Part 15 (1/2)

He harnessed himself by the clear moons.h.i.+ne, And he mounted his horse at the door; And he drained such a cup of the red Ahr-wine, As man never drained before.

He spurred the old horse, and he held him tight, And he leapt him out over the wall; Out over the cliff, out into the night, Three hundred feet of fall.

They found him next morning below in the glen, With never a bone in him whole-- A ma.s.s or a prayer, now, good gentlemen, For such a bold rider's soul.

Eversley, 1864.

THE SONG OF THE LITTLE BALTUNG. A.D. 395

A harper came over the Danube so wide, And he came into Alaric's hall, And he sang the song of the little Baltung To him and his heroes all.

How the old old Balt and the young young Balt Rode out of Caucaland, With the royal elephant's trunk on helm And the royal lance in hand.

Thuringer heroes, counts and knights, p.r.i.c.ked proud in their meinie; For they were away to the great Kaiser, In Byzant beside the sea.

And when they came to the Danube so wide They shouted from off the sh.o.r.e, 'Come over, come over, ye Roman slaves, And ferry your masters o'er.'

And when they came to Adrian's burgh, With its towers so smooth and high, 'Come out, come out, ye Roman knaves, And see your lords ride by.'

But when they came lo the long long walls That stretch from sea to sea, That old old Balt let down his chin, And a thoughtful man grew he.

'Oh oft have I scoffed at brave Fridigern, But never will I scoff more, If these be the walls which kept him out From the Micklegard there on the sh.o.r.e.'

Then out there came the great Kaiser, With twice ten thousand men; But never a Thuring was coward enough To wish himself home again.

'Bow down, thou rebel, old Athanarich, And beg thy life this day; The Kaiser is lord of all the world, And who dare say him nay?'

'I never came out of Caucaland To beg for less nor more; But to see the pride of the great Kaiser, In his Micklegard here by the sh.o.r.e.

'I never came out of Caucaland To bow to mortal wight, But to shake the hand of the great Kaiser, And G.o.d defend my right.'

He shook his hand, that cunning Kaiser, And he kissed him courteouslie, And he has ridden with Athanarich That wonder-town to see.

He showed him his walls of marble white-- A mile o'erhead they shone; Quoth the Balt, 'Who would leap into that garden, King Siegfried's boots must own.'

He showed him his engines of arsmetrick And his wells of quenchless flame, And his flying rocks, that guarded his walls From all that against him came.

He showed him his temples and pillared halls, And his streets of houses high; And his watch-towers tall, where his star-gazers Sit reading the signs of the sky.

He showed him his s.h.i.+ps with their hundred oars, And their sides like a castle wall, That fetch home the plunder of all the world, At the Kaiser's beck and call.

He showed him all nations of every tongue That are bred beneath the sun, How they flowed together in Micklegard street As the brooks flow all into one.

He showed him the shops of the china ware, And of silk and sendal also, And he showed him the baths and the waterpipes On arches aloft that go.

He showed him ostrich and unicorn, Ape, lion, and tiger keen; And elephants wise roared 'Hail Kaiser!'

As though they had Christians been.

He showed him the h.o.a.rds of the dragons and trolls, Rare jewels and heaps of gold-- 'Hast thou seen, in all thy hundred years, Such as these, thou king so old?'