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Andromeda, and Other Poems
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And as good a man as thee.’
‘As good as me, thou pretty bold boy,
With down upon thy chin?’
‘Oh a spae-wife laid a doom on me,
The best of thy realm to win.’
‘If thou be so fierce, thou little wolf cub
Or ever thy teeth be grown;
Then I must guard my two young sons
Lest they should lose their own.’
‘Oh, it’s I will guard your two lither lads,
In their burgh beside the sea,
And it’s I will prove true man to them
If they will prove true to me.
‘But it’s you must warn your two lither lads,
And warn them bitterly,
That if I shall find them two false Kaisers,
High hanged they both shall be.’
Now they are gone into the Kaiser’s palace
To eat the peacock fine,
And they are gone into the Kaiser’s palace
To drink the good Greek wine.
The Kaiser alone, and the old old Balt,
They sat at the cedar board;
And round them served on the bended knee
Full many a Roman lord.
‘What ails thee, what ails thee, friend Athanarich?
What makes thee look so pale?’
‘I fear I am poisoned, thou cunning Kaiser,
For I feel my heart-strings fail.
‘Oh would I had kept that great great oath
I swore by the horse’s head,
I would never set foot on Roman ground
Till the day that I lay dead.
‘Oh would I were home in Caucaland,
To hear my harpers play,
And to drink my last of the nut-brown ale,
While I gave the gold rings away.
‘Oh would I were home in Caucaland,
To hear the Gothmen’s horn,
And watch the waggons, and brown brood mares
And the tents where I was born.
‘But now I must die between four stone walls
In Byzant beside the sea:
And as thou shalt deal with my little Baltung,
So God shall deal with thee.’
The Kaiser he purged himself with oaths,
And he buried him royally,
And he set on his barrow an idol of gold,
Where all Romans must bow the knee.
And now the Goths are the Kaiser’s men,
And guard him with lance and sword,
And the little Baltung is his sworn son-at-arms,
And eats at the Kaiser’s board,
And the Kaiser’s two sons are two false white lads
That a clerk may beat with cane.
The clerk that should beat that little Baltung
Would never sing mass again.
Oh the gates of Rome they are steel without,
And beaten gold within:
But they shall fly wide to the little Baltung
With the down upon his chin.
Oh the fairest flower in the Kaiser’s garden
Is Rome and Italian land:
But it all shall fall to the little Baltung
When he shall take lance in hand.
And when he is parting the plunder of Rome,
He shall pay for this song of mine,
Neither maiden nor land, neither jewel nor gold,
But one cup of Italian wine.
Eversley, 1864.
ON THE DEATH OF LEOPOLD, KING OF THE BELGIANS [8 - Impromptu lines written in the album of the Crown Princess of Germany.]
A King is dead! Another master mind
Is summoned from the world-wide council hall.
Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind—
To read the mystic writing on the wall!
Be still, fond man: nor ask thy fate to know.
Face bravely what each God-sent moment brings.
Above thee rules in love, through weal and woe,
Guiding thy kings and thee, the King of kings.
‘As good as me, thou pretty bold boy,
With down upon thy chin?’
‘Oh a spae-wife laid a doom on me,
The best of thy realm to win.’
‘If thou be so fierce, thou little wolf cub
Or ever thy teeth be grown;
Then I must guard my two young sons
Lest they should lose their own.’
‘Oh, it’s I will guard your two lither lads,
In their burgh beside the sea,
And it’s I will prove true man to them
If they will prove true to me.
‘But it’s you must warn your two lither lads,
And warn them bitterly,
That if I shall find them two false Kaisers,
High hanged they both shall be.’
Now they are gone into the Kaiser’s palace
To eat the peacock fine,
And they are gone into the Kaiser’s palace
To drink the good Greek wine.
The Kaiser alone, and the old old Balt,
They sat at the cedar board;
And round them served on the bended knee
Full many a Roman lord.
‘What ails thee, what ails thee, friend Athanarich?
What makes thee look so pale?’
‘I fear I am poisoned, thou cunning Kaiser,
For I feel my heart-strings fail.
‘Oh would I had kept that great great oath
I swore by the horse’s head,
I would never set foot on Roman ground
Till the day that I lay dead.
‘Oh would I were home in Caucaland,
To hear my harpers play,
And to drink my last of the nut-brown ale,
While I gave the gold rings away.
‘Oh would I were home in Caucaland,
To hear the Gothmen’s horn,
And watch the waggons, and brown brood mares
And the tents where I was born.
‘But now I must die between four stone walls
In Byzant beside the sea:
And as thou shalt deal with my little Baltung,
So God shall deal with thee.’
The Kaiser he purged himself with oaths,
And he buried him royally,
And he set on his barrow an idol of gold,
Where all Romans must bow the knee.
And now the Goths are the Kaiser’s men,
And guard him with lance and sword,
And the little Baltung is his sworn son-at-arms,
And eats at the Kaiser’s board,
And the Kaiser’s two sons are two false white lads
That a clerk may beat with cane.
The clerk that should beat that little Baltung
Would never sing mass again.
Oh the gates of Rome they are steel without,
And beaten gold within:
But they shall fly wide to the little Baltung
With the down upon his chin.
Oh the fairest flower in the Kaiser’s garden
Is Rome and Italian land:
But it all shall fall to the little Baltung
When he shall take lance in hand.
And when he is parting the plunder of Rome,
He shall pay for this song of mine,
Neither maiden nor land, neither jewel nor gold,
But one cup of Italian wine.
Eversley, 1864.
ON THE DEATH OF LEOPOLD, KING OF THE BELGIANS [8 - Impromptu lines written in the album of the Crown Princess of Germany.]
A King is dead! Another master mind
Is summoned from the world-wide council hall.
Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind—
To read the mystic writing on the wall!
Be still, fond man: nor ask thy fate to know.
Face bravely what each God-sent moment brings.
Above thee rules in love, through weal and woe,
Guiding thy kings and thee, the King of kings.
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