TO AN OLD DANISH SONG-BOOK. | Once Prince Frederick's Guard Sang them in their smoky barracks ; Suddenly the English cannon Joined the chorus ! Peasants in the field, Sailors on the roaring ocean, Students, tradesmen, pale mechanics, All have sung them. Thou hast been their friend; They, alas have left thee friendless! And, as swallows build In these wide, old-fashioned chimneys, Quiet, close, and warm, WALTER VON DER VOGELWEID. VOGELWEID the Minnesinger, Under Würtzburg's minster towers. And he gave the monks his treasures, Gave them all with this behest: They should feed the birds at noontide Daily on his place of rest; Saying, "From these wandering min strels I have learned the art of song ; Let me now repay the lessons They have taught so well and long." Thus the bard of love departed; Day by day, o'er tower and turret, Flocked the poets of the air. On the tree whose heavy branches O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how So love in our hearts shall grow mighty faithless is thy bosom ! To love me in prosperity, And leave me in adversity! O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom ! and strong, Through crosses, through through manifold wrong. sorrows, Shouldst thou be torn from me to wander alone The nightingale, the nightingale, thou In a desolate land where the sun is scarce tak'st for thine example! So long as summer laughs she sings, But in the autumn spreads her wings. The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st for thine example ! known, |