Though the barred windows, barred against the wolf, At their long board. The fare indeed was such But might have pleased a nicer taste than mine, And sheds a grace on all. Theirs Time as yet The Covered Bridge at Lucerne (Lucerne) Go PRINCE HENRY OD'S blessing on the architects who build No less than on the builders of cathedrals, That leads from earth to heaven. ELSIE How dark it grows! What are these paintings on the walls about us? PRINCE HENRY The Dance Macaber! ELSIE What? PRINCE HENRY The Dance of Death! All that go to and fro must look upon it, Mindful of what they shall be, while beneath, Among the wooden piles, the turbulent river With dimpling eddies, ever green and bright, O, yes! I see it now! ELSIE PRINCE HENRY The grim musician Leads all men through the mazes of that dance, ELSIE What is this picture? PRINCE HENRY It is a young man singing to a nun, Who kneels at her devotions, but in kneeling Turns round to look at him; and Death, meanwhile, Is putting out the candles on the altar! ELSIE Ah, what a pity 'tis that she should listen Unto such songs, when in her orisons She might have heard in heaven the angels singing! PRINCE HENRY Here he has stolen a jester's cap and bells, ELSIE A foolish jest! PRINCE HENRY And here the heart of the new-wedded wife, ELSIE Ah, that is sad! And yet perhaps 'tis best Before this affluence of golden light Shall fade into a cold and clouded gray, PRINCE HENRY Under it is written, "Nothing but death shall separate thee and me!” ELSIE And what is this, that follows close upon it? PRINCE HENRY Death, playing on a dulcimer. Behind him, Follows the sound, and seems to wish her feet ELSIE Better is Death than Life! Ah, yes! to thousands Death plays upon a dulcimer, and sings That song of consolation, till the air Rings with it, and they cannot choose but follow PRINCE HENRY Yes, in their sadder moments, 'tis the sound With music sweet and low and melancholy. ELSIE Why is it hateful to you? |