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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of The Little Baltung: A.D. 395</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A harper came over the Danube so wide,<br>And he came into Alaric's hall,<br>And he sang the song of the little Baltung<br>To him and his heroes all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the old old Balt and the young young Balt<br>Rode out of Caucaland,<br>With the royal elephant's trunk on helm<br>And the royal lance in hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thuringer heroes, counts and knights,<br>Pricked proud in their meinie;<br>For they were away to the great Kaiser,<br>In Byzant beside the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when they came to the Danube so wide<br>They shouted from off the shore,<br>'Come over, come over, ye Roman slaves,<br>And ferry your masters o'er.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when they came to Adrian's burgh,<br>With its towers so smooth and high,<br>'Come out, come out, ye Roman knaves,<br>And see your lords ride by.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when they came lo the long long walls<br>That stretch from sea to sea,<br>That old old Balt let down his chin,<br>And a thoughtful man grew he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh oft have I scoffed at brave Fridigern,<br>But never will I scoff more,<br>If these be the walls which kept him out<br>From the Micklegard there on the shore.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out there came the great Kaiser,<br>With twice ten thousand men;<br>But never a Thuring was coward enough<br>To wish himself home again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bow down, thou rebel, old Athanarich,<br>And beg thy life this day;<br>The Kaiser is lord of all the world,<br>And who dare say him nay?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I never came out of Caucaland<br>To beg for less nor more;<br>But to see the pride of the great Kaiser,<br>In his Micklegard here by the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I never came out of Caucaland<br>To bow to mortal wight,<br>But to shake the hand of the great Kaiser,<br>And God defend my right.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shook his hand, that cunning Kaiser,<br>And he kissed him courteouslie,<br>And he has ridden with Athanarich<br>That wonder-town to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed him his walls of marble white-<br>A mile o'erhead they shone;<br>Quoth the Balt, 'Who would leap into that garden,<br>King Siegfried's boots must own.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed him his engines of arsmetrick<br>And his wells of quenchless flame,<br>And his flying rocks, that guarded his walls<br>From all that against him came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed him his temples and pillared halls,<br>And his streets of houses high;<br>And his watch-towers tall, where his star-gazers<br>Sit reading the signs of the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed him his ships with their hundred oars,<br>And their sides like a castle wall,<br>That fetch home the plunder of all the world,<br>At the Kaiser's beck and call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed him all nations of every tongue<br>That are bred beneath the sun,<br>How they flowed together in Micklegard street<br>As the brooks flow all into one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed him the shops of the china ware,<br>And of silk and sendal also,<br>And he showed him the baths and the waterpipes<br>On arches aloft that go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed him ostrich and unicorn,<br>Ape, lion, and tiger keen;<br>And elephants wise roared 'Hail Kaiser!'<br>As though they had Christians been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed him the hoards of the dragons and trolls,<br>Rare jewels and heaps of gold-<br>'Hast thou seen, in all thy hundred years,<br>Such as these, thou king so old?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that cunning Kaiser was a scholar wise,<br>And could of gramarye,<br>And he cast a spell on that old old Balt,<br>Till lowly and meek spake he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh oft have I heard of the Micklegard,<br>What I held for chapmen's lies;<br>But now do I know of the Micklegard,<br>By the sight of mine own eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Woden in Valhalla,<br>But thou on earth art God;<br>And he that dare withstand thee, Kaiser,<br>On his own head lies his blood.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out and spake that little Baltung,<br>Rode at the king's right knee,<br>Quoth 'Fridigern slew false Kaiser Valens,<br>And he died like you or me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And who art thou, thou pretty bold boy,<br>Rides at the king's right knee?'<br>'Oh I am the Baltung, boy Alaric,<br>And as good a man as thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As good as me, thou pretty bold boy,<br>With down upon thy chin?'<br>'Oh a spae-wife laid a doom on me,<br>The best of thy realm to win.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If thou be so fierce, thou little wolf cub<br>Or ever thy teeth be grown;<br>Then I must guard my two young sons<br>Lest they should lose their own.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, it's I will guard your two lither lads,<br>In their burgh beside the sea,<br>And it's I will prove true man to them<br>If they will prove true to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But it's you must warn your two lither lads,<br>And warn them bitterly,<br>That if I shall find them two false Kaisers,<br>High hanged they both shall be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they are gone into the Kaiser's palace<br>To eat the peacock fine,<br>And they are gone into the Kaiser's palace<br>To drink the good Greek wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Kaiser alone, and the old old Balt,<br>They sat at the cedar board;<br>And round them served on the bended knee<br>Full many a Roman lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What ails thee, what ails thee, friend Athanarich?<br>What makes thee look so pale?'<br>'I fear I am poisoned, thou cunning Kaiser,<br>For I feel my heart-strings fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh would I had kept that great great oath<br>I swore by the horse's head,<br>I would never set foot on Roman ground<br>Till the day that I lay dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh would I were home in Caucaland,<br>To hear my harpers play,<br>And to drink my last of the nut-brown ale,<br>While I gave the gold rings away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh would I were home in Caucaland,<br>To hear the Gothmen's horn,<br>And watch the waggons, and brown brood mares<br>And the tents where I was born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But now I must die between four stone walls<br>In Byzant beside the sea:<br>And as thou shalt deal with my little Baltung,<br>So God shall deal with thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Kaiser he purged himself with oaths,<br>And he buried him royally,<br>And he set on his barrow an idol of gold,<br>Where all Romans must bow the knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the Goths are the Kaiser's men,<br>And guard him with lance and sword,<br>And the little Baltung is his sworn son-at-arms,<br>And eats at the Kaiser's board,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Kaiser's two sons are two false white lads<br>That a clerk may beat with cane.<br>The clerk that should beat that little Baltung<br>Would never sing mass again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh the gates of Rome they are steel without,<br>And beaten gold within:<br>But they shall fly wide to the little Baltung<br>With the down upon his chin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh the fairest flower in the Kaiser's garden<br>Is Rome and Italian land:<br>But it all shall fall to the little Baltung<br>When he shall take lance in hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he is parting the plunder of Rome,<br>He shall pay for this song of mine,<br>Neither maiden nor land, neither jewel nor gold,<br>But one cup of Italian wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Eversley, 1864.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</a><div class=q>
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