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'Tis fall'n! but think thou not I weep
For the forest's pride o'erthrown;
To be pour'd for this alone !
A youthful head, with its shining hair,
And its bright quick-flashing eye-
Too fair a thing to die !
He bounded by me as I gazed
Alone on the fatal sign,
His joyous glance to mine!
He must, he must! in that deep dell,
By that dark water's side, 'Tis known that ne'er a proud tree fell,
But an heir of his fathers died. And he-there's laughter in his eye, Joy in his voice-yet he must die !
I've borne him in these arms, that now
And must I see, on that fair brow,
The dust untimely flung ?
The noble boy !-how proudly sprung
The falcon from his hand!
A flower in his father's land!
Say not 'tis vain!—I tell thee, some
Are warn’d by a meteor's light,
Or a voice on the winds by night;
THE WILD HUNTSMAN.
He is sup
It is a popular belief in the Odenwald, that the passing of the Wild Huntsman announces the approach of war. posed to issue with his train from the ruined castle of Rodeostein, and traverse the air to the opposite castle of Schnellerts. It is confidently asserted that the sound of his phantom horses and hounds was heard by the Duke of Baden before the com mencement of the last war in Germany.
Tay rest was deep at the slumberer's hour
If thou didst not hear the blast
As the Wild Night-Huntsman pass'd,
Through the dark unquiet sky!
The stag sprung up from his mossy bed
When he caught the piercing sounds,
As he flew from the viewless hounds;
Away through the rushing night!
The banner shook on its ancient hold,
And the pine in its desert-place,
With the din of the trampling race ;
And the bugle, ringing out !
From the chieftain's hand the wine-cup fell,
At the castle's festive board,
Of the harp's triumphal chord;
In the hall died fast away.
The convent's chanted rite was stay'd,
And the hermit dropp'd his beads,
At the neigh of the phantom steeds,
As the Wild Night-Huntsman pass'd.
The storm hath swept with the chase away,
There is stillness in the sky,
With a troubled heart and eye,
'Midst the gleam of her golden hair!
* Minnesinger, love-singer; the wandering minstrels of Germany were so called in the middle ages.