Yet now to who have listened a comfort I will show: Remember this, O knightly lords, 'tis yours to do and seal; A crown which poorest soldier can win with axe or spear. I evermore should sing, All's well! and nevermore, Ah me! Translation of A. E. Kroeger. SONG OF WOLFRAM VON ESCHENBACH I the lofty spirit melt WOULD Of that proud dame who dwells so high, Kind Heaven must aid me, or unfelt Joy in my soul no place can find: To thunderbolts, as hope her mind Those cheeks are beautiful, are bright As the red rose with dewdrops graced; Of those dear eyes, that, on me placed, My soul with love's consuming fires, But joy upon her beauteous form Attends, her hues so bright to shed She is to me all light and joy; I faint, I die, before her frown: While many mourn the vanished light Of summer, and the sweet sun's face, No anguish from the soul can chase Nor song of birds, nor ladies' bloom, Of all thy power, thy love, make trial; Joy that expires at thy denial: Alone for thee I ceaseless pine. Translation of Edgar Taylor. BLANCHEFLEUR AT THE TOURNAMENT From Tristan and Isolde of Gottfried von Strassburg A T TINTAJOEL 'twas, on the plain Ever beheld by eyes of men In the first freshness of that clime. The gentle, gracious summer-time With sweet care been poured on the land. That to ears should ever give delight, Of grass, flowers, leaves, and blossoms high, 15592 O'er all the guests did lightly sweep. May's friend, the fresh green meadow, Each guest its glow detected The sweet tree blossom looked at you With a smile so sweet and true, That all your heart and all your mind Again to the laughing bloom inclined; Its loving laugh returning. The gentle bird-ditty, So lovely, so pretty, That stirs every feeling, O'er ears and minds stealing, Rang from each bush of the summer vale. The blessed nightingale, The dearest, sweetest bird on tree, That ever blessed ought to be, It sang in the coolness, With such heartfulness, That to every noble heart The sound did joy and glow impart. And now the whole company, Full of mirth and in high glee, Had settled down upon the lawn. There did every one As his notion or pleasure bent, And put up or arranged his tent. The wealthy were quartered wealthily, Some under silk did rest, Others on the heath gay-drest; To many the linden gave shadow, Others housed on the meadow, Under leaf-green twigs demurely. Nor guests nor servants, surely, Rarely were pleasanter Quartered than they were quartered here. Plenty was gathered of the best, Which needful is for mirthful feast, In way of clothing and eating; To behold had longed, he then One saw there what one liked to see: These watched the peddling showmen; Those looked at the dancing, These at the jousting and lancing. All that ever heart longed for Was found there in sufficient store; Of joy-ripe years, pleasant Effort made each to exceed At every feast in mirthful deed; And King Mark the good, The courteous and high of mood, Not only on this festivity Had spent his wealth lavishly, But here did he show men A wonder of all women, His sister Blanchefleur, A maid more beautiful than e'er A woman upon earth was seen. The blessed eye-pleasure O'er that wide inclosure Gladdened all of young, fresh blood, Of whom each by her beauty Whoe'er had seen them surely would Have drawn from such sight fresh bold mood. Many hearts grew rich with joy. Now began the great tourney Of the servants and of the guests. Up and down the track now paced. Noble Mark ahead e'er raced With his fellow Riwalin, Whose knights following close and keen Did nobly endeavor In their master's glory, For future song and story. Many a horse, in overdress Of cloth or half silk, in the race Was seen on the meadow clover; Many a snow-white cover There shone, or red, brown, green, or blue; Others again, for show, wore too Robes with noble silk worked nice, Or scalloped in many a quaint device, Or with trimmings shaded. Knights of handsome form and fair, For many people in the crowd Were crowned with wreaths of flowers wrought, Which, as his offering, Spring had brought. In such glorious, blessed May, Began the blessed tourney. Oft intermixed, the double troop Rode up this grade, rode down that slope. This carried they on so long that day, With pretty women at her side, To watch the show and the gallant ride; |