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CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Diver . . 1 
 
 The Glove . . . 8 
 
 The Eing of Poly crates 10 
 
 Sir Toggenburg . . 14 
 
 The Cranes of Ibycus 18 
 
 The Trip to the Iron Forge . . . . . .26 
 
 The Contest with the Dragon 36 
 
 The Bond . . . . . . .. . .47 
 
 The Eleusinian Festival . . . . . . .53 
 
 Hero and Leander .62 
 
 Cassandra . . * 73 
 
 The Count of Hapsburg . . . . ... 79 
 
 The Victor's Feast . . 84 
 
 The Alpine Hunter 90 
 
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SCHILLER'S BALLADS. 
 
 THE DIVER. 
 
 "Who dares, knight or servant, to dive into 
 this abyss ? I throw down a golden cup, 
 already has the black mouth swallowed it. 
 He who can show me the cup again may 5 
 keep it, it is his own." 
 
 The king speaks, and from the height of the 
 cliff, which reaches out rugged and steep 
 into the endless sea, he hurls the cup into 10 
 the howling Charybdis. ' 'Who is the cour- 
 ageous one, I ask again, to dive down into 
 this depth?" 
 
 And the knights and the servants round about 
 him hear it and remain silent ; they look 15 
 down into the wild sea, but no one desires 
 to win the cup. And the king again 
 the third time asks: " Is there no one 
 who dares to go down ? ' ' 
 
 (1) 
 
2 SCHILLER S BALLADS. 
 
 But everyone remains silent as before ; and 20 
 a page, gentle and bold, steps forth out of 
 the trembling body of the servants, and 
 throws off his girdle, and his mantle, and 
 all the men and women round about look 
 in wonder upon the beautiful youth. 
 
 And as he steps to the brink of the rock, and 25 
 looks down into the abyss, Charybdis gave 
 back, howling, the waters which she had 
 swallowed and as with the roaring of dis- 30 
 tant thunder they rush foaming forth 
 from the dark abyss. 
 
 And it foams and seethes and roars and hisses, 
 as when water mingles with fire. Even to 
 heaven rises the steaming spray, and flood 35 
 presses on flood in endless succession, and 
 seems never to wish to exhaust or empty 
 itself, as though the sea were about to give 
 birth to another sea. 
 
 But finally the wild force calms itself, and 
 black in the midst of the white foam there 
 gapes a yawning cleft, bottomless, as 40 
 though it went to the realm of hell, and 
 raging one sees the boiling waves drawn 
 down into the whirling funnel. 
 
THE DIVER. 3 
 
 Now quickly before the surf returns, the youth 
 commends himself to God, and — a cry of 45 
 horror is heard round about, and already 
 the whirlpool has washed him away, and 
 mysteriously over the bold swimmer the 
 jaw closes itself; he shows himself no 
 longer. 
 
 And it becomes silent over the watery abyss, 
 only from the depth it roars hollowly, and 50 
 trembling one hears from mouth to mouth : 
 "Highhearted youth, farewell!" And 
 hollower and hollower one hears it howl- 
 ing, and yet they wait with fearful, terrible 
 waiting. 
 
 And were you to throw the crown itself in 55 
 there, and were you to say : Whoever 
 brings me the crown, he shall wear it and 
 shall be king ! I would have no desire for 
 the dear reward. Whatever the howling 
 deep down there may conceal, that no liv- 60 
 ing happy soul will tell. 
 
 Well many a vessel, seized by the whirlpool, 
 shot headlong down into the deep ; but 
 only the shattered keel and mast reached 
 forth out of the all-consuming grave. — 
 And clearer and clearer, like the roar of 65 
 a storm, one hears it roaring ever nearer 
 and nearer. 
 
4 SCHILLER'S BALLADS. 
 
 And it foams and seethes and roars and hisses, 
 as when water mingles with fire ; even to 
 heaven rises the foaming spray, and wave 70 
 presses on wave in endless succession, and 
 as the roar of distant thunder, it pours 
 forth howling out of the dark abyss. 
 
 And see ! out of the dark watery abyss, some- 
 thing raises itself white as a swan, and an 75 
 arm, and a gleaming neck becomes bare, and 
 some one swims with strength and with 
 eager diligence ; it is he, and high in his 
 left hand he swings the cup with joyous 
 beckoning. 
 
 And long he breathed and deep and greeted the 80 
 heavenly light. With cries of joy one 
 called to the other : ' ' He lives ! he is there ! 
 It did not keep him ! Out of the grave, out 
 of the whirling cave of waters the brave one 
 has saved his soul alive. ' ' 
 
 And he comes ; and the rejoicing throng sum- 85 
 mons him ; he sinks at the feet of the king, 
 kneeling he offers him the cup ; and the 
 king beckons to his lovely daughter ; she fills 
 it to the brim with sparkling wine, and the 90 
 youth thus addresses the king : 
 
THE DIVER. 5 
 
 * 4 Long live the king! Let him rejoice who- 
 ever breathes under the rosy light ! But 
 down there it is terrible, and let not man 
 tempt the gods, and let him never, nay 95 
 never, desire to see what they graciously 
 cover with night and horror. 
 
 ' It drew me down with lightning's speed ; then 
 from a rocky shaft there rushed against me 
 a wild, raging fountain ; the furious power 100 
 of the undertow seized me, and like a top 
 it drove me about with dizzy turning ; I 
 could not resist. 
 
 ' Then God, to whom I called, in my greatest, 
 most terrible need, showed to me a cliff 105 
 reaching out of the deep ; this I quickly 
 seized, and escaped death. And there too 
 hung the cup on sharp corals, otherwise it 
 would have fallen into the bottomless abyss. 
 
 44 For beneath me it lay yet mountain deep in 110 
 purple darkness, and although here, as far 
 as the fey& was concerned, there was eternal 
 sleep, the eye looked down with shuddering, 
 as there moved salamanders and cuttlefish 
 and dragons in the terrible jaw of hell. 
 
SCHILLER S BALLADS. 
 
 ' Black moved there, in gruesome mixture, 115 
 rolled up into horrible balls, the prickly 
 roach, the horrible malformed figure of the 
 hammerfish, and the terrible shark, the 
 hyena of the sea, threatening showed me 120 
 his fierce-looking teeth. 
 
 'There I hung and was conscious to myself 
 with a shudder, under masks, the only feel- 
 ing heart, so far from human help, alone in 
 the awful solitude, far beneath the sound of 125 
 human speech, by the gruesome creatures of 
 the sad desert. 
 
 11 And with a shudder I thought this, and then 
 something crept near, moving a hundred 
 limbs at once, and was about to snap at 
 me ; in the fever of terror I let go the coral 130 
 branch that I had seized ; and immediately 
 the whirlpool seized me with a mad tumult ; 
 but it was my salvation, for it drew me 
 upward." 
 
 The king was astonished at this and speaks : 
 
 " The cup is thine, and this ring also I 135 
 promise you, adorned with the most costly 
 stones, if you will try once more, and will 
 bring me news of what you saw on the 
 deepest part of the sea bottom." 
 
THE DIVER. 7 
 
 This the daughter heard with tender feeling, 
 
 and with nattering lips she plead : " Father, 140 
 let this be enough of the cruel sport ! He has 
 endured for you what no other one endures, 
 and if you cannot tame the desires of your 
 heart, why then the knights may outdo the 
 servant. ' ' * 
 
 Upon this the king quickly seizes the cup, and 145 
 hurls it into the whirlpool, saying: "And 
 if you bring me back the cup, you shall be 
 my noblest knight, and this very day, as a 150 
 husband, you shall embrace her who now 
 pleads for you with tender pity. ' ' 
 
 Then his soul is seized with a heavenly power, 
 and his eyes gleam with a bold light, and 
 he sees the beautiful form blush, and grow 
 pale, and sink down ; he feels impelled to 155 
 gain the costly prize, and plunges down for 
 life or death. 
 
 Now one hears the surf, now it returns again, 
 the thundering sound announces it ; then 
 they bend down with loving look, they come, 160 
 the waters all come, they rush up, they 
 rush down, but none of them brings the 
 youth again. 
 
SCHILLER S BALLADS. 
 
 THE GLOVE. 
 
 Before his arena, waiting for the games, sat 
 king Francis, and round about him the 
 great ones of the realm, and in a circle upon 
 the high balcony sat the ladies, like a beau- 
 tiful wreath. 
 
 And as he beckons with his finger the wide door 
 is opened, and in steps a lion with thought- 
 ful air, and silently he looks round about 10 
 himself, yawning for some time ; he shakes 
 his mane, stretches his limbs, and lays him- 15 
 self down. 
 
 And the king motions again ; then quickly a 
 second door is opened, out of it with a wild 20 
 leap runs a tiger. As he sees the lion he 
 roars aloud, beats "with his tail a terrible 
 
THE GLOVE. 
 
 circle, stretches his tongue and shyly he 25 
 he circles around, the lion angrily pursuing, 30 
 and growling he then stretches himself at 
 his side. 
 
 And the king beckons again, then the doubly 
 opened cage sends forth two leopards at 35 
 once. These pounce with courageous desire 
 for contest upon the tiger ; it seizes them 
 with its fierce claws, and the lion with a 
 roar arises, and then silence ensues ; and 40 
 round in a circle the fierce animals, hot with 
 murderous desire, stretch themselves. 
 
 Then from the parapet's edge there falls a glove 45 
 from a beautiful hand, right between the 
 tiger and the lion. 
 
 And with a scorning manner, Miss Cunigund 
 turns to knight Delorges : " Sir knight, if 50 
 
10 schiller's ballads. 
 
 your love is so fiery, as you swear it to me 
 every hour, then pick up my glove. ' ' 
 
 And the knight with speedy course stepped 
 
 down into the terrible cage with firm tread 55 
 and out of the midst of the terrible creatures 
 he takes the glove with bold hand. 
 
 And with astonishment and horror the knights 
 
 and noble ladies see it ; and calmly he brings 60 
 back the glove. Then his praise resounds 
 . from every lip, but with tender look of 
 love — it promises approaching happiness — 
 Miss Cunigund receives him. And he 65 
 throws the glove into her face: — "Your 
 thanks, lady, I desire not ! " and he leaves 
 her that selfsame hour. 
 
 THE RING OF POLYCRATES. 
 
 He stood at the edge of his roof ; with well 
 pleased heart he looked down upon the over- 
 ruled Samos. u All this is subject to me," 
 began he to the king of Egypt. ' ' Acknowl- 
 edge that I am happy." 
 
 I 
 
THE RING OF POLYCRATES. 11 
 
 41 You have experienced the pleasure of the gods ! 
 Those who were formerly your equals, them 
 the power of your scepter now rules. But 10 A 
 one still lives to avenge himself ; my mouth 
 cannot pronounce you happy while yet the 
 enemy's eye is watching." 
 
 And even before the king had ended, a messenger 
 sent from Miletus placed himself before 15 
 the tyrant : " Sir, let the fragrance of the 
 sacrifice arise, and crown thy festive hair 
 with joyous laurel twigs ! 
 
 ' Overcome by the spear sank thy foe, thy 20 
 faithful general Polydor sends me with the 
 joyful tale—' ' and out of a black vessel, to 
 the horror of both, he takes forth a well- 
 known, still bloody head. 
 
 The king steps back with horror. " But I warn 25 
 you against trusting fortune," he exclaims 
 with troubled look. "Think, upon faith- 
 less waves — how easily can the storm shatter 
 it — floats the doubtful fortune of thy 30 
 fleet." 
 
12 schiller's ballads. 
 
 And even before he had spoken the words, the 
 rejoicing has interrupted him, resounding 
 from the anchorage. Richly laden with 
 foreign treasures the fleet, abounding in 35 
 masts like a forest, returns homeward to its 
 own docks. 
 
 The royal guest is astonished : ' ' Thy fortune 
 to-day is well disposed, but fear thou its 
 inconstancy. The throngs of Cretans well 40 
 trained in arms threaten you with the perils 
 of war ; already are they near to this 
 .strand. ' ' 
 
 And even before the words had fallen from his 
 lips, one sees a throng coming from the 
 ships, and a thousand voices cry : ' ; Victory ! 45 
 We are freed from the presence of the foe ; 
 the storm has destroyed the Cretans, it is 
 past, the war is gone ! " 
 
 This the guest friend hears with terror. ' ' Truly 50 
 I must esteem thee happy ! but," says he, 
 " I tremble for thy welfare. I shudder at the 
 envy of the gods. The unmixed joy of life 
 was awarded to no earth-born one. 
 
THE RING OF POLYCRATES. 13 
 
 "I too succeeded in everything, in all my acts of 55 
 government the favor of heaven accom- 
 panied me ; but I had a dear son; him God 
 took from me, I saw him die, I paid my 60 
 debt to fortune. 
 
 ' Therefore if you would protect yourself from 
 misfortune, plead with the invisible ones, 
 that they may grant you grief with your 
 joy. None yet have I seen ending happily 
 upon whom the gods strew their gifts with 65 
 hands ever full. 
 
 44 And if the gods do not grant it, take warning 
 at the teaching of a friend, and call upon 
 misfortune yourself; whatever of all your 70 
 treasures may please your heart the most, 
 that take and throw into the sea ! ' ' 
 
 And, moved by fear, he speaks : " Of all that 
 
 this island holds, this ring is my greatest 75 
 treasure. I will sacrifice it to the Furies ; . 
 they may then pardon my good fortune," 
 and he throws the treasure into the flood. 
 
14 SCHILLER'S BALLADS. 
 
 And with the light of the following morning, 
 
 with joyous face a fisherman appears before 80 
 the ruler: " Sir, this fish have I caught, 
 a better one than has ever before gone into 
 my net ; I bring it to you as a present. ' ' 
 
 And when the cook cuts up the fish, he jumps 85 
 back with astonishment, and with surprised 
 look he cries: "See, Sir, the ring which 
 you carried ; I found it in the fish's stomach. 
 Ah, thy fortune is boundless ! " 90 
 
 At this the guest turns away in horror : "I cannot 
 dwell here longer, you can be my friend no 
 more. The gods desire thy destruction ; I 95 
 hasten away, so as not to die with you." 
 He spoke, and quickly went on board his 
 ship. 
 
 SIR TOGGENJBURG. 
 
 1 Knight, true sister's love does this heart give 
 to you , ask no other love, for it gives me 
 pain. " "In silence can I bear to see you 
 
SIR TOGGENBURG. 15 
 
 coming, in silence see you going ; the silent 
 weeping of your eyes I cannot understand.' ? 
 
 And lie hears it with deep grief, bleeding he 10 
 tears himself away, passionately embraces 
 her, swings himself upon his horse, sends 
 word to all his men in Switzerland ; they 
 make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. Upon 15 
 their breasts they wear the cross. 
 
 These perform great deeds with the arm of 
 heroes ; the plumes of their helmets wave 
 in the throngs of their foes ; and the name 20 
 of the Toggenburger frightens the Mussul- 
 man ; but the heart cannot recover from its 
 grief. 
 
 A year has he borne it, he endures it no longer ; 25 
 peace he cannot find and he leaves the army ; 
 on Joppa's strand he sees a ship whose 
 
16 Schiller's ballads. 
 
 sails are swelling ; he boards it, bound for 30 
 home to the dear native land where her 
 breath gently moves. 
 
 And at the gate of her castle the pilgrim knocks , 
 
 Alas, with harsh words is it opened : " She 35 
 whom you seek carries the veil ; yesterday 
 was the anniversary of the day that betrothed 40 
 her to God." 
 
 Upon this he leaves forever the castle of his 
 father, his weapons he sees no more, nor his 
 faithful horse ; from Toggenburg he de- 45 
 scends, unknown, for a hairy garment covers 
 his noble limbs. 
 
 And he builds himself a hut near the place, 50 
 where out of the midst of gloomy linden- 
 trees the convent appears ; waiting from the 
 
SIR TOGGENBURG. 17 
 
 morning light to the evening's gleam, with 55 
 quiet hopefulness upon his face, he sat 
 there alone. 
 
 He looked to the convent over yonder, looked 
 for hours to the window of his dear one, 
 until the window sounded, until the lovely 60 
 one showed herself, until the dear image 
 bent down into the valley, softly, mild as an 
 angel. 
 
 Then he joyfully laid himself down, went to 65 
 sleep comforted, looking forward in quiet 
 joy to the coming morn. And thus, he sat - 
 there many days, sat there many years, 70 
 waiting without pain or complaint, 
 
 Until the window sounded, until the lovely one 
 
 showed herself, until the dear image bent 75 
 down into the valley, softly, mild as an 
 
18 SCHILLER'S BALLADS. 
 
 angel. And thus he sat there one morning 
 a corpse and even then the pale face looked 
 toward the window. 80 
 
 THE CRANES OF IBYCUS. 
 
 To the contest of chariots and song, which 
 joyously unite the Grecian tribes upon the 
 Corinthian isthmus, journeyed Ibycus, the 
 friend of the gods. To him Apollo gave 
 the gift of singing and the sweet voice of 
 songs; so with his light rod he journeyed 
 out from Rhegium trusting in the god. 
 
 Already from the high mountain crest did Cor- 10 
 inth beckon to the eyes of the wanderer, 
 and with holy fear he steps into Poseidon's 
 pine grove. Nothing moves about him, 
 only swarms of cranes accompanying him, 
 which, in grayish trains, are journeying to 15 
 the warm south. 
 
 i; Be ye greeted, ye friendly swarms ! who were 
 my companions at sea ; as a good omen I 
 
THE CRANES OF IBYCUS. 19 
 
 take you, my lot is like to yours. From 20 
 afar do we journey here and plead for a 
 hospitable roof — let the guest be favorable 
 to us, he who wards off disgrace from the 
 stranger ! ' ' 
 
 And with light heart he hurries his steps and 25 
 finds himself in the midst of the forest ; then 
 suddenly upon the narrow path two mur- 
 derers blocked the way. He must prepare 
 himself for the fight, but soon his hand 30 
 sinks exhausted ; it has bent the tender 
 strings of the lyre, but never the might of 
 the bow. 
 
 He calls to men, to gods, but his pleading reaches 
 
 no saviour ; as far as he sends his voice 35 
 nothing living is seen here. "So I must 
 die here deserted, unwept, upon a strange 
 land, perish at the hands of wicked fellows, 
 where not even an avenger appears for me ! " 40 
 
 And cruelly overpowered he sinks, and then 
 the wings of the cranes rustle ; he hears, for 
 
20 SCHILLER'S BALLADS. 
 
 already he can no longer see, the nearby 
 voices terribly cawing. ' l By you, ye cranes 45 
 up yonder, be the charge of my murder 
 raised, if no other voice speaks ! " He cries 
 out thus, and dies. 
 
 The naked body is found, and soon, although 50 
 disfigured by wounds, the guest friend in 
 Corinth recognizes the face that is precious 
 to him. " And must I find thee thus again, 
 when I had hoped with the pine-wreath to 
 crown the temples of the singer, radiant 55 
 with the glow of his fame ! ' ' 
 
 And all the guests hear it with grief, as they are 
 gathered at the festival of Poseidon ; grief 
 seizes all Greece, every heart feels the loss. 60 
 In a tumult the people press to the judge, 
 their fury demands vengeance for the manes 
 of the slain one, to make amends with the 
 slavers' blood. 
 
 But where is the trace which makes known the 65 
 evil doer out of the passing throng of people, 
 
THE CRANES OF IBYCUS. 21 
 
 invited by the splendor of the games ? Are 
 they robbers who cowardly slew him ? Did 70 
 some hidden envious foe commit the deed ? 
 Only Helios is able to tell, he who shines on 
 every earthly thing. 
 
 Perhaps even now with bold step he walks 
 
 through the midst of the Greeks, and while 75 
 vengeance seeks him, he partakes of the 
 fruit of his crime ; at the very thresholds 
 of their temples he is perhaps defying the 
 gods, he boldly mingles with that wave of 
 people which yonder presses to the theatre. 80 
 
 For close-pressed, bench to bench, the supports 
 of the staging almost breaking, are sitting 
 there waiting the Grecian people, those who 
 have come in streams from far and near. 
 Suddenly roaring, like the waves of the sea, 85 
 crowded with men, the edifice grows in ever 
 wider-drawn circles up into the blue heavens. 
 
 Who can count the people, who can tell the 
 names of those who have come together 90 
 
22 schiller's ballads. 
 
 here hospitably ! From Theseus' city, from 
 Aulis' strand, from Phocis, from the Spartan 
 land, from Asia's far distant coast, from all 
 the islands, have they come, and listen from 95 
 the staging to the gruesome melody of the 
 chorus, 
 
 Which, severe and earnest, in accordance with 
 old custom, with slowly measured tread, 
 steps forth out of the background, travelling 100 
 about the round of the theatre. No earthly 
 women stride in such a manner ; these, no 
 mortal house brought forth ! The giant 
 form of their bodies towers far over that of 
 men. 
 
 A black mantle touches the calves ; in fleshless 105 
 hands they swing the dark red glowing 
 torch, in their cheeks flows no blood, and 
 where hair charmingly falls and pleasantly 
 waves about human brows, one sees here 110 
 shakes, and reptiles, blowing their poison- 
 swelled bellies. 
 
 And horridly, turned in a circle, they begin the 
 
 tune of the hymn, which pierces, heart- 115 
 
THE CRANES OF IBYCUS. 23 
 
 rending, and throws bands about the sinner. 
 Conscious-robbing, heart-moving, sounds the 
 song of the Furies ; it resounds piercing the 
 marrow of the hearer, and does not permit 120 
 the sound of the lyre : 
 
 4 * Well to him who free from guilt and error pre- 
 serves his soul childishly pure ! To him we 
 may not in vengeance draw nigh ; he jour- 
 neys freely the road of life. But woe, woe 125 
 to him who in secret has accomplished the 
 heavy deed of murder ! We fasten our- 
 selves to his heels, the terrible race of night. 
 
 1 And if he thinks to escape by fleeing, on wings 1 30 
 we are there, throwing the snares about his 
 fleeting foot, so that he must fall to the 
 ground. And thus we chase him without 
 weariness ; no penitence can reconcile us, we 1 35 
 chase him on and on to the shades, and even 
 there we do not let him free. ' ' 
 
 Thus they dance, singing meanwhile, and silence, 
 like the muteness of death, lies heavily over 
 
24 schiller's ballads. 
 
 the whole house, as if the divinity were 140 
 near. And solemnly, according to old cus- 
 tom, walking about the round of the theatre, 
 with slowly measured tread they disappear 
 in the background. 
 
 And doubting, every breast is yet uncertain be- 145 
 tween truth and deception, and trembling 
 does homage to the terrible power, which 
 judging wakes in secret ; which inscrutably, 
 unfathomably weaves the dark tangle of 150 
 fate, revealing itself to the depth of the 
 heart, but fleeing the light of the sun. 
 
 Then of a sudden one hears upon the highest 
 steps a voice calling: "See there, see 155 
 there, Timothy, the cranes of Ibycus ! " — 
 and suddenly the heavens grow dark, and 
 over the theatre in a dark flock one sees an 
 army of cranes pass by. 160 
 
 : Of Ibycus ! " — The dear name touches every 
 heart with new grief, and as in the sea wave 
 
THE CRANES OF IBYCUS, 25 
 
 after wave, thus it quickly goes from mouth 
 to mouth : "Of Ibycus, for whom we are 165 
 weeping, who was slain by the hand of a 
 murderer ! What is the matter with him ? 
 What can he mean ? What is there about 
 this flock of cranes ? ' ' 
 
 And ever louder becomes the question, when of 170 
 a sudden it flies like a lightning flash through 
 every heart : "Notice, that is the power of 
 the Furies ! The pious poet is avenged, the 
 murderer offers himself — seize him who 175 
 spoke the word and him to whom it was ad- 
 dressed ! " 
 
 But hardly had the word escaped that one, when 
 he would gladly have kept it in his bosom ; 
 in vain ! The mouth pale with terror quickly 180 
 makes known the one conscious of guilt. 
 They seize and drag them before the judge, 
 the scene becomes a tribunal, the wicked 
 ones confess, conquered by the power of 
 vengeance. 
 
26 Schiller's ballads. 
 
 THE TRIP TO THE IRON FORGE. 
 
 Fridolin was a pious servant and devoted, in the 
 fear of the Lord, to his mistress, the countess 
 of Savern. She was so mild, she was so good, 
 but even the arrogance of her whims he 
 would have endeavored to meet with joy, 
 for God's sake. 
 
 Early from the day's first gleam, until late 10 
 when the vesper bell struck, he lived for her 
 alone, and never thought himself to do 
 enough. And if the lady said : ' ' Take it 
 easy ! ' ' then immediately his eye became 
 moist, and he thought he was failing in his 15 
 duty, if he could not torture himself in her 
 service. 
 
 For this reason the countess raised him above 
 the whole throng of servants ; from her 
 beautiful lips his praise flowed endlessly. 20 
 She treated him not as her servant, for his 
 heart gave him the rights of a child. Her 
 beautiful eye hung with pleasure on his well- 
 formed features. 
 
THE TRIP TO THE IRON FORGE. 27 
 
 Because of this there burned in the breast of 25 
 Robert, the hunter, whose black soul had 
 long been swelled with evil joy, poisonous 
 wrath ; he stepped to the count, quick to 
 the deed, and open to the seducer's advice ; 30 
 when one day they were coming home from 
 the chase, he scattered into his heart the 
 seeds of suspicion : 
 
 1 How fortunate are you, noble count, ' ' he be- 
 gan with cunning, ' ' golden sleep is not taken 35 
 from you by the poisonous tooth of doubt, 
 for you possess a noble wife ; modesty girds 
 her chaste body. The tempter will never 
 succeed in moving her pious faithfulness. ' ' 40 
 
 Then the count rolls his dark brows: "What 
 are you saying to me, fellow ? Shall I build 
 on woman's virtue, movable as the wave? 
 Readily does the flatterer's mouth move it ; 45 
 my faith stands on firmer ground. From 
 the wife of the count of Savern, I trust, the 
 tempter remains at a distance." 
 
28 Schiller's ballads. 
 
 The other speaks : "So you think aright, only 50 
 a fool deserves your scorn ; he who, although 
 but a boon servant, has become so bold as to 
 raise the lustfulness of his wishes to the 
 woman who commands him " — " What ? " 55 
 the other one interrupts him trembling, 
 ^'jspeak you of one who lives?" 
 
 1 Why certainly, can it be that that which is on 
 every lip should escape my master ! But 
 then, as you so diligently conceal it, I will 60 
 gladly pass it over. " — " Your life is at stake, 
 fellow, speak ! " cries the other in a severe 
 and terrible manner. " Who raises his eyes 
 to Cunigunde?" — "Well, then, I speak of 
 the blond one. 
 
 'He is not uncomely in form," he continues, 65 
 full of cunning, while the count was turning 
 hot and cold at his words. " Is it possible, 
 sir ? Have you never seen how he has eyes 70 
 for her alone ? How at the table he takes 
 no notice of you, but languishes, chained to 
 her chair? 
 
THE TRIP TO THE IRON FORGE. 29 
 
 " See there the poetry which he wrote and he con- 
 fesses his passion " — ;t Confesses ! " — " and 75 
 in a bold manner asks her to return his love. 
 The good countess, kind and mild, probably 
 out of compassion has kept it from you ; I 
 am sorry now that it slipped me, for, sir, 80 
 what have you to do now ? ' ' 
 
 Then, in the fury of his wrath, the count rode 
 into the neighboring wood, where in the 
 lofty, glowing furnaces his iron ore melted. 
 Here early and late the servants with busy 85 
 hand feed the fires ; the sparks fly, the 
 bellows blow, as though their task were to 
 melt the rocks. 
 
 Here one sees the power of water and of fire 90 
 united ; mill-wheels, driven by power of the 
 water, roll over and over ; the machines 
 rattle day and night, the beat of the hammer 
 is in rhythm, and malleable under the mighty 95 
 blows, the iron itself grows soft. 
 
30 schiller's ballads. 
 
 And lie beckons to two servants, points them 
 out and speaks : " The first one that I send 
 hither, who asks you : 4 Have you obeyed 100 
 the command of the master ? ' him throw 
 into that furnace there for me, so that he 
 may be immediately consumed, and my eye 
 may see him no more ! ' ' 
 
 At this the inhuman pair rejoice with fierce long- 105 
 ing for the execution, for feelingless, like 
 iron, was the heart in their breast. And 
 more intensely with the blast of the bellows 110 
 do they heat the belly of the furnace, and 
 with murderous longing they prepare them- 
 selves to receive the sacrifice of death. 
 
 Upon this, Robert speaks to the young fellow 
 
 with deceitful words : " Quick, young man, 115 
 and do not delay ; the master wishes to see 
 you, ' ' he says to Fridolin. l ' You must 
 immediately go out to the forge and ask my 
 servants there, whether they have done ac- 120 
 cording to my words. ' ' 
 
THE TRIP TO THE IRON FORGE. 31 
 
 And the other speaks : "It shall be done ! ' ' 
 and quickly he prepares himself. But sud- 
 denly he remains standing in thought: "I 
 wonder whether she has anything to ask me 
 to do ? " And he comes before the countess : 125 
 1 ' They send me out to the forge ; say then, 
 can I do aught for you ? for to you belongs 
 my service." 
 
 And to this the lady of Savern replies with 130 
 gentle voice : " I would be glad to hear the 
 Holy Mass, but my son lies sick. Go then 
 my child, and in devotion speak a prayer for 
 me ; and if you penitently think of your 135 
 sins, let me too find grace. ' ' 
 
 And rejoicing in the welcome duty he hastens 
 away, but has not yet reached the end of the 
 village in quick step, when, clear sounding, 140 
 he hears the ringing of the bells from the 
 bell-rope which festively invites all sinners, 
 highly blessed, to attend the sacrament. 
 
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 "Do not evade God, if you find him on the 145 
 way ! " — He speaks thus, and steps into the 
 house of worship ; no sound is heard yet, 
 for it was at harvest time, and in the fields 150 
 glowed the healthy bodies of the reapers ; 
 no mass-boy well-trained had as yet ap- 
 peared to serve at the sacrament. 
 
 Soon he is decided, and he takes the place of the 
 
 sacristan. "That," says he, "is no delay 155 
 that speeds one heavenward." Serving, 
 he hangs the stola and the cingulum about 
 the priest, quickly prepares the vessels 
 sanctified to the service of the mass. 160 
 
 And when he had diligently done this, he stepped 
 before the priest to the altar as minis trant, 
 mass book in hand, and he kneels right and 165 
 left, and waits on every beckon, and when 
 the words of the " Sanctus " came, he sang 
 thrice at the name. 
 
THE TRIP TO THE IRON FORGE. 33 
 
 Then when the priest piously bowed himself and, 170 
 turning to the altar showed the ever-present 
 God, in high-raised hand, then the sacristan 
 announces it, ringing with a clear bell, and 
 every one kneels, and strikes his breast, de- 175 
 voutly crossing himself before the Christ. 
 
 Thus does he punctually do everything that is 
 
 customary in the house of God ; he remem- 180 
 bers it all, and he does not tire until the 
 end, till the priest at the "Dominus Vo- 
 biscum " turns himself to the congregation, 
 and with a blessing ends the sacred service. 
 
 Then he cleanly sets everything in order again ; 185 
 he first purifies the sanctuary and then he 
 departs, and hastens, with peaceful con- 
 science, on to the neighborhood of the 
 forge. While on the way, to complete the 190 
 number, he silently repeats the Lord's 
 Prayer twelve more times. 
 
34 schiller's ballads. 
 
 And when he sees the chimney smoking, and 
 
 the servants standing around he cries out : 195 
 u Ye servants, have you done as the master 
 ordered ? ' ' And leering they grin and point 
 to the interior of the furnace : ' ' He is taken 
 care of and preserved, the count will praise 200 
 his servants." 
 
 With hurried steps he brings back this answer 
 to his master. When he sees him coming 
 from afar he hardly trusts his eyes: " Un- 205 
 lucky one ! whence come you ? " — "From 
 the forge." — "Never! then you were be- 
 lated in your course?" — " Sir, only long 
 enough for me to pray. 
 
 For when I went from your presence to-day, 210 
 pardon me, I presented myself first, in ac- 
 cordance with my duty, before her to whom 
 my service belongs. She, sir, ordered me 
 to hear the mass ; gladly did I obey her, 
 and I spoke four rosaries for your welfare 215 
 and for hers. ' ' 
 
THE TRIP TO THE IRON FORGE. 35 
 
 At this point the count is greatly astonished, he 
 is awe-stricken : ' ' And what answer did 
 they give you at the forge ? speak ! " — " Sir, 220 
 mysterious was the meaning of their speech ; 
 they pointed laughing to the furnace : ' He 
 is taken care of and preserved, the count 
 will praise his servants. ' ' ' 
 
 'And Robert," the count interrupts him, shiv- 225 
 ering with the cold, " did he not meet you ? 
 I sent him to the forest." — "Sir, neither 
 in the wood nor in the meadow did I find a 230 
 trace of Robert. " — " Well, ' ' cries the count, 
 and stands bewildered, "God himself in 
 heaven has judged ! " 
 
 And kindly, as he had never been accustomed, 
 
 he takes the servant's hand, and, deeply 235 
 moved, he brings him to his wife, who 
 understood nothing of the matter: "This 
 child, no angel is so pure, let him be rec- 
 ommended to your kind care ! Wickedly 
 as I intended, still with him is God and his 240 
 hosts." 
 
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 THE CONTEST WITH THE DRAGON. 
 
 Why do the people run together, what sort of a 
 thing is moving along there with a shout 
 through the long lanes? Is Rhodes fall- 
 ing beneath the fiery flames ? They are 
 running together violently, and I perceive a 5 
 knight, high on his horse, in the throng of 
 men ; and behind him, what a creature ! 
 They drag a terrible reptile ; in form it 
 seems to be a dragon, with its wide croco- 10 
 dile jaw, and everybody in wonder looks 
 now at the knight, and then at the dragon. 
 
 And a thousand voices are heard : " This is the 
 
 dragon, come and see it ! the one that has 15 
 destroyed our shepherds and flocks ! This 
 is the hero who conquered it ! Many others 
 went out before him to try the tremendous 
 contest, but none of them was seen to return ; 
 this courageous knight ought to be hon- 20 
 ored ! " And the throng goes to the con- 
 vent, where the order of St. John the Bap- 
 tist, the Knights Hospitallers, have already 
 been quickly assembled for council. 
 
THE CONTEST WITH THE DRAGON. 37 
 
 And the youth steps before the noble master 25 
 with modest step ; the people crowd after 
 after him, with wild cries, thronging the 
 steps of the balcony. And the youth begins 
 and speaks : " I have accomplished the duty 30 
 of the knighthood. The dragon, that de- 
 vasted the land, lies dead, slain by my hand ; 
 free is the way for the wanderer ; let the 
 shepherd drive his flocks into the meadows, 
 let the pilgrim travel joyfully along the 35 
 rocky path to the blessed image." 
 
 But the master looks at him severely and speaks : 
 "You have acted like a hero ; courage it is 
 that honors the knight, you have proved 40 
 your spirit bold. But speak ! What is the 
 first duty of the knight who fights for Christ, 
 and adorns himself with the symbol ? ' ' 
 And all those round about grow pale. But 45 
 he with manly self-possession speaks : 
 "Obedience is the first duty that makes 
 him worthy of his adornment. ' ' 
 
 1 And this duty, my son, you have boldly ig- 50 
 nored," replied the master. "The contest 
 
38 schiller's ballads. 
 
 which the law denied you, with sinful cour- 
 age have you dared to fight ! " — " Sir, judge 
 when you know all," speaks the other with 
 undaunted spirit, "for the meaning and 55 
 wish of the law I intended faithfully to 
 fulfill. I did not go there thoughtlessly to 
 make war on the terrible creature ; with 
 cunning and with keen wits, I attempted to 60 
 win in the contest. 
 
 * ' Five already of our order, the flower of our 
 religion, had become the sacrifice of bold 
 courage ; then you forbade the order to 
 enter the contest. But at my heart gnawed 65 
 dissatisfaction and zeal for the battle, yes, 
 even in the dreams of quiet nights I found 
 myself panting in the contest ; and when 
 the morning dawned and came giving news 70 
 of more havoc, then a maddening grief 
 seized me, and I boldly determined to try. 
 
 44 And then I said to myself: 'What adorns 
 
 the youth, and honors the man? What 75 
 service did the courageous heroes render, 
 
THE CONTEST WITH THE DRAGON. 39 
 
 whom the songs name over to us, and whom 
 blind paganism raised to the splendor and 
 fame of the gods? They cleansed the 
 world in bold adventures from terrible crea- 80 
 tures, met the lion in battle, and fought with 
 the minotaur, in order to free the poor vic- 
 tims ; nor were they sparing of their blood. 
 
 * ; ' Is only the Saracen worthy that the Christian' s 85 
 sword should fight with him? Does the 
 Christian fight only with false gods ? He 
 is sent to the world as a saviour, and his 
 strong arm must free it from every need and 90 
 wrong ; but wisdom must guide his courage, 
 and cunning must battle with might.' Thus 
 spake I oft, and went alone to find the track 
 of the beast of prey ; then the Spirit re- 95 
 vealed it to me, and in joy I cried out : 1 1 
 have found it ! ' 
 
 'And I stepped up to you and spoke these 
 words : ' I feel drawn away to my home. ' 
 And you, sir, granted my request, and 100 
 successfully did I cross the sea. Barely 
 had I disembarked on my native strand, 
 
40 schiller's ballads. 
 
 when, by an artisan's hand, faithful to the 
 well- studied outlines, I had an image of a 
 dragon made. The weight of the long 105 
 body rested on short legs ; a scaly coat of 
 mail surrounded the back and protected it 
 strongly. 
 
 " The neck reached out far forward, and horri- 110 
 bly, like a gate to the inferno, as though it 
 were greedily snapping after its prey, the 
 wide jaw lay open, and out of the black 
 depth the rows of sharp teeth threaten ; the 115 
 tongue is like the point of a sword, the 
 small eyes spit lightning ; the horrible 
 length of the back ends in a serpent, rolls 
 itself upon itself terribly, so that it might 120 
 entwine itself about a man and his horse. 
 
 ' Thus everything do I fashion exactly, and I 
 cover it with a loathsome grey ; half worm 
 did it seem, half cuttle-fish and dragon, 
 begotten in the terrible deep. When 125 
 the image was completed, I chose for my- 
 self a pair of hounds, powerful, quick, with 
 
THE CONTEST WITH THE DRAGON. 41 
 
 fleet foot, accustomed to seize the wild ox. 
 These I let loose upon the dragon, incite 130 
 them wild with fury to seize it with their 
 sharp teeth, and I spur them on with my 
 voice. 
 
 41 And there where the soft skin of the belly left 
 a spot unprotected against the bites, there 135 
 I urge them to seize the creature and to 
 drive in their sharp teeth. I myself, armed 
 with my bow-gun, mount my Arabian horse, 
 descended from noble breed ; and, when I 140 
 had inflamed its anger, I quickly drove it 
 at the dragon and goaded it with my spurs, 
 and after aiming, I shoot my weapon as 
 though I intended to pierce the figure. 
 
 "And although my horse in terror rears, and 145 
 gnashes and foams at the bridle, and my 
 dogs whine cowardly, I do not rest until 
 they become accustomed. Thus do I prac- 
 tise diligently, until the moon had thrice 150 
 renewed itself; and when the animals had 
 understood everything correctly, I brought 
 them here on quick ships. It is now the 
 third morning since I succeeded in landing ; 
 
42 schiller's ballads. 
 
 barely could I allow my limbs to rest, until 155 
 I should have undergone the great task. 
 
 4 For recent havoc in the country stirred my 
 heart fiercely, for lately some one found the 
 shepherds, who had lost their way near 160 
 the swamp, all mangled. I quickly decide 
 on the deed, taking counsel only from my 
 heart. Quickly do I instruct my servants, 
 mount my tried horse, and accompanied by 165 
 my fearless dogs, I ride against my foe, 
 courageously, on secret paths, where there 
 was no witness to my deed. 
 
 'You, sir, know the little church which the 170 
 bold spirit of the master built high on the 
 crest of a rocky mount. Despicable does it 
 seem, small and poor, but it encloses a mir- 
 acle, the mother with the child Jesus, to 175 
 whom the three kings gave presents. On 
 thrice thirty steps the pilgrim climbs the 
 steep height ; but, when he has reached it, 
 though dizzy, yet the nearness of his Sa- 180 
 viour refreshes him. 
 
THE CONTEST WITH THE DRAGON. 43 
 
 "Far into the rock upon which it stands there 
 is a blasted grotto, moistened by the dew of 
 the neighboring moor, whither the sun does 
 not send its light. Here the dragon dwelt ; 185 
 and day and night, lay looking for its prey. 
 Thus, like the dragon of hell, he kept watch 
 at the foot of the house of God ; and if the 
 pilgrim came and turned into the lane of 190 
 misfortune, the reptile burst forth from his 
 lair, and carried him away to be eaten. 
 
 "Then I climbed up the rock before beginning 
 
 the difficult contest. I knelt down before 195. 
 the child Christ, and cleansed my soul 
 from sin. Finally, in the sanctuary, I 
 girded on my polished adorning weapons,, 
 armed my right hand with the spear, and 200 
 climbed down to the battle. The band of 
 servants remains behind ; in parting I give 
 orders, and quickly swing myself upon my 
 horse, and consign my soul to God. 
 
 "Hardly do I find myself on level ground, when 205 
 quickly my dogs begin to bark. My horse 
 
44 schiller's ballads. 
 
 anxiously begins to pant, and rears and will 
 not move ; for nearby, rolled into a ball, lies 210 
 the horrible figure of the enemy, sunning 
 itself on the warm ground. The quick dogs 
 stir him up, but with the speed of arrows 
 they turn themselves when it yawns and 
 parts its jaws, and sends forth its poisonous 215 
 breath, and howls, whining like a jackal. 
 
 ""But quickly do I renew their courage; with 
 fury do they seize the foe, while I hurl from 
 my powerful hand the spear at the animal's 220 
 loins. But powerless like a thin rod it re- 
 hounds from the scaly armor, and before I 
 had renewed my thrust, my horse rears, and 
 shies at the horrible look, and at the emis- 225 
 sion of its poisonous breath, and with terror 
 it springs backward, and now my fate was 
 sealed — 
 
 41 Then I quickly swing myself from my horse, 
 
 in haste is the blade of my sword bare ; but 230 
 all my blows in vain bore through the rock- 
 
THE CONTEST WITH THE DRAGON. 45 
 
 like armor. And raging, it has thrown me 
 to the ground with the power of its tail ; 
 already I see its gaping jaws, and it makes 235 
 for me with grim teeth, when my dogs, 
 burning with fury, hurl themselves with 
 furious bites at its belly, so that it stood 
 still, howling, rent by terrible pain. 240 
 
 : And, before it frees itself from their bites, I 
 quickly raise myself, perceive the exposed 
 part of my foe, and push the steel deep into 
 his vitals, sending it in even to the hilt ; 245 
 black spurts the jet of blood. It sinks down 
 and in its fall it buries me beneath the giant 
 form of its body, so that my consciousness 
 quickly leaves me. And when I awake, 250 
 newly strengthened, I see my servants 
 standing round about me, and the dragon 
 lying dead in his blood. ' ' 
 
 The pent-up storm of applause now frees the 
 
 heart of every listener, as soon as the knight 255 
 has spoken these words ; and ten times 
 broken on the vault, the sound of the 
 mingled voices rolls along, roaring in an echo. 
 
46 schiller's ballads. 
 
 Even the sons of the order themselves de- 
 mand loudly that the hero' s brow be crowned, 260 
 and greatly does the crowd desire to show 
 him to the people in a blazing triumph. 
 Then the master knits his brow severely and 
 orders silence. 
 
 And speaks : c ' The dragon which devasted this 265 
 land you slew with courageous hand ; a god 
 have you become to the people, a foe you 
 have come back to the order, and your heart 
 gave birth to a worse worm than this dragon 270 
 was. The serpent which poisons the heart, 
 which brings forth discord and destruction, 
 is the disobedient spirit which boldly re- 
 volts against obedience, and tears the sacred 275 
 bonds of order ; for it is that which destroys 
 the world. 
 
 'The Mameluke, too, shows courage, but the 
 Christian's adornment is obedience ; for 
 there where the Master in His greatness 280 
 walked in the guise of a servant, there upon 
 sacred ground the fathers founded this order 
 to fulfill the most difficult of duties, to con- 
 
THE BOND. 47 
 
 quer the will. Empty fame has moved you, 285 
 therefore depart from my sight ! For who- 
 soever does not carry the Lord's yoke can- 
 not adorn himself with the cross. ' ' 
 
 The multitude bursts out in a tumult, a tre- 290 
 mendous storm moves the house, and all 
 the brothers plead for grace. But the 
 youth looks down in silence, without a word 
 he lays off the robe, kisses the master's se- 
 vere hand, and departs, and he follows him 295 
 with his gaze ; then lovingly he calls him 
 back, and speaks : u Embrace me, my son ! 
 You succeeded in the more difficult contest. 
 Take this cross. It is the reward of hu- 300 
 mility, which has conquered itself. ' ' 
 
 THE BOND. 
 
 To Dionysus, the tyrant, crept Moeros, with a 
 dagger in his garment. But the officers 
 put him in bonds. " What were you about 
 to do with the dagger, speak ! ' ' the tyrant 
 addresses him threateningly.— "Free the 
 city from its tyrant!" — "That shall you 
 repent upon the cross.' ' 
 
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 " I am prepared to die," says he, " and ask not 
 for my life. But if you are willing to grant 10 
 me a favor, I ask for three days' time, till I 
 may see my sister united to her husband ; I 
 will leave my friend as pledge : him you 
 may slay, if I escape. ' ' 
 
 Then the king smiles with deep cunning and 15 
 speaks after a brief thought : "I will grant 
 you three days ; but mind you, if the time 
 be past, before you are again returned to 
 me, then he must die in your place, but 20 
 your sentence shall be revoked. ' ' 
 
 Then he approaches his friend : ' ; For my sinful 
 attempt, the king commands that I shall 
 forfeit my life upon the cross ; but he is 25 
 willing to grant me three days' time, until I 
 shall have united my sister to her husband ; 
 so you remain with the king as a pledge, 
 until I come to relieve your bonds. ' ' 
 
 And silently the faithful friend embraces him, 
 
 then delivers himself to the tyrant ; but the 30 
 other goes away. And before the sky grew 
 
THE BOND. 49 
 
 red on the third morning, he has speedily 
 united the sister with her husband, and 
 hastens home with careworn heart, so as 35 
 not to miss by a furlong. 
 
 Then endless rain pours down, and from the 
 mountains rush the streams, the brooks and 
 streams begin to swell ; and he comes with 
 his wanderer's staff to the shore. Then the 40 
 whirlpool tears away the bridge, and with a 
 roar as of thunder the billows strain the 
 cracking bows of the arch. 
 
 Comfortless, he wanders at the edge of the 
 shore ; but as far as he can see or look or 
 send his calling voice, no boat sets out from 45 
 the safe shore to take him over to the wished- 
 for land. No boatman directs the ferry, 
 and the wild stream becomes a sea. 
 
 Then he sinks to his knees on the shore and 50 
 weeps and pleads, his hands raised up to 
 Zeus : "0 stop the tumult of the storm ! 
 The hours are hastening, the sun stands at 
 the zenith, and if it goes down and I cannot 55 
 reach the city, my friend must die for me. ' ' 
 
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 But the increasing fury of the storm renews 
 itself, and wave on wave runs by, and hour 
 upon hour flies on. Then terror drives him 60 
 forward, he takes courage, plunges into the 
 roaring flood, and parts with powerful arms 
 the water, and a god takes pity. 
 
 He makes the shore and hastens away thanking 65 
 the protecting divinity ; then a robber band 
 breaks forth from the night-like darkness 
 of the forest, blocking his path, threatening 
 murder, and delaying the wanderer's haste 
 with menacing clubs. 70 
 
 * ' What would you do ? ' ' he cries, pale with 
 terror. 4 ' I have naught but my life, and that 
 I must give to the king ! ' ' He tears from 
 the nearest his club : ' ; For the sake of my 75 
 friend have pity ! ' ' cries he. And three of 
 them he lays low, with powerful strokes ; the 
 others then give way. 
 
 The sun sends forth its glowing heat. Over- 
 come by the endless toil his knees give way. 80 
 
THE BOND. 51 
 
 " Oh, hast thou graciously saved me from 
 the robbers' hand, and from the stream to 
 the sacred land, only to perish here, parched 
 with thirst, while my loving friend dies ! ' ' 
 
 But hark ! something near at hand murmurs 85 
 clear as silver, like rustling zephyrs, and he 
 lies still to listen ; and see ! from the rock, 
 babbling, quickly there boils forth a living, 
 murmuring spring, and gladly he bows him- 90 
 self down, and refreshes his burning limbs. 
 
 And the sun looks through the green foliage of 
 the boughs and paints upon the gleaming 
 meadows giant shadows of the trees. He 95 
 sees two wanderers passing along the road, 
 but with quick step he is about to pass 
 by them, when he hears them speak these 
 words : "He is now being nailed to the 
 cross. ' ' 
 
 And terror gives wings to his hastening feet, the 100 
 tortures of care drive him on. There in the 
 beams of the evening sun, from a distance, 
 gleam the roofs of Syracuse. Now there 
 comes toward him Philostratus, the honor- 
 able keeper of the house, and he in terror 105 
 recognizes his master : 
 
52 schiller's ballads. 
 
 " Back ! you can save your friend no longer! 
 So save your own life ! Even now he is 
 suffering death. From hour to hour he 
 waited with hopeful heart for your return. 110 
 From him the scorn of the tyrant could not 
 take his courageous trust." — 
 
 ■ If it is too late, and I cannot appear to him 
 as a welcome saviour, let death unite me 115' 
 to him. Let not the tyrant pride himself 
 in this, that a friend has broken his pledge 
 to a friend, but let him slaughter two vic- 
 tims and believe in love and faithfulness ! ' ' 
 
 And the sun goes down ; now he stands at the 120 
 gate, and sees the cross already raised, and 
 the gaping throng around it. Then they 
 draw the victim up on the rope ; when 
 powerfully parting the dense throng he 
 cries : " Slay me, executioners ! Here am I 125* 
 for whom he went bond ! " 
 
 And astonishment seized the people round about ; 
 both the friends fall into each other's arms, 
 
THE ELEUSINIAN FESTIVAL. 53 
 
 and weep for pain and joy. There one 130 
 sees no tearless eye, and they bring to the 
 king the wondrous tale. He is touched with 
 pity and quickly has them led before the 
 throne. 
 
 He looks at them long in astonishment; then 135 
 he speaks : " You have succeeded, you have 
 conquered my heart. And faithfulness, 
 then, is no empty dream. Take me as your 
 companion ! Grant my plea, let me be the 140 
 third within your circle. ' ' 
 
 THE ELEUSINIAN FESTIVAL. 
 
 Wind to a wreath the golden ears and weave in 
 blue cyanea, too ! Joy shall transfigure 
 every eye, for the queen is passing in ; she, 
 the conqueror of wild costumes, who settled 
 men with men, and who changed the mov- 
 able tent into the peaceful fixed abode. 
 
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 Shyly in the mountain clefts did the cave-dwellers 10 
 hide themselves ; the nomad allowed the 
 plains, through which he roamed, to lie 
 uncultivated. With the spear, and with the 
 bow, the hunter strode through the land ; 
 woe to the stranger whom the billows threw 15 
 upon this unfortunate coast ! 
 
 And upon her path, seeking the tracks of her 
 child, Ceres greeted the abandoned shore. 
 Alas ! there no meadow nourished ! No 20 
 shelter was granted here, so that she might 
 tarry peacefully ; no temple's well-lit pillar 
 testified that gods are honored here. 
 
 No fruit of sweet ears invites her to the pure 25 
 meal. Only, on horrible altars are bleaching 
 human bones. Yes, as far as in her wan- 
 derings she went, everywhere she found 30 
 misfortune and in her great spirit she be- 
 moaned the fall of man. 
 
THE ELEUSINIAN FESTIVAL. 55 
 
 Do I thus find men again, they to whom we 
 
 have lent our form, whose well-formed 35 
 limbs bloom up yonder in Olympus? Did 
 we not give to him as his possession the 
 divine lap of earth, and does he roam upon 
 his royal seat, miserable and homeless ? 40 
 
 Does no god have pity on him ? Does no one out 
 of the throng of the blessed raise him with 
 powerful arms up out of his deep disgrace ? 
 In the royal height of heaven another's 45 
 grief moves them not ; but my tortured 
 heart feels the fear and woes of men. 
 
 So that man may become man, let him found 50 
 an eternal compact, in faith with the sacred 
 earth, his maternal ground. Let him honor 
 the law of the times, and the sacred course 
 of the moon, which moves silently measured 55 
 in melodious song. 
 
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 And she softly parts the cloud that conceals her 
 from their gaze ; suddenly she stands there 
 in the midst of the wild men's circle, the 60 
 picture of a god. She finds the rude throng 
 revelling at the meal of victory and they 
 bring to her, as a sacrifice, the blood-filled 
 shell. 
 
 But shuddering and with horror she turns away 65 
 and speaks : ' ' Bloody tiger meals do not 
 moisten the lips of a god. He desires pure 
 sacrifices, fruits which autumn gives ; with 70 
 pure gifts of the field is the holy one 
 honored." 
 
 And she takes the weighty spear out of the 
 
 rude hand of the hunter ; and with the 75 
 shaft of the murderous arm she furrows 
 the light sand, takes from the tip of her 
 wreath a kernel, filled with power, drops it 
 into the little furrow, and the germ of the 80 
 seed swells. 
 
THE ELEUSINIAN FESTIVAL. 57 
 
 And soon the ground adorns itself with green 
 stalks, and as far as the eye looks, it waves 
 like a golden wood. Smiling, she blesses 85 
 the earth, twists the band of the first sheaf, 
 chooses the fieldstone as a hearth, and then 
 the goddess speaks : 
 
 4 ' Father Zeus, thou who dost reign over all the 90 
 gods in Olympian heights, let a sign now 
 appear to show that this sacrifice is pleasing 
 to thee ! And take away the cloud from the 
 eye of this people, which, lofty one, 95 
 does not yet name thee, so that it may 
 know its god ! ' - 
 
 And Zeus upon his lofty seat hears the pleading 
 of his sister ; thundering from the blue 
 heights he hurls the jagged lightning. 100 
 Crackling, something begins to unfold, raises 
 itself whirling from the altar, and above it 
 floats in lofty circles his quick eagle. 
 
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 And deeply moved, the joyous throng of the 105 
 multitude falls at the feet of the goddess, 
 and the rude souls melt in the first feeling 
 of humanity ; they throw from themselves 
 the bloody weapon, open their unlearned 110 
 minds and receive from the lips of the queen 
 the divine teaching. 
 
 And down from their thrones descend all the 
 
 heavenly ones. Themis herself heads the 115 
 line, measures unto each one his rights, 
 plants the boundary stone, and invites as 
 witnesses the hidden powers of the Styx. 120 
 
 And there comes the god of the forge, the in- 
 ventive son of Zeus, the maker of artistic 
 vessels, well-versed in metal and clay. He 125 
 teaches the art of the tongs, and the blast 
 of the forge, and under the beating of his 
 hammer is formed the first plough. 
 
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 And Minerva, towering over all the others with 130 
 her weighty spear, lets her mighty voice 
 sound forth, and commands the army of the 
 gods. Firm walls she wishes to found to 
 be a protection for every one, to bind the 135 
 scattered world into a peaceful unity. 
 
 And she guides her queenly steps through the 
 wide expanse of the field, and in her track 
 follows the boundary god. Measuring, she 140 
 carries the chain about the green base of the 
 hill ; and the bed of the wild stream too 
 she encloses in the sacred plot. 
 
 All the Nymphs and Oreads which follow Arte- 145 
 mis upon the mountain paths, when she 
 swings her hunting spear, they all come, all 
 take a hand, cries of joy resound, and at the 150 
 blows of their axes the pinewood crouches 
 to the ground. 
 
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 The rush-crowned god also rises from his green 
 wave, rolls the heavy raft to its place, at the 155 
 command of the goddess ; and the light-clad 
 Hours eagerly fly about to their business and 
 neatly do the rude trunks become round 160 
 under their hands. 
 
 And one can see the sea god hastening also ; 
 quick, with a thrust of his trident he breaks 
 out the granite pillars from the skeleton of 
 the earth, swings them with powerful hands 165 
 on high, like a light ball, and with Hermes, 
 the quick one, he builds up the protecting 
 wall. 
 
 But from the golden strings the harmony of 170 
 Apollo entrances, and the pleasant measure 
 of time and the power of melody (fascinate). 
 With nine-voiced song the Muses join in ; 
 softly, according to the sound of music, stone 175 
 fits itself to stone. 
 
THE ELEUSINIAN FESTIVAL. 61 
 
 On the wide wings of the gates Cybele sits with 
 
 experienced hand, and she fits the restrain- 180 
 ing bolts and the firm locks. Soon by the 
 quick hands of gods is the wondrous struc- 
 ture completed, and already the light walls 
 of the temples gleam in festive splendor. 
 
 And with a wreath of myrtle the queen of the 185 
 gods draws near. She leads the handsome 
 shepherd up to the most beautiful shep- 
 herdess. Venus herself, with her charm- 190 
 ing boy, adorns the first pair ; all the gods 
 bring gifts, and bless the married couple. 
 
 And the new citizens, led in by the happy throng 
 
 of the gods, pass with music through the 195 
 peaceful open door ; and Ceres at the altar 
 of Zeus attends to the duties of priest, her 
 hands folded in blessing ; she speaks to the 200 
 surrounding people : 
 
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 Liberty does the animal of the desert love, free 
 in the ether rules the god; nature's law 
 controls the powerful desires of their breasts. 
 But man in their midst must rank himself 205 
 to men and by his costume alone can he be 
 free and powerful. 
 
 Wind to a wreath the golden ears, and weave in 210 
 cyanea, too ! Let joy transfigure every eye, 
 for the queen is passing in ; she who has 
 given us our sweet home, and who settles 
 man with man. Let our song be festively 215 
 raised for the happiness-bestowing mother 
 of the world. 
 
 HERO AND LEANDER. 
 
 See you yonder the castles gray with age, over 
 against each other, gleaming in the golden 
 sun, there where the Hellespont rolls its 
 roaring waves through the high rocky gate- 
 way of the Dardanelles ? Do you hear that 
 
HERO AND LEANDER. 63 
 
 surf roaring as it breaks itself on the rocks ? 
 
 It tore Asia from Europe, but love it does 10 
 
 not terrify. 
 
 The hearts of Hero and Leander did the holy 
 godlike power of Cupid touch with the 
 arrow of woes. Hero, blooming like Hebe, 
 ever roaming through the mountains in the 15 
 noisy chase. But the hostile anger of 
 the fathers parted the united pair, and the 
 sweet fruit of love hung on the precipice of 20 
 danger. 
 
 There, in the rock-bound tower of Sestos, which 
 the Hellespont, unceasingly foaming, beats 
 with its stormy waves, sat the maiden, 
 grieving alone, looking over to the coast of 25 
 Abydos, where the passionately loved one 
 dwells. Alas ! to the distant strand there 
 is no bridge, and no vessel pushes from the 
 shore ; but love found the way. 30 
 
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 On the small earth's path it guides with secure 
 thread ; even the foolish one it makes clever ; 
 it bends the wild animals to the yoke, it spans 35 
 the fire-breathing oxen to the diamond plow, 
 even the Styx, which flows with many waters, 
 does not shut out the daring one ; with 
 power it tears away the loved one from 40 
 Pluto's dark abode. 
 
 And through the watery floods, too, it urges on 
 the courage of Leander, with the fiery glow 
 of longing. When the bright gleam of the 
 day fades, the bold swimmer plunges into 45 
 the dark flood of the Pontus, parts with 
 powerful arm the waters, as he makes for 
 the dear shore, where, gleaming on the high 
 balcony, the torch's bright flame beckons 50 
 him. 
 
 And in the tender arms of love he may grow 
 warm again after the difficult passage, and 
 
HERO AND LEANDER. 65 
 
 may receive the reward of the gods, which, 55 
 in blessed embrace, love has saved for him, 
 until tarrying, Aurora wakes him out of his 
 dreams of bliss and startles him into the cold 
 bed of the sea, out of the lap of love. 60 
 
 And thus quickly did thirty suns flit by for the 
 happy pair in the stealing of hidden pleas- 
 ures, like the sweet enjoyment of the bridal 
 night which the gods themselves envy, ever 65 
 new and ever verdant. He has never tasted 
 of happiness, who does not steal and break 
 off the fruit of heaven at the gloomy edge 
 of the river of destruction. 70 
 
 Hesper and Aurora, changing places, went up 
 and down on the heaven's bow. But the 
 happy ones saw not the adorning leaves 
 falling and the grim winter drawing nigh, 75 
 from the icy halls of the north. Joyfully 
 did they see the ever shorter course of the 
 
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 day, and foolishly they offered thanks to 
 Zeus for the longer bliss of the nights. 80 
 
 And already did the length of night and day 
 equal each other in the heavens, and the 
 fair maiden stood waiting on the stony 
 ground and saw the horses of the sun racing 85 
 down to the edge of the sky. The sea lay 
 calm and smooth, like a clear mirror ; no 
 wind's soft breathing stirred the crystal 90 
 realm. 
 
 Joyfully schools of dolphins frolicked in the 
 clear silvery element, and in dark grey 
 trains, arising from the sea bottom, came 95 
 the many-colored throng of Thetis. They 
 alone were witnesses of the hidden love 
 alliance ; but Hecate forever closed their 100 
 mute mouths. 
 
 And she rejoiced at the beautiful sea, and with 
 flattering words she spoke to the element : 
 
HERO AND LEANDER. 67 
 
 * ' Beautiful god, would you deceive ! Never i 105 
 I accuse of lying the trespasser who calls 
 you false and untrue. Deceitfulness is the 
 generation of men, cruel is the father's 
 heart ; but thou art mild and kind, and thee 110 
 the pain of love doth move. 
 
 " In the barren rocky walls my lot would be to 
 mourn alone deprived of pleasure, and in 
 endless grief would have to pass my youth ; 
 but you bear upon your back, without boat 115 
 or bridge, my friend into my arms. Grue- 
 some is thy depth, terrible is the flood of 
 thy waves, but love prevails upon thee, and 120 
 heroic courage conquers thee. 
 
 " For thee, too, the god of the billows moved 
 the mighty bow of Eros, when the flying 
 golden ram carried Helle o'er thy depth, 
 fleeing with her brother, and blooming 125 
 beautifully in the fulness of youth. Quickly, 
 
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 conquered by her charms, didst thou reach 
 forth out of the black abyss, didst draw her 
 from the ram's back down to the sea bottom. 130 
 
 ' Now she lives on forever, a goddess with the 
 god, in the deep water-grotto ; helpful to 
 persecuted love, she tames thy wild pas- 135 
 sions, and guides the sailor to his port. 
 Beautiful Helle, lovely goddess, blessed one, 
 to thee I plead : bring to-day also my loved 
 upon the accustomed track ! " 140 
 
 And already the floods were growing dark, and 
 she allowed the glowing torch to wave from . 
 the high balcony. A guide in the empty 
 realm, the beloved wanderer was to see the 145 
 appointed signal. And it moans and whis- 
 tles from afar, and darkly does the sea roll 
 itself; the light of the stars goes out, and a 150 
 storm draws near. 
 
HERO AND LEANDER. 69 
 
 Upon the broad expanse of the Pontus night lays 
 itself, and torrents rush forth out of the 
 bosom of the clouds ; lightning flashes in 
 the air, and out of their rocky caverns all 155/ 
 the storms are turned loose, they burrow 
 horrible chasms in the broad water's abyss ; 
 yawning like a jaw of hell, the bottom of the 160 
 sea opens forth. 
 
 "Woe, woe to me !" cries the wretched one, 
 moaning. ' ' Great Zeus, have pity ! Ah, 
 what did I dare to ask ! What if the gods 
 granted my prayer and he has given himself 165 
 a prey to the false seas and to the fury of 
 the storm ! All the birds accustomed to the 
 sea are going home in speedy flight ; all the 
 storm -tested ships conceal themselves in the 170 
 safe bay. 
 
 1 Ah, truly the undaunted one undertook that 
 which he had so oftened ventured, for him 
 a mighty god impelled. He promised it to 
 
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 me in parting, by the sacred oaths of love. 175 
 Him only death sets free. Alas ! at this 
 moment he is battling with the fury of the 
 storm, and down into its chasms the angry 180 
 flood is dragging him I 
 
 41 False Pontus, thy calm was only the veil of the 
 traitor, even as a mirror wast thou ; ma- 
 liciously rested thy waves until thou hadst 185 
 lured him out into thy false realm of deceit. 
 Now in the midst of thy waters, when the 
 return is closed, you let loose upon the be- 
 trayed one all thy terrors ! " 190 
 
 And the tumult of the storm increases, raised on 
 high to mountains swells the sea, the billows 
 foam and break at the foot of the cliffs ; even 
 the ship with ribs of oak did not draw nigh 195 
 unshattered. In the wind the torch, which 
 was the guide of the path, goes out ; terrible 
 
HERO AND LEANDER. 71 
 
 things the water presents, frightful things 200 
 the landing, too. 
 
 And she pleads to Aphrodite to command the 
 storm, to soften the wrath of the waves, and 
 she vows to offer up rich gifts to the seven 205 
 winds, a steer with golden horns. All the 
 goddesses of the depth, all the gods above 
 does she implore to pour soothing oil upon 210 
 the storm -tossed sea. 
 
 4 ' Hear my cry resounding ; arise from thy green 
 halls, blessed Lenkothea ! Thou whom 
 the sailor in the dreary waters so oft has 215 
 seen appearing as his saviour. Give to him 
 thy sacred veil, which, mysteriously woven, 
 inevitably brings forth out of the grave of 
 the floods those that carry it ! " 220 
 
 And the wild winds grow silent. Brightly at the 
 
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 edge of heaven Eos' horses mount on high. 
 Peacefully in the old bed flows the sea, 
 smooth as a mirror, both air and sea smile 225 
 pleasantly. More softly break the waves on 
 the roek-bound shore ; and gently playing, 
 they wash up a corpse upon the strand. 230 
 
 Yes, it is he, who, though dead, does not fail 
 his sacred oath ! With a quick glan ce she 
 recognizes him. No cry does she give forth, 
 no tear is seen to fall ; cold, in despair, she 235 
 stares into the depth. Comfortless, she looks 
 into the dreary deep, into the ether's light, 
 and a noble fire reddens the pale face. 240 
 
 recognize you, cruel powers ! Severely do 
 you exercise your rights, terribly, unrelent- 
 ingly. Early is my course decided : but I 245 
 have tasted happiness, and the most beauti- 
 ful lot was mine. In life I consecrated my- 
 
CASSANDRA. 73 
 
 self a priestess to thy temple ; I die a will- 
 ing sacrifice to thee, Venus, thou great 250 
 queen ! ' ' 
 
 And with fluttering garment she swings herself 
 from the tower's edge down into the sea. 
 High upon his billows the god rolls the 255 
 sacred bodies, he himself their grave. And 
 satisfied with his plunder, he joyfully passes 
 on, and pours forth from the inexhausti- 260 
 ble urn his ever-flowing flood. 
 
 CASSANDEA. 
 
 Joy was there in Trojan halls before the lofty 
 fortress fell ; hymns of joy might be heard 
 resounding together with the golden harp- 
 strings ; every hand is resting now, tired of 
 the distressful contest, because the noble 
 Peleus is wooing the beautiful daughter of 
 Priam. 
 
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 Festively adorned with laurel branches, throng 10 
 upon throng is going to the houses of the 
 gods, to the Thymbrian's altar. Gloomily 
 roaming through the streets the revelling 
 joy rolls onward, and left to her woe there 15 
 was but one sad heart. 
 
 Unhappy in the fulness of joy, without a com- 
 panion, and alone, Cassandra walked 
 silently in Apollo's laurel grove. To the 20 
 deepest depths of the wood fled the proph- 
 etess and in wrath she threw the fillets of 
 priesthood to the ground : 
 
 1 Everybody is joyful, all hearts are happy, the 25 
 old parents are hopeful, and my sister stands 
 adorned. I alone must grieve in solitude, 
 pleasant conceit flees far from me and on 30 
 wings I see destruction approaching these 
 walls. 
 
CASSANDRA. 75 
 
 see a torch glowing, but not in Hymen's 
 hand ; I see it rising to the clouds, but not 35 
 like a sacrificial fire. Festivals I see pre- 
 pared with joy, but with my spirit of fore- 
 boding I already hear the striding of the 40 
 god who shatters them destructively. 
 
 And they reprove my lamentation, scorn my 
 grief. Alone must I carry my tortured 
 heart into the wilderness, shunned by the 45 
 happy, to festive ones a scorn ! Grievous 
 things hast thou allotted me, Pythian, 
 thou terrible god ! 
 
 5 Why didst thou throw me here into the city 50 
 of the everlasting blind, to announce thy 
 oracles ; me, with my opened senses ? Why 
 didst thou give me to see that which I still 
 cannot avoid? That which is fated must 55 
 happen, that which I feared must draw nigh. 
 
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 4 'Is it proper to raise the veil when the coming 
 terror threatens ? Only error is life, knowl- 60 
 edge is death. Take, take this unfortu- 
 nate sight, this bloody glimmer from my 
 eyes ! It is a terrible thing to be the 
 mortal vessel of thy truth. 
 
 Give me again my blindness, my dark, yet 65 
 happy mind ! Never have I sung joyful 
 songs since I became thy voice. Futurity 
 hast thou given me, but at the same moment 70 
 thou didst take away the happy life I then 
 possessed — take back thy false gift ! 
 
 'Never with the bridal adornments will I crown 
 my fragrant hair, since I consecrated myself 75 
 to thy service at the dismal altar. My youth 
 was only tears, and grief alone I knew, every 
 harsh action of my friends wounded my 80 
 tender heart. 
 
CASSANDRA. 77 
 
 " I see my joyful companions, every one about 
 me lives and moves in the joyous feelings of 
 youth ; my heart alone is sad. Spring comes 85 
 and festively adorns the earth in vain for 
 me; who could rejoice in life that looks 
 down into those depths ! 
 
 1 Happy do I prize Polyxenus in the intoxicated 90 
 madness of her heart, for the best one of 
 the Greeks, as bride, she hopes to embrace. 
 Proudly is her breast raised, with difficulty 
 does she contain her joy ; not even you up 95 
 yonder, ye celestials, does she envy in her 
 dream. 
 
 " I too have seen him whom her heart desires 
 and chooses ! His beautiful countenance 
 pleads, inspired by the glow of love. 100 
 Gladly would I with my husband go into 
 the homelike dwelling ; but a Stygian shade 
 steps nightly 'twixt him and me. 
 
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 11 All her pale masks doth Proserpina send me ; 105 
 wherever I journey, wherever I go, the 
 spirits stand before me. In the joyful play 
 of yeoith they present themselves appallingly, 110 
 a terrible throng ! Never more can I be 
 happy. 
 
 11 And I see the murderous steel glisten and the 
 eye of the murderer gleaming ; neither to 115 
 the right, nor to the left, can I escape the 
 terror ; I dare not turn my eyes, knowing, 
 looking, unmoved must I accomplish my 
 fate, falling in a foreign land." 120 
 
 And yet her words are sounding — Hark ! there 
 comes a confused sound from the gates of 
 the temple far away : dead lay the great son 
 of Thetis ! Eris shakes her serpents, all the 125 
 gods flee away, and the clouds of thunder 
 hang heavy over Ilium. 
 
THE COUNT OF HAPSBURG. 79 
 
 THE COUNT OF HAPSBURG. 
 
 At Aachen, in his imperial glory, sat the holy 
 power of king Rudolf in the ancient hall at 
 the festive coronation banquet. The execu- 5 
 tive count of the Rhine carried the viands ; 
 the Bohemian poured the sparkling wine, 
 and all the seven electors, just as the multi- 
 tude of stars places itself about the sun, 
 busily stood about the ruler of the world, to 10 
 execute the duties of their position . 
 
 And all around, the people in joyous throng filled 
 the lofty balcony ; loudly mingled with the 
 trumpets, sound the rejoicing cries of the 
 multitude ; for the terrible time, without an 15 
 emperor, after a long and destructive contest 
 had ended, and again there was a judge upon 
 earth. No longer did the iron spear rule 
 blindly, no longer did the weak and peace- 
 ful one fear to become the prey of the 20 
 mighty. 
 
 And the emperor seized the golden cup and 
 speaks with peaceful countenance : l ' Truly 
 the feast glitters, and the banquet is great, 
 
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 all to thrill my royal heart ; but I miss the 25 
 singer, the messenger of joy, who may, 
 with his sweet sound, move my breast, and 
 also with divinely noble teaching. Thus 
 what I have done from youth on, and what 
 as knight I used to do, I shall not deprive 30 
 myself of, as king. ' ' 
 
 And see ! into the surrounding circle of the 
 princes steps the singer in his long mantle ; 
 his locks shone white as silver, bleached by 
 fulness of years. " Sweet melody sleeps in 35 
 the golden strings, the minstrel sings of the 
 rewards of love, he praises the highest and 
 best, whatever the heart itself wishes for, 
 or the mind may desire ; but tell me, what 
 is worthy of the emperor at his most beau- 40 
 tiful feast?" 
 
 shall not command the minstrel," replies 
 the ruler with smiling lip; "he stands in 
 the service of a greater master, he obeys 
 the commanding hour. Just as in the air 45 
 the storm-wind whistles, one knows not 
 whence it comes and rushes ; just as the 
 fountain from hidden depths, thus sounds 
 the minstrel's song, forth from his inmost 
 self, and awakens the power of hidden feel- 
 ings, which mysteriously slept in the 50 
 bosom." 
 
THE COUNT OF HAPSBURG. 81 
 
 And the bard quickly begins to play and touches 
 his chords with might : "To the hunt rode 
 a noble hero, in search of the fleeting 
 chamois. A servant followed him with the 55 
 hunter's bow, and when upon his stately 
 horse he comes to a glen, he hears a bell 
 sounding in the distance ; a priest it was 
 with an image of the Master ; in advance 60 
 steps the mass-boy. 
 
 "And the count bows himself to the ground, his 
 head bared in humility, to adore with a 
 believing, Christian mind, what redeems all 
 men. But a little brook rustled through 65 
 the field, swelled by the rushing torrents of 
 the Giesbach, and this delayed the wan- 
 derer's steps ; he lays aside the sacrament, 
 quickly from his feet does he draw his 
 shoes, so as to wade through the creek. 70 
 
 1 what are you doing ? ' the count addresses 
 him, looking at him in astonishment. ' Sir, 
 I am going to a dying man, who is longing 
 for heaven's food ; and as I was nearing the 75 
 
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 bridge across the brook, the roaring G-ies- 
 bach tore it away in its whirling waves. 
 And so, in order that the fainting one may- 
 be saved, I am now about to wade through 80 
 the water with naked feet. ' 
 
 ' Then the count places him upon his knightly 
 steed and passes him the beautiful reins, 
 so that he might refresh the sick one who 
 desired him, and might not delay in his 
 holy duty. Arid he himself upon the ani- 85 
 mal of his servant continues the hunt ; the 
 other one completes his journey, and on 
 the following morning with grateful look 
 he brings back the count's horse, meekly 90 
 leading it by the reins. 
 
 4 " God forbid,' cried the count humbly, ' that I 
 should henceforth bestride, for chase or war, 
 the horse that has carried my Maker ! If 95 
 you do not wish it for your own use, let it be 
 consecrated to the divine service ! For I 
 have given it to him from whom I carry, as 
 an earthly honor, temporal goods, life and 
 blood, and soul and breath and spirit. ' 100 
 
THE COUNT OF HAPSBURG. 83 
 
 *' ' Then may God, the almighty protector, he 
 who listens to the pleading of weak ones, 
 bring you to honor both now and hereafter, 
 even as you just now honored him. You 105 
 are a mighty count, known by your knightly 
 behavior in Switzerland ; you have six 
 youthful daughters ; may they,' cried he, 
 with inspiration, 'bring you six crowns 
 to your home, and may the latest genera- 1 10 
 tions be bright ! ' " 
 
 And the emperor sat there with thoughtful mien, 
 as though he were thinking of bygone 
 days ; now that he looks into the minstrel's 
 eye, the meaning of his words seizes him. 
 Quickly does he recognize the features of the 115 
 priest and he conceals the rushing fountain 
 of tears in the purple folds of his mantle. 
 Every one looks at the emperor and recog- 
 nizes the count, who had done it, and ever 
 after they adored the divine government. 120 
 
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 THE VICTOK'S FEAST. 
 
 Priam's fortress had fallen, Troy lay in ruins, 
 and ashes, and the Greeks, intoxicated with 
 victory, richly laden with booty, sat upon 5 
 the high ships along the coast of the Hel- 
 lespont, occupied with the joyful journey to 
 beautiful Greece. Begin the sweet songs ! 
 for to the pastoral hearth have the ships 10 
 returned and again are they journeying 
 homeward. 
 
 And in long rows, the throng of Trojan women 
 
 sat wailing, beating their breasts in grief, 15 
 pale, with disheveled hair. Into the wild 
 feast of joy they mingled the song of woe, 
 weeping for their own sorrows in the de- 20 
 struction of the realm. Far away, their 
 much loved land ! ' l Far from our sweet 
 home we follow our foreign masters. Alas ! 
 how fortunate are the dead ! " 
 
the victor's feast. 85 
 
 And now Calchas is lighting the sacrifice to the 25 
 high gods ; he calls upon Pallas, who founds 
 cities, and again destroys them, and Nep- 
 tune, who puts his belt of waves about the 30 
 lands, and Zeus, the sender of terror, who 
 swings his aegis, inspiring great fear. 
 Overcome, completed in the long, severe con- 
 test, completed in the circle of time, the great 35 
 city is conquered. 
 
 The son of Atreus, prince of the throngs, looked 
 over the number of the people who had 
 come with him into the valley of the 40 
 Scamander. And the dark cloud of care 
 surrounded the king's countenance ; but few 
 of the people whom he brought hither 
 did he bring back. Therefore let him raise 45 
 the joyful song who sees his home again, 
 and in whom life is still blooming freshly 
 onward ! for not all return again. 
 
 1 Not all those who come back again can rejoice 50 
 at the return home ; at the altars of one's 
 
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 dwelling, murder can be planned. Many a 
 one has fallen through the malice of a friend, 
 when the bloody battle missed him ! ' ' said 55 
 Ulysses, with a look of warning, inspired by 
 the spirit of Athene. Happy he for whom 
 the faith of his wife preserves the home, pure 
 and chaste ! For woman is of a false breed, 
 and the cunning one loves the new. 60 
 
 And Atrides rejoices in his newly won wife, and 
 highly elated, he embraces her beautiful, 
 charming person in his arms. Evil works 65 
 must perish, revenge follows the deed of 
 wrong ; for with justice does the council of 
 Kronos' son dwell in the celestial heights. 
 Evil must end with evil ; upon the sinning 
 race Zeus takes vengeance for the right of 70 
 hospitality, judging with impartial hand. 
 
 1 Well may it be proper for the happy one," 
 cries the brave son of Oileus, " to praise the 75 
 ruler on the lofty throne of heaven ! Without 
 
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 choice does he bestow his gifts, without pro- 
 priety his fortune ; for Patroklus lies buried, 
 but Thersites comes back ! Because fortune 80 
 out of its stores blindly scatters fate, let him 
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90 schiller's ballads. 
 
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 THE ALPINE HUNTEE. 
 
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THE ALPINE HUNTER. 91 
 
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 92 schiller's ballads. 
 
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