And when Chrimhild, the queen, gave him kisses fifty two, With his rough and grisly beard full sore he made her rue, That from her lovely cheek 'gan flow the rosy blood: The queen was full of sorrow, but the monk it thought him good. From the Heldenbuch. Tr. H. Weber. A THE RICHEST PRINCE. LL their wealth and vast possessions Sat the German princes feasting "Mighty," cried the Saxon ruler, "See my land with plenty glowing," Spacious towns and wealthy convents," "Make my land to yield me treasures Great as those your fields afford." Würtemberg's belovéd monarch, 66 See, my land hath little cities, "Yet one treasure it hath borne me, Then, as with a single utterance, Cried aloud those princes three: "Bearded count, thy land hath jewels! Thou art wealthier far than we!" Andreas Justinus Kerner. Tr. H. W. Dulcken. Würtemberg. WÜRTEMBERG. WELL: you shall hear a simple tale: One night I lost my way Within a wood, along a vale, And down to sleep I lay. And there I dreamed that I was dead, And men and women stood beside And, shedding many tears, they cried, A tear upon my face fell down, I found my heart was resting on A woodman, mid the forest-shade, The princes sat, and wondering heard, From the German. Tr. R. Harrison. Würtzburg. WALTER VON DER VOGELWEID. VOGELWEID the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Würtzburg's minster towers. And he gave the monks his treasures, Saying, "From these wandering minstrels Let me now repay the lessons They have taught so well and long." Thus the bard of love departed; And, fulfilling his desire, On his tomb the birds were feasted Day by day, o'er tower and turret, On the tree whose heavy branches On the pavement, on the tombstone, On the cross-bars of each window, There they sang their merry carols, And the name their voices uttered Till at length the portly abbot Murmured, “Why this waste of food?' Then in vain o'er tower and turret, Then in vain, with cries discordant, Time has long effaced the inscriptions Where repose the poet's bones. But around the vast cathedral, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. |