IN Canossa's castle courtyard Stands the German Caesar Henry, Barefoot, clad in penitential Shirt -- the night is cold and rainy. From the window high above him Peep two figures, and the moonlight Gregory's bald head illumines And the bosom of Mathilda. Henry, with his lips all pallid, Murmurs pious paternosters; Yet in his imperial heart he Secretly revolts and speaks thus: "In my distant German country "Upward rise the sturdy mountains; "In the mountain-pits in silence "Grows the iron for the war-axe. "In my distant German country "Upward rise the fine oak-forests; "In the loftiest oak-stem 'mongst them "Grows the handle for the war-axe. "Thou, my dear and faithful country, "Wilt beget the hero also "Who in time will crush the serpent "Of my sorrows with his war-axe." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN MALINDY SINGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN SABBATH HYMN by SOLOMON BEN MOSES HA-LEVI ALKABEZ PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |