t a t e . By th e R e v C . . W . Ki ng .
[ In t h e p r ess .

A da m S mi t h s W e alt h ’
of N a ti o n s . Pr n i t e d f o mth r e Fo ur th
Ed i ti o n , wi th In trod uc ti o n by E B e l
fo r t . Ba x .
[ R ea dy ,
s ee p 8 . .

D u nlo p s
’
H i st o r y Of F i c ti o n . W it h Intro d uc ti on a ndS u pp l e
me n t br i ngi ng the Work d own t o re c e n t ti mes . By H e nry
\V il so n . 3 v ls o .
[ In th e p r ess .

L ette rs an d W o rk s o f L a d y M a r y W o rt l e y M o n t a g u .

[ R ea dy see p 7 ,
. .

H ea ton ’
s C on ci s e H i s t o ry O f P a i n t i n g [ In th e p r ess . .

L u ei an D i a l o gu e s th e G o d s, th e S e a G ods , an d
’
s of
th e D e a d .
[ In the pr ess .

S t ri c k l a n d s L i v e s o f th e T ud or and S t u a r t P r in c e s s e s
’
.

In o ne vo l
.
[ In the p r ess .
 ’
B OH IV S L I B R A R IE S .

R Y ’S Dan e T he V s o n o f H e , t . ii ll C OX E S ’
Duke of Me mi o rs of th e
ur g a t o ry , a n d P a ua t l
is e T r a ns b y R e v M a r b o ro u g h l
W h h is o r g na C o rr e it i i l
it i s p o nd e nce , fro m fa m y r eco r d s a t B e n il l
. . . .

F C a ry , \V h L fe , C h r o n o l
o MA
i t i
h e m R e s e d e d o n P o r ra s 3 o s vi iti t it v l
. . .

ca l V e w o f h is A g e , No e s , a nd Ind e x
P r o pe r N a m t it tl l l
. . . .

es P o r ra N S A h A a s o f t h e p a ns o f M a r
i t ti it ti i o ro ug h s c a m i
. . .

T h s is t h e a u h e n c e d i o n , co n a n ng b p a g n s , 4 t o 10 s
’

l t ti it iti l
. .
’
r C a ry s a s c o r r e c o n s , w h a d d
. ona
H i st o r y of th e H ou se of A u s tr i a
Fro mt h e Fo u nd a o n o f t h e M o na r c hy b y ti
.
te s .

LL INI (B e n v e n u t o ) M e oir s of, m p h o f H a p s b u rg h t o t h e D e a h o f

R h od o l t
i l it t i
.

h mse f W h N o e s o f G P C a rp a n Le o 1d ll , 1 2 1 8-r 7 9 2 B y A rc h d n C o x e
ti ti m i
. .

t t
. . . . .

ra n s by T R o sc oe P o r ra i N S Wi t C o n nua o n fr o t h e A cce s s o n o f
i v l ti
. . . . . .

Fra n c s I t o t h e R e o u o n o f 1 848
A t l t it v l
. .

RV A N T B S
’
Ga la t e a . P a s o ra 4 P o r ra s 4 o s
m T ra n s b y G W
. .

e a nce . . . .
j . Gy l
l IV 5 . . .

C UNNIN GH AM S ’
L i ve s of th e mo s t
Ex e p la r y N o v e lsm . T ra ns by E mi ne n t
Br s h P a n e rs iti i t \V h it No t es
ll
.

iv t
.

K Ke y N S
. . . . a n d 1 6 fr e s h L e s by M rs H ea . o n. 3 V OIS .

D on Q u ix ot e de la M a neh a N S . .

DE F O E S
.

otteu x s
'
T ra ns a l ti o n re vi se d W it h L o ck ’
N o v e ls M i s ce l
a nd la n e o u s
i t vl W it t
.

ut s
'
'
L fe a n d N o es . 2 o s. N S W o r ks h P re fa c e s a n d N o e s , i n
l i t tt i b t tt
. . .

W
’

A UGER P o e ti c a l W o r k s S W h it c ur n
g h o se a r u ed to S ir S co
v l
. .
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.
P o rt ra lt o s. N S
>e m s fo r l tt i b t
er y a r m it
u e d t o h im W ha
.
7 . .

t t t l
.

em
D B L OL M E S C o n s t i t u t i o n o f E n g
’

o ir, In r od u c i o n , N o e s , a n d a G os
.

r , b
y R Be ll Imv iti
p ro e d e dit on , w h
l
a n d , i n wh c h i it
i s c o mp a r e d b o h w h t h e t it
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i mina ry E s sa y b y R e v W W S ke a ,
. .

li
R e p u b ca n fo r m o f G o e r nme n a n d t h e v t
A t it v l
P o r ra N S
. . .

t
o h e r M o na r c h e s o f E u r o p ei Ed , w h it it
4 o s
i t
. .
. . . . . .

L fe a nd N o e s , by J M a c g re g o r , M P .

S S I C T A LE S ti i g R l
. .

fW k fi l d G lliv T v l
, co n a n n a ss e a s ,
D U NL O P ’
S H i s t or y o f Fi ct i o n W it h
t d ti l t ti
.

o n a nd S u p p e m
'
ca r o a d e e u er s ra e s, a n
In e n a da p ng t h e
S t im t l J
, ro uc
e en y N S en a o u rn e . . .
w k por t q i m t to re s e n re u re en s B y H e nry
W il 3 v l
.

B R ID GE S (S T ) F i n d A S i . . r e . e r es
s o n. [I o s . n t h e p r e ss .

E y ssa M l P liti s d R li
on o ra s , o cs , a n e E L Z E ’S L i f e o f S h a k e s p e a r e T ra n
l t
a e d b y L D o ra S c h m z it
.

N S
.

an . P o rt ra 1t . . .
[ In t he p r e s s
. . .

Ai d s t o R e fl e ct i o n C o nf e s s i o n s .
E M E R S O N ’S W o r k s o s Mos v l t
q ii i it 3 .

co m lt iti b li
.

a n In u r n g S p r ; a n d E ssa y s o n
p e e e d on pu sh e d
i th a n d t h e C o mmo n P r a y e r - oo k N e w b t m
.

Vol I E ssa y s , L e c ur e s , a nd P oe s
—

liti vi
.

li it t
. . .

e n, re se d N S . . .
V o l II — E n g s h T ra s , N a u re , a nd
mn i t i
. .

T a le -T a lk a n db O a na By C o nd u c o f L fe
it lit tt
.
.

As h e , B A N S V o l IlI S oc e y a n d So u de — L e e rs —

i l im i ll
. .

A s M s c e a n e o u s P a p e rs
. . .

a n d S oc a —

L e ctur e s
er Poe s Ed
on
t
S h a k sp e r e
by T As h e , B A N S
a nd
it it t ll t
(h h e r o u nco ec e d )— M a y-D a y , & c .

ti i l t t (J o h n ) Li f e
. . . . . . .

P OS T E R S
'

Co n a n ng t h e ec u r e s a ke n d o w n i n a nd C o rr e
1 1 -1 2 b y j P Co e r , a nd h o se d e lli t s p o nd e n ce . E d it b y J E R y a nd l
Por
t it
. . . .

itl
. .

e re d a t B r s o i n 1 8 1 3
ra . z vo l
s. N S . .

me a d
.

B i o gr a p hi a L i t e r a r i a ; o r , B i o L e ctu r e s a t Br o a d C h a p e l.
i p h ica l S ke c h e s o f m y L e ra ry L fe t it i Ed it . by J . E . R y a nd l
2 . v l o s. N S . .

i i
d Op n o n s ; w h T w o L a y S e r o n s it m .
C r i t i c a l E ss a y s c o nt r i bu t e d to
S. th e Ec e c c R e e w l ti vi ’
Ed it by J E
l
. . . .

Mi lla n i e s , E s t h e t i c a n d
s ce R y a nd z vo l
s N S . . . .

te ra r y t o w h ch is a d d e d , T H E T H E O R Y i E s sa y s O n D e ci s i o n o f C h a r a c
:
L I FE C o r re c e d a nd a rra ng e d by t te r ; o n a M a n s n t m M e o rs o f H i m
'

i w m
lf ; t i
.

A s he , B A N S se on t he e p i th e om a nti c ; o n th e
v i t v li l
. . . .

a e rs o n o f M e n o f T a s e t o E a n e ca
g
IM INE S R li g i
— S ee P h i l
ip
. .
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mia s
. .

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H i s to r y o f t h e D o i n i o n m E s sa y s t h e E v ils o f P o p u la r on
the Ar a s i n S pa n T ra ns by M rs
b i Ign o ra nc e , a n d a D sc o u rse o n t h e P re pa i
t t it m ti i ti it
. . .

s e r. P o r ra of A b d e ra h e n be n g a e n o f C hr s a n y i n In dia N S
vi 3 v l
. . .

Da s . o s.
E ssa y th e I p r o v e on m me n t of
P E R S C mp l t ’
o e e W o r k s , P o e ms , T im e, it
w h N o es o f S e r o ns t m th a nd o er

rr e s n d e nce , a n d T ra n s l tia o ns . Ed it P i e ce s . N S . .

mo ir th y l t mp i d i l
.

h e by R Sou e 45 E u P o ster ia na : se e c e d fro er o ca

vl
.

it
.

vi ngs . 8 by H N S
o s. pa p e rs , e d . . G 8 01
111
. . . .
 S TA N D A R D L IB R A R Y .

r o x (R t . H on . C J ) — S ee Ca . . mi . G UIZ OT S H s t o r y o f R e p r e le
i
’

G mm w m so
s D e cl i n e a n d Fa l l o f th e
G o e rn m
S co e
env111 E u ro pe
bl
T ra ns 1 t . .

m
.

R o a n E p i re Co p l e t e a nd u na b ri d ge d ,
it mm t i l i t
.

w h va rio N o es : nc ud ng hose o f E n gl i s h R e v o lu ti o n o f 16 44
t
Gu iz o , We n c k, N e bu h r , H ug o , Nea nd e r. i t h e A cc e ss w n o f C h a r e s I t o h it l
litt t it
.

a nd o h ers 7 o s t 2 M a ps a nd P o r ra
. v l . t it .
T ra ns by \V H a z . P o r ra . . .

Hi s t or y
C i vi l
i s a ti o n 5 ot
R om
.

an Em
GOE T H E S W o r k s T ra ns n o E ng ls h i t i
c

p i r e t o t he Fre nc h R C ‘
’

by E A Bo wn ng C B , A nna S wa n w c k,
. .

i T ra ns by W H az . Po r ra s . litt . t it .

lt tt v l
. . . .
,

S i r Wa er Sc o , & c & c 13 o s N S
H ALL S
. . . . .

l
V o s 1 and IL — A u o o gra p h y a nd A n t bi R ob e rt ) W o r
’

(R e v .

t it R mi Me m i b
. .

na l s P o r ra e a ns o r D r G re g
t
. .

Co m lt
. .

V o l IlI -Fa ns t E ssa y by J Fos er o r tra i t

p e e
. . .

v l t
. . . .

V o l lV — No e l s a nd T a es : co n a ini ng
l tiv t v
. .

E ec e Affin i tie s , So rro ws of Wer h er , H A U P P ’S T a le s . Th e Ca ra an

Th e Ge rm a n E mgra n s , T h e Goo d Wo i t i
She kh o f A e xa n dr a — Th e Inn l i
me n , a nd a No u e e e v l tt S mss a r t T ra ns a te d by P ro f S 1 l
t ti é
. . . .

Y o ] V — Wil h e hn M e is e r s A p p re n ce S
'
. . 4 .

sh 1
o l V L — Co n ersa . o ns w h Ec ker an v ti it m H A W T H O R N E S T a les
'
.
3 vl o s
a nd So re t i t ld T l
V o l l— T w d t
m a es , a n
.
ce - o
V ol V lI — P oe s a nd Ba a ds i n t h e e ri ll Img
. .

H e rm
.

i l a
.
e.
na l M e t re s , nc u d ing
’

a nd
S o ro t h ea
a nn
V l Il S l t L tt
o - ca r e e e r , a nd th
w it h S v G bl
. .

li i
.

e en a es.
V o l V lll t Ber c h ngen , T o r
z vo n
t Tm m t i i T n f m ti
. .

ua o a e Eg on , l a vi g o ,
p h g e n a , Cl V l lll o
—
ra s or a o n , a nd

yw d L v l l it d l R m
.
, .

a ar o er a nd Fe lo w C u p r s . a e o a n ce .
V l lX o it v M e s e r s T ra el
'
s
C m l t Ed it i
. .

o e e o n.
H A Z LIT T S (W
‘
W o rk s 7 vo l
It l y P t
.

V X oT i Tw —
o ur n a o ar s
d R id i R m
. .

A d S n e co n es e nc e n o e. Ta b le -T a lk .

V l XI Mi
o ll T v l L tt — s ce a n eo us ra e s, e ers
T h e L i te r a t u r e of th e
f m S w it l d C mp i in F
. .

ro
Si fM fi d Rh i
z er a n , a a ra nce ,
li b t
E za e h a n d C har a c t e rs o f S ha ke
e
l X ll E l y
o
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d Mi ll
a
—
a , an

ar an
ne o ur .
sce a neo u s
P a ys l
N S . . .

L tt i l d i g L tt
. .

e e rs , hi M h nc u n e e rs to s ot e r, i s h P o e ts
E ng l a nd is h
E ng l
wit h Bi mp h y d N t o an o es . W r e rs N S it
V lX Il l C wi t h Z lt
. . .

o p d — o rres o n e nce e er . ’

Op
. .

Th e Pl ai n Spe a k er .

C o r r es p o n d e n ce w i t h S c h iller . Boo b , M e n, a nd Th ng s IV S i . . .

2 v l o s — S ee S chi l
. ler .
R o un d Ta b le Co n ersa i
. v t
GO L D S M IT H S W o r k l. 5 o s NJ ’
vl . .
J a mes No rt h co t e, RA C ha ra c t
V ol I — Life, V ica r o f Wa ke fie l d , E ssa ys . M S .

tt my
. .

a nd Le e rs S k et ch u and B l, a n d
m l
.

V o l lI — Poe s , P a ys , B ee , Co ck La ne
. .
s l ow N S . . .

Gh os t
V o l I II — Tbe C iz e n o f th e Wor d , it l
.

S p i r i t o f t h e A g e ; or.
lit
.

Po e Le a rn i ng in E uro pe
.

ou t y Po rt ra i T o w h i ch a n
.

t s

g b li
.

m t
.

re e Th o u h t s o n P u c A fia i rs
0 '

V o L IV — B to gr a p h 1es , C n ti c ns , La er
Ne w m i
.

E ssa s L e t t e r to illia G ffo rd .

Vo V l
t
,

P r e fa ce s . N a ura H is o ry , t l t litt
by W Ca re w H a z .
N S . . .

tt
.

Le ers . Good y T wo -S h oes , Inde x

S P oe m
.

HW s T '
a ed
ra ns l t
ig i l M t w it h L i f
.

G R E E N E M A R L O W, a n d B E N or na e res , e by E . 1
O N S ON ( P m f) W th N t
,
d oe s o . i o es an r in g , C B N s . .

mo irs by R
. .

e l
Be l N S
T r a v e l-Pt ct n r e e . Th e T o n
. . . .

G R E GO R Y S H a rz , Nor d e c , a nd Boo k o f i t m
(D r ) Th e Evi d en ce s , fi
'

t in t
.

a nd D u ie s ot th e Ch ri s ti a n R e
’
t
e h e r w th t h e om a n t ic Sc h oo li .

D oc r es ,
y F S o rr W .h M t
a p s a n d A pp . it
N S .

t
.

GR IM M S H o u se h o ld T a les Wi h t he
’

H O F P M A NN S W o r k s
.
The S
i
Or g ina No es T ra ns l
M rs A H u nt t b ’
.

I
. . .

T ra ns by
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t
.

B re t h re n V ol 1
In ro d u ct i o n by Andre w a ng , M A
.
2
i
. . .

( Vol I I i n M
. .

vl o s. N S . .
E w ng N S . . . . .
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’
L IBR A R IE S .

HU GO 8 (V i c t o r ) D r a ma ti c W or k s . A N Z I ’S H is t o r y
P a i nt i n g of
’

i
H e r na n — R u y B a s — T h e K ing s D e rs o n l iv i l
Ita y , fr o m
t h e P e r o d o f t he R e a i viv
l t t l i t
.

T ra n s a ed b y M rs N e w o n C ro s a nd a nd t h e F n e Ar s t o t h e E nd o f t h e
t W h M e mo r o f t h e A 111 it i
.

F L 8 10 115 N S C e n u ry
t it iti
. . . . . .

m
'

P o r ra s o f R a fla e l e, T
l a n , a nd
Poe s ch i c fly L y r ca
J
C o e c ed by i l . ll t i t
re g g o , a f e r t h e A r s s h e m se es T1 ti t t lv
H L Wilh a 1ns N S
.

T h s o u me co n a ns co n r b u o ns fro m
.

i v l
. .

ti
. .

t i ti by T R oscoe .
3 os . v l .

F S M a h o ne y , G W M R e y n o ds , l AF F ENB E R G S E n g la n d u n d e r
’

i l t
. . . . .

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l i
.
.

vl
. .

C ro s a n d , M s s Fa nny K e rn b l e , B is h o p F S A 2 o s N S
l
. . . . .

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.

m W orks
. .

LE S IN S D r a
S a tic
‘
G
HUN G A R Y i t H i t
.

: s s o r y a nd R evo l
e te By E B e , M A ll W it h M e
l ti w it h M m i f K th it g i t it vl
. .

y H Z m me rn P o r ra
. .

u e n, e o r o o ss u . P o r tra .
. . . 2 o s. 1‘

H U T C H IN S O N ( C o lo n e l) M e o ir s m La ok o o n , Dr a a t i c N o te s , m
it t ti o n o f D ea t h by th e An c i
.

of B y h is \V i do w , w h h e r A u t o b io R e p res e n a
g ra p h y , a nd t h e S e g e o f L a h omH o u s e
.

i t .
F ro n s p e ce ti i . N S . .

P o r ra t it
N S . . .
L O C K E S P h il p h i l W k ’
oso ca or s,

IR V IN G’S W a s h i n gt on ) Co mp le t e t i i g H m U d t d i g w it h Bi
a n n u an n e rs a n n
t M lb h Op i i
,

Wo r ks 1 5 v l fW
’

N S o o r ce s e r , a e ra n c e s n o ns ,
. o s. . .

t l P h il p h y R d i g d S
u ra o so ea n an t
W it h P li mi Di A ly i
,
Li f e a n d L e t t e r s By his N e p h e w, re n sc o u r s e , na s s
i
P e rre E Ir ng W 1t h Ind ex a n d a vi by J A J h P t it
?
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vg
s, o o r ra 2
t it v l
. .
. . .

P o r ra 2 o s N S . . .

J AM E S S (G P R ) L i f of
R i ch a r d Lif n d L tt wi th E t t
'
. . e e a e er s x ra c s
Gm d L i P t it i
.

ur e o n. o r ra s o f R ch a r d a nd h i C mm p l
s Bo By L d o n- ace ee 5. or
P h ili p A g t v l u u s us . 2 o s.
L OC K H A R T (J G )— S ee B u ms
P t it v l
. . .

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L ONS D ALE (L o
.

r d ) .— ~S e e Ca rr el
J A M E S O N (M r s )
.
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. S h a k e sp e a r e s
H e r o ine s C ha r a c er s . t i ti cs o f W o m en By . L U T H E R S T a b le -T a l
’
k . T ra ns b
M rs J a me s o n N S litt it i l
.

. . . . H az W h L fe by A Cha me rs
it
. .

L u r H s R s C A T EC H I S M
'
P ort r a
JB A N P AU L
'

R ich te r .
'
— ~ See
.

N, S
.
C ra na ch
ms o f
. .

J ON S O N ( B e n ) P o e . .
— S ee Gr e e ne .
A u t o b i o gr a p h y —
S ee M ze he l
et
‘

J U N I U S S L e t te r s '
W it h Woo dfa ll s ’

MA CHI AV ELLI S ’
H is t of
t A u th o rs hi p Fa c
or y
.

N o es A n E s sa y o n t h e T H E P R 1N CE , S a v o na ro la, H s it
i il
s m e s o f H a nd w r iti v l
. .
r e nc e ,
ng . 2 o s . N S
. .
t
T ra c s , a nd M e m ou P o rt ra i N ‘

. t .

L A FO T AIN E S F a
N ’
b le s In E ng s h li MA R L O WE Poe ms o f. —
S ee C m
t b l t
.
.

V er s e , wi h E ssa y on the Fa u is s By
E li W i gh t t
.

z ur r . N S M A R T IN E A U 'S H i ts (H a r r i e )
l i l i it
. .

o f E ng a n d ( nc u d ng H s o ry o f th e P
L A M A R TIN E S T h e Gi r o n di s t s o r
’
fro m1 800 -1 846 5 os N S v l
l
P e rs o na M e mo rs o f t h e P a r o s o t h e i ti t i . . . .

Fr e n c h R e o u o n T ra ns by H T v l ti M E N Z E L ’S H i s t o r y o f Ge r m
P o r t ra s o f R o be s p e rr e , M a d a me it i m th li t i
. . . .

R y de fr o Ear
e es P e r o d t o th e Cri
l l tt v l t it 3 v l
.

R o a nd , a n d C h a r o e C o r d a y 3 o s . . Wa r .
3 P o r ra s. o s.

T h e R e s t o r a t i o n o f M o na r c h y M I C H E L E T 'S A u t o bi o gr a p h
i n Fra n ce (a S ec u el t o Th e Giro n d s s) . it L u h er t T ra ns b y W H a z litt
t it f
.

t
. . .

5 P o r ra s v . No es. N S
Th e F r e n c h R e v o lu ti o n te
T h e F r e n c h R e v o lu t i o n of 1848 .
6 P o r ra s t it .
l t
F i g h o f t h e K ng i n 1 7 9 1 N S i . . .

L AM B S (C h l ) E li n d Elia na
’
ar es a a M I G NE T ’S T h e F r e n ch R e v o lu
fr o m1 7 89 t o 1 8 1 4 t it
.

C mp l t E di ti
o P t it N S
e e o n. o r ra . . .
P or ra o f N a pt .

Spe im n
N S
is h D
f E n gl m ti
c e s o ra a c
. .

P t f h
oe s t im f E li b th N to t e e o za e o e
s , M IL T ON’S P r o s e W or k s . Wit h
w it h th E t f mth G i k P ly fa ce , P r e mna ry R e m li i
.

e xt ra c s ro e a rr c a s. a r ks by J .

J o h n, a n d Ind ex 5 o s. . v l
T a lf o u r d s L e tt e r s o f C h a r le s ’
M I T F O R D ’S (M i s s ) Ou r V ill
La b mN e w E d i o n , by W Ca r e w it S ke ch e s t of R ur a l C h a r a c te r a nd S ee
vi v l
. .

H az i 2 osl tt
N S. . v l . . 2 E ng ra n gs . 2 o s N. S . .
 B OH N S
’
L IBR A RIE S :

i IL L E R a n d G OE T H E . C or r e MI T H ’S ( A d am T h e or y o f M or a l
nd e nc e e w e e n , fr o m A D b t
1 7 9 4- 1 80 5 S ti m t ; w ith
en en s s sa y o n t h e F rs Fo r i t
t
N o es by L D o ra S c h m z t it
.

m ti
. .

t h S ho r . . af L g gon o an ua es , a nd C r ca M e mo r iti l i
ol s N S . . . by D g l d S t w t u a e ar .

HL E GEL ’S ( F ) L e c t u r e s on th e
.
SM Y T H ’
S (P r o f e s s o r ) L e c t u r e s o n
o so p h y o f L fe a n d t h e P h
hil i il os o p h y o f
it
M o d e rn H s o ry ; fr o mt h e Irru on o f he ti t
a ng u a g e . By A .
J W M o rr
. . iso n .
t ti
N o r h e r n N a o ns t o t h e c o s e 0 t h e A mer l i
Th e H i s t o r y of L i t e r a t u r e . An c i t
en v l ti
ca n R e o u o n 2 o s . v l .

( 1 M o d e rn .
L e c t u r e s o n t h e Fr e n c h R e v o lu
Th e P h i lo s o p h y of Hi s t o r y . W ith ti on \V h In d e x
. 2 o s it . v l .

emo ir a n d P o r r a i t t .
OU T H E Y S e e C(>p
.
—
Wes ley , a nd

M o d e r n H i s to r y , w h L ec ur es it the t (Illus t r a te d L z hr a ry ) A e l
s on
’

titl l
.

e d C ae sa r a n d A e x a n d e r , a nd T h e
it S T U R M ’8 M o r n i n g C o mmu ni ng s
e gi nn i n g o f o u r H s o ry
H Wh e oc k
B y L P u rce l
it l
. .
it
w h Go d , o r D e o o na M e d v ti l it ti fa o ns or
1d R . . .
v
E e ry D a y T ra n s by W J o h n s . . . t MA o ne , .

E s t h e t i c a n d M i s cel la n e o u s
ti i tt i ti S UL L Y M m i f th . Du k f e o rs o e e o
P im M i i t t W it h
f o rks , c o n a n ng L e e rs o n C h r s a n ,
H y h G
rt , E s sa y o n Go h c A r c h e c ure , R e t i it t N t
r e
d H i t i l I t d ti 4 P
n s e r to e nr t e rea .

na r ks o n t h e R o ma nce P oe r y o f t h e M id t t t 4v l
o es a n s o r ca n ro uc on. or

te Ag es , o n Sh a ks pe a re , t h e L s o f th e i mit ra 1 s .

A Y L O R S (B i s h p J my ) H l y '
o s.

e a u t ifu l
, a nd o n t he La ngua g e a n d W i s o er e o

illi t L iv i g d D y i g W th P y ti
e mo f t h e In d a n s By E J M ng o n i . . . .

n
n
i g h W h l D t y f C h i ti
t e
an

d h o e
n
u
, i

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ra

r s
e rs ,

an an
co n a n
t e

H L E GE L (A W ) Dr a m ti c a A rt p t f D v ti
a r s fi do lO
l i e o on t te to a c cas o n s .

it t l W it h M e P t it
. .

m
d L e ra u re By ] B a ck o r raJV S . . .

t it
. . .

M o rri so n t f E n gl n d b y
e i r by A J \V P or
. . . . ra .
T H IE R R Y S C n q ’
o u es o a
H UMA NN (R o b e r t ) , H i s L i f e an d h N
t e ; C d
o n n a ns C i ts a uses , a n i ts o use

Vo r ks By A R e iss ma nn T ra ns by q E gl
u e n ce s d d h C ti t in n an an t e on ne n
litt Wit h h t M m i P
. .

A lge r By W H
. . .

L N S az s or e o r. 2 or
it v l N S
. .
. . . .

(A K E S P EA R E S ’
Dra ma t i c A rt.
t ra s. 2 o s. . .

he H s it o r y a nd C h a ra c e r t S h a ks pe a re s
of
’
TR Y
O E ’
S ( Je a n d e) -
S ee P hi lip de Co m
l a ys By D r H Ul r ic i T ra n s by L mi ne s .

vl it
. . .

Sc h m z
. . .

o ra . 2 o s. N S . .
U L R I C I (D r ) —
S e e S ha h csf ea r e
m ti
. .

E R ID A N S D
’
ra a c W o r k s W it h .
V A S AR I Li v e s o f t h e o st E i ne n t m m
P t it ( ft ld ) .

l i cxno r R .
o r ra a er e y no s . N S . .
i t l t
P a n e rs , S c u p o rs , a nd A rc h ec s By it t
t it l t t
.

W W )— S e e Ch a
M rs J Fo s e r , w h s e e c ed N o e s Po r
BAT (R e v .
.

t it v l i iti l
. .
uce r .
6 o s , V O I V I b e ng a n a d d o n a
. .

ra
l t i t
. . .

M ON D I S H i s t o r y ’
of t h e L ite r a V o u me o f N o e s by j P R ch e r N S . . . . .

ur e o f t h e So u h t of E u ro p e \V h N o e sit t W E R N E R S T mp l ’
in C yp rus .
t it e ars
.

111 1 h le mo ir b y T R o s co e P o r ra s o f T ra ns by E A M Le w i N S
t vl
. .
s.
is ni o ml
. . . . . .

i a nd D a n e 2 o s
i l t li
. .

T h e s p e c me ns o f e a r y Fr e nch I a a n , W ESLE Y t h e L i f e o f , a n d t h e Ri s e
t t li
.

t i t
,

p a n is h , a nd P o r u g e s e P o e r y , i n E ng s h a n d P ro g re s s o f M e h o d s m By R o e r b
t t t it
.

e rs e , b y C a r y a n d o h e r s N S
'

.
S o u he y P o r ra 5s . . . . .

IIT H S
’
(A d a m) T h e W e a l t h o f W H BA I L E Y
' '
R a o n a l Il u s r a . A ti l t
‘
a lio ns A 11 In u r n o e a u re a n d q i y i t th N t tio n o f t h e Bo o k o f C o m mo n P ra y e r , e ng b i
R e p r n e d fro m t he S x h i t i t t v t i
.

a us e s of t h e S u bs a nc e o f e e r y h ng Lit u r g it a li n
iti it t ti t lfo r m it li t
C o mme n a o rs up o n t h e t t
.

d on W h 1111 In ro d u c o n by E r ne s al er R ua s

vl t F
.

b
e

se lfo r t Ba x 2 o s rV S . . . . s u je c r o n t is p i e ce
. IV S . . .
 H IS T OR I CA L A N D P H IL OS OP H ICA L L I B R A R IE S .
9

H I S T OR I CA L L IB RA RY .

um
2 1 Vol es a t 5s ea rh . .
(5L 5s p e r . set . )
E V E L Y N ’S D a r y a n d C o r r e s p o n d i J E SS E S M m i ’
f th C t f e o rs o e o ur o
it
d e nce , w h t h e P ri a te C o rre s o n de n ce o f
p v E gl d n d h St
an t i l di g h
un er t e ua r s nc u n t e

Ch a r les I a n d S ir Ed w a r d N 1e h o l as , a n d P t t t v l Wit h I d
ro ec o ra d 4
e. o s. n ex a n 2

b t l P t it ( ft dyk L l y
.

e w ee n S ir E d wa rd H y d e (E a r o f C l a re n or r a s a er an e, e
i it
,

d o n ) a n d S i r R c h ard Br o w ne Ed e d fr o m M mi f th e P t nd
o rs nd o e re e er s a
i i l
.

t h e Or g na M S S by W Bra y , F A S t h i Ad h t 7 P t it e re n s . o r ra s.
v l vi t e r
. . . . .

N U G E N T S (L o d ) M e m i l
4 o s N S 5 Eng ra ng s (a f er V a n ’
f
l mi
~

s o
. .

or a
.

r
d y ke , Le y , K n e e r , a n d J a
H m hi P ty d T im W h
s o n,
o

pd a e n, s ar an es 1t

M mi P t it ( ft
.

N B Th i —
s ed iti o n c o n a ns t i l tt e o r. V dy k 12 o r ra s a er an e

d th
1 30 e e rs
f mE v l
.

i ti
.

ro
y e n a nd hi s w fe , co n a n ed in no
an ) N S o e rs . . .

oth di er e t t o n. S T R IC KL A N D S ( A gn ) Li v f th ’
es es o e
Q f E gl
ue e ns d f m h oN m n an ro t e or a n

P E BY S ’ Di a r y a n d C o r r e s p o n d e n c e C q t F m t h ti D m t
on u es ro a u en c oc u e n s,
d p iv t t it 6 v l
.
.

i
\V 1rh L fe a nd N o es , by L o rd Bra y ro o ke t b p bh u c 6 P an r a e. o r ra s. o s.

vl t i
.

4 o s N S W i t h A pe nd i x co n a i n ng
l tt y Qu
. . .

a d di i o na Le e rs , a n nd e x a nd 3 1 E u Lif of M e n f S t ar ee o co s
t
.

ra v ms t l P t it v l N S
,

g ( a f e r V a nd y ke , S ir P L e y , s.
gl m
2 or r a a e s. . .

ll
.

o he , K ne er , Liv of t h T d es n d St t e u or a ua r
P i r nc e s s e s . [ I th p n e r ess .

P H IL OS OP H ICA L L IB RA RY .

16 Vol
s . at
5 s . ea ch , ex ce
p t i ng t hose ma r ked oth er wi s e . (31 . 14s . p er se t .
)
B A C ON S N o vu m O r g a n u m a n d
’
Ad L OG IC , or i
t h e S c e n c e o f In f e r e n ce .
v a nce me n t L ea r n of i ng . \V h N oit t es by A Po p u l ar M a nua By J D e e y l . . v .

J D ev e y , hL A
i l
. .

MI L L E R (P r o f es s o r ) H Ph i ost or y
A H a n d b o o k o f t h e H is t o r y
.

B AX .

il t t so p h cai ll y Ill t t d u s ra e fro m t h e Fa o f 1h e ll

R m Em pi
,
o f P h o s o p h y , fo r t he us e o f S u d e n s
.

h re t o t Fre nc h R e vo l
uu o n
l it t
.
o a n e .

W ith M m i 4 v l
B y E B e fo rt Ba x , E d o r o f Ka n s
'

3 s 6d e a ch
.

e go m
o r. o s
m
e . . . .

N S
‘ ’
P l e na . . .

C O M T E S Ph i lo s o p h y o f t h e S c i e n c e s
’
S P IN O Z A '
S C h i e f W or k s T ra ns w h . . it
t ti l l
.

iti
A 11 E x po s o n o f t h e P r nc p e s o f t h e i i l In ro d uc o n by R H M E we s 2 Vo s . . . . .

C ou r: d c P h rl
o ro/h ie P os i t ive By G H
’

t i t
. . .

L e w es , A u ho r of T h e L fe o f Go e h e
’

it it
o g ico lo l
'

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' ‘
V ol l ll
.
- us

D R AP E R
. .

(D r J W ) A H is t o r y of
.
' ‘

. . .
— Po h t tca llrc a u ac
t ll t l vl me n t
.

t he In De of E uro p e
V o l ll— | m p ro ve mc u t
e e c ua e op .
of th e U ud e x
v l IV S
o

t i tt
. .

2 o s.
s t a n d i ng E h c s — L e e rs
.
- r
.

HEG EL S Ph i lo o p h y o f H i s t r y By
’
s o .

J Sib M A T BNNB M A NN S M a l o f t h e II I!
’
re e , nu a
t il an s
. . .

of Ph phy Tr by R e v A
K A NT S C i t i q u
’ o ry oso . . . .

f P R e a so n r e o u re
B y J M D M i klj h e e o n.
.
J o h nso n ,
M A . .

Pr l e gom n
. . .

n d M t a p h y i ca l
o e a a e s
F d ti
o un fN t lSi
a w it h B i
o ns o a u ra c e nc e , o

ph y d M m i by E B l f t B
an e o r . e or ax .
or tr a i t. N S
'

. .
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’
L IBR A RIE S .

T H E O L O G IC A L L I B R A RY .

01
5. a t ea ch , ex ce plz ng t/zose
'

ma r ked oth er wi s e .
(31 x3s 6 d per
. . . s et .
)
K. In tr t o t h e Old o d u ct i on L
P HI O -J U E U S , rks o f. Th e D Wo
m
en t
B y Fr e d r c h Bl e ek T r ns i i a t
C o n e mp o rar y o f J o s e p h u s T a n s by r
vi i bl
. . . . .

r the su pe r s o n o f R e v E V e na es, C D Y o ng e
.
4 vo l
s . .

i l
. . .

i e nt ia ry C a no n o f L nco n vo l
2 s . .

P H IL O 8 T O R G I S E c cle s i a s t i c a l U .

it
H s o r y o f — S e e S oz omen . .

LI N G W O R T H ’S i gi o n
R el of
S O C R A T E S E l i ti l Hi t y ’
cc e s a s ca s or .
sta nts 3s 6d . . .
C mp i i g a H i t y f h C h
o r s n h f m s or o t e u rc ro

C t ti
o ns a n 3 5 h 38 h y f ne , A D . 0 to t e t ea r o

Th d i W it h S h t A t f
E c cle s i a s t i c a l H i s t o r y
;
B IU S .
.

II
s e bi u s P a mp h u s , B s h o p o f Caasa r ea ili i h A th
eo
d l t dN t
os u s . or c co u n o

it
.
t or , a n
W h
,

e u se e c e o es.
s by R e v C F C ru se , M A
i l l bl
. . . . . .

5, L fe , a nd C hr o no o gi ca T a es S O Z O M E N’S E c c le s i a s t i c a l H i s t o r y .
W it t t
.

A O 32 4 440
-
P r e fa o ry R e
h No es,
m ar t mi
. . .

RIU S H i st or y of t h e C h u r ch ks e s iu s ,
a nd Sh o r
by V a l Me o r
t it
. . .

T h e od o r e t T o g e h e r w h t h e E C C L E S IA S T ICA L H IS
it mi
.

T O R Y O F P H lL O S I O R G IU S , a s e p o s e d by
’ ‘

W IC K H i stor y of t h e Ar t i cle s ti
P h o u s T r n s by R e v E W l f d, a a or M A
it t bi
. .

i i
. . . .

ig io n ; t o w h ch is
el a dd e d a Se r e s of W h N o e s a nd r e f L i fe
me nt s from
.

A D. 1 53 6 to A .D . 1 6 1 5.

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No e s , An a ys s , a nd Ind e x es N S . . . R e v C a n n V e na
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A NT IQ U A R IA N L IB RA RY .

35 Vol
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p er s et . )
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t t vi
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c u t P o r ra i s N S . . .
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C RU I K S H A NK S C o u r se s a n d ’
Th r ee J ESSE S An ecd ot e s ’
of D o gs .

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t a f er H ar v e y , B e wi c

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W e s C o u n ry , Ir s h , a nd Le g a ; a nd a t i l o th N S
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s or o r s an rt n t e e
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By h l t A N D i d
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T p g phi l Sk t h
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o . h e s or o t e us , t e
K R U M M A C H E R ’S P a r a b le s
l d th G l y ; R p t ti
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t ra t io ns
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f h P
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l T h C h i ti S h m A pp Ed m
.

Th S e ou e r s an c e e en d h o an t e o an 36
E g vi g d Maps
, .

n ra n s an 2 .
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P erso na ge s o f G re a B r a n , w h B io it i itt of G rea t
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a p hi ca l a n d H s o r ca M em o rs it i l
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V a o u r o n e er D a y in t h e yea r , fr o v y
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.

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.

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u d ing hi s T ra ns a o ns a n d N o l ti t e 2 NI C OLINP S H i s t o r y of th e J e s ui t :
ll t i t t th i
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fu -pa g e Woo d c u s by B r ke Fos er a n e r Ori ih Pro gr ess , D o ct rines , nd D a

t t
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o t h ers , a n d a P or ra i N S . . . Si g ns . 8 o r tra i ts .

Wi t ho u t th e Ill t t i
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er .

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