And many a rich and noble youth Had strove to win the fair, But never a rich and noble youth Could rival Rudiger. At every tilt and tourney he For knightly feats superior still, His gallant feats, his looks, his love, Soon won the willing fair; And soon did Margaret become The wife of Rudiger. Like morning dreams of happiness Fast roll'd the months away; For he was kind and she was kind, And who so blest as they? Yet Rudiger would sometimes sit And his dark downward eye would seem But soon he raised his looks again, And mid the hall of gaiety Was none like him so gay. And onward roll'd the waning months, The hour appointed came, And Margaret her Rudiger Hail'd with a father's name, But silently did Rudiger The little infant see; And darkly on the babe he gazed,- And when to bless the little babe The holy Father came, To cleanse the stains of sin away Then did the cheek of Rudiger And on his clammy forehead stood And faltering in his speech he bade The Priest the rites delay, Till he could, to right health restored, Enjoy the festive day. When o'er the many-tinted sky He saw the day decline, He called upon his Margaret "And we will take the little babe, "For soft the breeze that blows, "And the mild murmurs of the stream "Will lull him to repose." And so together forth they went, The evening breeze was mild, And Rudiger upon his arm Pillow'd the little child. And many a one from Waldhurst's walls Along the banks did roam, But soon the evening wind came cold, And all betook them home. Yet Rudiger in silent mood Along the banks would roam, Nor aught could Margaret prevail "Oh turn thee, turn thee, Rudiger! "The rising mists behold, "The evening wind is damp and chill, "The little babe is cold!" "Now hush thee, hush thee, Margaret, "The mists will do no harm, "And from the wind the little babe "Lies shelter'd on my arm." "Oh turn thee, turn thee, Rudiger ! He answer'd not; for now he saw A little boat along. |