Didst thou hear, from those lofty cham- | At the first blow, bers, The harp and the minstrel's rhyme?" "The winds and the waves of ocean, They rested quietly, But I heard on the gale a sound of wail, And tears came to mine eye." "And sawest thou on the turrets The King and his royal bride? And the wave of their crimson mantles? "Led they not forth, in rapture, "Well saw I the ancient parents, THE BLACK KNIGHT. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. T WAS Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, When woods and fields put off all sad ness. Thus began the King and spake: "So from the halls Of ancient Hofburg's walls, A luxuriant Spring shall break." Drums and trumpets echo loudly, Wave the crimson banners proudly, From balcony the King looked on; In the play of spears, Fell all the cavaliers, Before the monarch's stalwart son. To the barrier of the fight Rode at last a sable Knight. Woe! the blessed children both Takest thou in the joy of youth; Take me, too, the joyless father!" Spake the grim Guest, "Sir Knight! your name and scutch- From his hollow, cavernous breast: eon, say!' "Should I speak it here, Ye would stand aghast with fear; I am a Prince of mighty sway!' "Roses in the spring 1 gather!" SONG OF THE SILENT LAND. FROM THE GERMAN OF SALIS. INTO the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? YE voices, that arose And whispered to my restless heart repose! Go, breathe it in the ear Of all who doubt and fear, And say to them, "Be of good cheer!" Ye sounds, so low and calm, Go, mingle yet once more Tongues of the dead, not lost, Glimmer, as funeral lamps, Of the vast plain where Death encamps! BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS. THE SKELETON IN ARMOR. "SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! Why dost thou haunt me?" Gleam in December; From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! No Skald in song has told, "Far in the Northern Land, "Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders. 66 Many a wassail-bout "Once as I told in glee Fell their soft splendor. "I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted. "Bright in her father's hall To hear my story. "While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed, And as the wind-gusts waft The sea-foam brightly, "She was a Prince's child. And though she blushed and smiled, Should not the dove so white "Scarce had I put to sea, Among the Norsemen ! "Then launched they to the blast, When the wind failed us; "And as to catch the gale "As with his wings aslant, With his prey laden, "Three weeks we westward bore, "There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears, She was a mother; |