The whole iniquitous troop of beasts, Ye nuns, ye singing birds of the air! Der du von dem Himmel bist, Ach, ich bin des Treibens müde! Süßer Friede, Komm, ach komm in meine Brust! II Über allen Gipfeln Ist Ruh, In allen Wipfeln Spürest du Kaum einen Hauch; Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur, Ruhest du auch. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. To lure down others from their nests; THOU that from the heavens art, Come, ah, come into my breast! II O'er all the hill-tops Is quiet now, In all the tree-tops Hearest thou Hardly a breath; The birds are asleep in the trees: Wait; soon like these Thou too shalt rest. Tr. by H. W. Longfellow. The Pied Piper of Hamelin (Hameln) HAMELIN AMELIN Town's in Brunswick, The river Weser, deep and wide, To see the townsfolk suffer so Rats! They fought the dogs, and killed the cats, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ""Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy; And as for our Corporation, To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin! You hope, because you're old and obese, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!" An hour they sat in counsel. At length the Mayor broke silence: It's easy to bid one rack one's brain, Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap? "Bless us," cried the Mayor, "what's that?" (With the Corporation as he sat, Looking little, though wondrous fat; Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister Than a too-long-opened oyster, Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous For a plate of turtle green and glutinous.) "Only a scraping of shoes on the mat? Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!" "Come in!" the Mayor cried, looking bigger: His queer long coat from heel to head Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire, Starting up at the Trump of Doom's tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!" He advanced to the council-table: And, "Please your honors," said he, "I'm able By means of a secret charm, to draw On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad and newt and viper; A scarf of red and yellow stripe, To match with his coat of the selfsame check; |