Say! how canst thou mourn? How canst thou rejoice? Art but metal dull ! And yet all our sorrowings, And all our rejoicings, Thou dost feel them all! God hath wonders many, Which we cannot fathom, Placed within thy form! THE CASTLE BY THE SEA. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. HAST thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. And fain it would stoop downward To the mirrored wave below; And fain it would soar upward In the evening's crimson glow. Well have I seen that castle, That Castle by the Sea, And the moon above it standing, The winds and the waves of ocean, Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers, 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, Well saw I the ancient parents, They were moving slow, in weeds of woe, THE BLACK KNIGHT. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. 'T WAS Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness, When woods and fields put off all sadness. Thus began the King and spake ; So from the halls Of ancient Hofburg's walls, A luxuriant Spring shall break. Drums and trumpets echo loudly, In the play of spears, Fell all the cavaliers, Before the monarch's stalwart son. |