As the goblet ringing flies apart, And through the rift, the wild flames start; In storms the foe, with fire and sword; On the morrow the butler gropes alone, He seeks in the dismal ruin's fall The shards of the Luck of Edenhall. "The stone wall," saith he, "doth fall aside, Down must the stately columns fall; In atoms shall fall this earthly ball THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR. FROM PFIZER. A YOUTH, light-hearted and content, Yet oft I dream, that once a wife I wake! Away that dream,-away So long, that both by night and day It ever comes again. The end lies ever in my thought; But now the dream is wholly o'er, I bathe mine eyes and see; And wander through the world once more, A youth so light and free. Two locks, and they are wondrous fair,— Left me that vision mild; The brown is from the mother's hair, The blond is from the child. And when I see that lock of gold, And when the dark lock I behold, I wish that I were dead. 33 OVER THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR FROM JULIUS MOSEN. FORMS of saints and kings are standing The cathedral door above; Yet I saw but one among them, Who hath soothed my soul with love. In his mantle,-wound about him, And so stands he calm and childlike, O, were I like him exalted, I would be like him, a child! And my songs,-green leaves and blossoms,- Round me still these birds of air. THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL. FROM JULIUS MOSEN. On the cross the dying Saviour And by all the world forsaken, Sees he how with zealous care At the ruthless nail of iron A poor bird is striving there. Stained with blood and never tiring, With its beak it doth not cease, From the cross 't would free the Saviour, Its Creator's Son release. And the Saviour speaks in mildness: "Blest be thou of all the good! Bear, as token of this moment, Marks of blood and holy-rood!" |