UHLAND'S "THREE CAVALIERS." THERE were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine, And gayly they called to the hostess for wine. "And where is thy daughter? We would she were here, Go fetch us that maiden to gladden our cheer!" "I'll fetch thee thy goblets full foaming," she said, "But in yon darkened chamber the maiden lies dead." And lo! as they stood in the doorway, the white Of a shroud and a dead shrunken face met their sight. Then the first cavalier breathed a pitiful sigh, And the throb of his heart seemed to melt in his eye, And he cried, "Hadst thou lived, O my pretty white rose, I ween I had loved thee and wed thee - who knows?" The next cavalier drew aside a small space, tears: "I loved her, I loved her these many long years!" But the third cavalier kneeled him down in that place, And, as it were holy, he kissed that dead face: "I loved thee long years, and I love thee to-day, And I'll love thee, dear maiden, forever and aye!" A CHAUCERIAN PARAPHRASE OF HORACE. YN that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, SYN Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-hiding Whenas come lovers with theyre pityse chiding; sickerly. NORSE LULLABY. THE sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is the song the storm-king sings, On yonder mountain-side a vine What shall you fear when I am here? |