Wilhelm Müller

“ By thy sword alone we knew thee, knew thee by thy wounds alone;
By the wounds thy hand had cloven, by the wounds that seam’d thy breast,
Lying, as thou hadst foretold us, in the Pasha’s tent at rest!
Open wide, proud Missolonghi, open wide thy portals high,
Where repose the bones of heroes, teach us cheerfully to die!
Open wide thy vaults! Within their holy bounds a couch we’d make,
Where our hero, laid with heroes, may his long last slumber take! ”

“ Mark Bozzari’s noble body is the freight to thee we bear,
Mark Bozzari’s! Who for hero great as he to weep will dare?
Tell his wounds, his victories over! Which in number greatest be?
Every victory has its wound, and every wound its victory! ”

“ Such the goodly morning-greeting that we gave the sleepers there.
And they stagger’d from their slumber, and they ran from street to street,
Ran like sheep without a shepherd, striking wild at all they meet ”