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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.

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,

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

All your courage would waste

On the earth and the streamlet clear.

What! over all leaping,

In shame are you sleeping?

Lullaby! lullaby! lullaby!

Or if you smote one,

’Twas but darklingly done,

As the grain that winds fling

To the bird on the wing.