"Cont. Heidelberg" [essay, part 2]
Cont. Heidelberg
The castle of Heidelberg is exceeding desolate. Armies
have razed its foundations, the thunder hath riven its
towers and there is no sound in its courts, and the
wind is still in the open galleries. 1 The grass is very green
on the floor of the hall of the banquet, and the wild
birds build their nests in the watchtowers, and they
dwell in the dwellings of man, for they are forsaken
and left and there is no voice there — there is no
complaining in the dungeon, and where is the voice of
gladness in the hall. It is a ruin, a ruin, a
desolate ruin, the husbandman sees it on the height of
the hill, as he looks up from the green valley and remem
bers the power of his ancient princes, and knows not
if he should grieve that there power is past away.
I know not how it is, but all nations in all ages
seem to have respected the juice of the fruit of the vine
have razed its foundations, the thunder hath riven its
towers and there is no sound in its courts, and the
wind is still in the open galleries. 1 The grass is very green
on the floor of the hall of the banquet, and the wild
birds build their nests in the watchtowers, and they
dwell in the dwellings of man, for they are forsaken
and left and there is no voice there — there is no
complaining in the dungeon, and where is the voice of
gladness in the hall. It is a ruin, a ruin, a
desolate ruin, the husbandman sees it on the height of
the hill, as he looks up from the green valley and remem
bers the power of his ancient princes, and knows not
if he should grieve that there power is past away.
I know not how it is, but all nations in all ages
seem to have respected the juice of the fruit of the vine