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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brown Dwarf of Rügen (From Narrative and Legendary Poems )</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE pleasant isle of Rügen looks the Baltic water o'er,<br>To the silver-sanded beaches of the Pomeranian shore;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the town of Rambin a little boy and maid<br>Plucked the meadow-flowers together and in the sea-surf played.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alike were they in beauty if not in their degree:<br>He was the Amptman's first-born, the miller's child was she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now of old the isle of Rügen was full of Dwarfs and Trolls,<br>The brown-faced little Earth-men, the people without souls;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And for every man and woman in Rügen's island found<br>Walking in air and sunshine, a Troll was underground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It chanced the little maiden, one morning, strolled away<br>Among the haunted Nine Hills, where the elves and goblins play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day, in barley fields below, the harvesters had known<br>Of evil voices in the air, and heard the small horns blown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She came not back; the search for her in field and wood was vain:<br>They cried her east, they cried her west, but she came not again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;She's down among the Brown Dwarfs,&quot; said the dream-wives wise and old,<br>And prayers were made, and masses said, and Rambin's church bell tolled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five years her father mourned her; and then John Deitrich said:<br>&quot;I will find my little playmate, be she alive or dead.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He watched among the Nine Hills, he heard the Brown Dwarfs sing,<br>And saw them dance by moonlight merrily in a ring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when their gay-robed leader tossed up his cap of red,<br>Young Deitrich caught it as it fell, and thrust it on his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Troll came crouching at his feet and wept for lack of it.<br>&quot;Oh, give me back my magic cap, for your great head unfit!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Nay,&quot; Deitrich said; &quot;the Dwarf who throws his charmëd cap away,<br>Must serve its finder at his will, and for his folly pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You stole my pretty Lisbeth, and hid her in the earth;<br>And you shall ope the door of glass and let me lead her forth.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;She will not come; she's one of us; she's mine!&quot; the Brown Dwarf said;<br>&quot;The day is set, the cake is baked, to-morrow we shall wed.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The fell fiend fetch thee!&quot; Deitrich cried, &quot;and keep thy foul tongue still.<br>Quick! open, to thy evil world, the glass door of the hill!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Dwarf obeyed; and youth and Troll down the long stairway passed,<br>And saw in dim and sunless light a country strange and vast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weird, rich, and wonderful, he saw the elfin under-land, --<br>Its palaces of precious stones, its streets of golden sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came unto a banquet-hall with tables richly spread,<br>Where a young maiden served to him the red wine and the bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How fair she seemed among the Trolls so ugly and so wild!<br>Yet pale and very sorrowful, like one who never smiled!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her low, sweet voice, her gold-brown hair, her tender blue eyes seemed<br>Like something he had seen elsewhere or something he had dreamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked; he clasped her in his arms; he knew the long-lost one;<br>&quot;O Lisbeth! See thy playmate -- I am the Amptman's son!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leaned her fair head on his breast, and through her sobs she spoke:<br>&quot;Oh, take me from this evil place, and from the elfin folk!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And let me tread the grass-green fields and smell the flowers again,<br>And feel the soft wind on my cheek and hear the dropping rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And oh, to hear the singing bird, the rustling of the tree,<br>The lowing cows, the bleat of sheep, the voices of the sea;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And oh, upon my father's knee to set beside the door,<br>And hear the bell of vespers ring in Rambin church once more!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He kissed her cheek, he kissed her lips; the Brown Dwarf groaned to see,<br>And tore his tangled hair and ground his long teeth angrily.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Deitrich said: &quot;For five long years this tender Christian maid<br>Has served you in your evil world, and well must she be paid!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Haste! -- hither bring me precious gems, the richest in your store;<br>Then when we pass the gate of glass, you'll take your cap once more.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No choice was left the baffled Troll, and, murmuring, he obeyed,<br>And filled the pockets of the youth and apron of the maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They left the dreadful under-land and passed the gate of glass;<br>They felt the sunshine's warm caress, they trod the soft, green grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when, beneath, they saw the Dwarf stretch up to them his brown<br>And crooked claw-like fingers, they tossed his red cap down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, never shone so bright a sun, was never sky so blue,<br>As hand in hand they homeward walked the pleasant meadows through!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And never sang the birds so sweet in Rambin's woods before,<br>And never washed the waves so soft along the Baltic shore;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when beneath his door-yard trees the father met his child,<br>The bells rung out their merriest peal, the folks with joy ran wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soon from Rambin's holy church the twain came forth as one,<br>The Amptman kissed a daughter, the miller blest a son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John Deitrich's fame went far and wide, and nurse and maid crooned o'er<br>Their cradle song: &quot;Sleep on, sleep well, the Trolls shall come no more!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for in the haunted Nine Hills he set a cross of stone;<br>And Elf and Brown Dwarf sought in vain a door where door was none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tower he built in Rambin, fair Rügen's pride and boast,<br>Looked o'er the Baltic water to the Pomeranian coast;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, for his worth ennobled, and rich beyond compare,<br>Count Deitrich and his lovely bride dwelt long and happy there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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And in the town of Rambin a little boy and maid
Plucked the meadow-flowers together and in the sea-surf played.

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