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“Well have I seen that castle,

That Castle by the Sea,
And the moon above it standing,

And the mist rise solemnly."

6. The winds and the waves of

ocean, Had they a merry chime ? Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers,

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 ?

And the golden crown of pride ?

“Led they not forth, in rapture,

A beauteous maiden there? Resplendent as the morning sun,

Beaming with golden hair?

“ Well saw I the ancient parents,

Without the crown of pride ; They were moving slow, in weeds of woe,

No maiden was by their side !”

THE BLACK KNIGHT.

FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.

'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, When woods and fields put off all sadness.

Thus began the King and spake ; 6 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.

T

To the barrier of the fight
Rode at last a sable Knight.

“Sir Knight! your name and scutcheon, say!” “ Should I speak it here, Ye would stand aghast with fear ;

I'm a Prince of mighty sway ! ”

When he rode into the lists,
The arch of heaven grew black with mists,

And the castle 'gan to rock.
At the first blow,
Fell the youth from saddle-bow,

Hardly rises from the shock.

Pipe and viol call the dances,
Torch-light through the high halls glances ;

Waves a mighty shadow in ;
With manner bland

Doth ask the maiden's hand,

Doth with her the dance begin ;

Danced in sable iron sark,
Danced a measure weird and dark,

Coldly clasped her limbs around.
From breast and hair

Down fall from her the fair

Flowerets, faded, to the ground.

To the sumptuous banquet came
Every Knight and every Dame.

'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,
But the guest a beaker took ;

“Golden wine will make you whole!” The children drank, Gave many a courteous thank;

“O that draught was very cool!”

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