“She’d this e’en not have taken a bushel of gold, Now no penny for me shall she ever behold.” So fast to the door went Sir Verner the knight, He forgot to bid Damsel or Lady good-night. THE HEDDEBY SPECTRE {22} At evening fall I chanced to ride, My courser to a tree I tied. _So wide thereof the story goes_. Against a stump my head I laid, And then to slumber I essay’d. _So wide thereof the story goes_. As soon as sleep had closed my eye, The murdered man to me drew nigh. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “And if thy race to mine belongs, I call thee to avenge my wrongs. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “And them to Heddeby shalt ride, For there my kith and kin reside. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “My father dwells there, and my mother, There dwell my sister and my brother. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “There Kirsten dwells, my lovely wife, And it was she who took my life. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “Her sleeping husband stifled she, With aid of cursed beldames three. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “Then in a truss of hay concealed, They brought me forth to this wide field. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “The page I loved the best of all, Now rides upon my courser tall. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “Eats daily with my silver knife, And sleeps with Kirsten fair, my wife. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “He sitteth highest at the board, My children tremble at his word. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “To them he gives so little bread, And mocks them now that I am dead. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “He rides about the forest grounds, And hunts the red deer with my hounds. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “Each time the caitiff slays a deer, He wakes me in my grave so drear. _So wide thereof the story goes_. “But if I to him once repair, With him ’twill sorely, sorely fare.” _So wide thereof the story goes_. FROM GOUDELI Yestere’en when the bat, and the owl, and his mate, Were holding discourse their small matters about; And the sun, that the wee little stars might shine out, Had extinguished the lamp of his lustre so great. A shepherd exclaimed: “O ’twas folly that I My love should bestow upon one never kind, Upon Siris the lovely, whose cold, cruel mind, Would suffer unmoved a true lover to die. “Often times, when our flocks on the common did browse, I’d approach her to pour in her ear my fond vows, But unto her companions to haste she was sure. O, light of my eyes! wouldst thou render me blest, And wouldst grant me two kisses on thy snowy breast, I swear that each one should an hour endure!” PEASANT SONGS OF SPAIN 1. When Jesu our Redeemer To him the twelve did call, By threes and fours he called them, Till they were mustered all. And when they all were mustered, ’Twas thus to them he spake: “O which of ye, my children, Will perish for my sake?”