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To the barrier of the fight
“Sir Knight! your name and scutcheon, say!" “ Should I speak it here, Ye would stand aghast with fear;
I am a Prince of mighty sway !”
When he rode into the lists,
And the castle 'gan to rock.
Hardly rises from the shock.
Pipe and viol call the dances,
Waves a mighty shadow in ;
Doth with her the dance begin ;
Danced in sable iron sark,
Coldly clasped her limbs around.
Flowerets, faded, to the ground.
To the sumptuous banquet came
'Twixt son and daughter all distraught, With mournful mind The ancient King reclined,
Gazed at them in silent thought.
Pale the children both did look,
“Golden wine will make you whole!” The children drank, Gave many a courteous thank ;
“O that draught was very cool ! ”
Each the father's breast embraces, Son and daughter; and their faces
Colorless grow utterly. Whichever way Looks the fear-struck father gray,
He beholds his children die.
6. Woe! the blessed children both
Takest thou in the joy of youth;
Take me, too, the joyless father! Spake the grim Guest, From his hollow, cavernous breast,
“Roses in the spring I gather !”
SONG OF THE SILENT LAND.
FROM THE GERMAN OF SALIS.
INTO the Silent Land !
Ah! who shall lead us thither?
Into the Silent Land !
Of beauteous souls! The Future's pledge and band!
O Land ! O Land !