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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Song from ‘Minstrel Love’
By Friedrich, Baron de La Motte-Fouqué (1777–1843)
 
OH welcome, Sir Bolt, to me!
And a welcome, Sir Arrow, to thee!
    But wherefore such pride
    In your swift airy ride?
You’re but splints of the ashen tree.        5
    When once on earth lying,
    There’s an end of your flying!
      Lullaby! lullaby! lullaby!
    But we freshly will wing you
    And back again swing you,        10
    And teach you to wend
    To your Moorish friend.
 
Sir Bolt, you have oft been here;
And Sir Arrow, you’ve often flown near;
    But still from pure haste        15
    All your courage would waste
On the earth and the streamlet clear.
    What! over all leaping,
    In shame are you sleeping?
      Lullaby! lullaby! lullaby!        20
    Or if you smote one,
    ’Twas but darklingly done,
    As the grain that winds fling
    To the bird on the wing.
 
 
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