Ludwig Uhland, Once a Week (1860)
“ Once came there to his castle a noble minstrel pair, The locks of one were golden—silver the other’s hair; With harp the old man journey’d, a stately horse astride, His blooming comrade gaily walk’d by the horse’s side. The old bespoke the younger: “Prepare, my son, make choice Of all our songs the deepest—attune thy fullest voice— Exert thy utmost power—of joy and sorrow sing: Our aim must be to waken the hard heart of the king.” ”
Ludwig Uhland, Once a Week (1860)
“ Within the Hall of Columns now the two minstrels stand, Upon his throne the monarch, his queen at his right hand; The king all dread and stately—a blood red Northern Light, The queen all sweet and gentle—a full moon shining bright. ”
“ Jener wirkte still hienieden, Und so ist er auch geschieden, Dieser, brausend vor uns allen, Ist in Kampf und Sturm gefallen. So, wenn ich vergangner Tage, Glücklicher, zu denken wage, Muß ich stets Genossen missen, Teure, die der Tod entrissen. Doch was alle Freundschaft bindet, Ist, wenn Geist zu Geist sich findet; Geistig waren jene Stunden, Geistern bin ich noch verbunden. ”
