About: The Golden Legend by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
THE GOLDEN LEGEND
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THE
GOLDEN LEGEND
BY
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
THE GOLDEN LEGEND
PROLOGUE.
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.
_Night and storm._LUCIFER,_with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross._
_Lucifer._HASTEN! hasten!O ye spirits!From its station drag the ponderousCross of iron, that to mock usIs uplifted high in air!
_Voices._ O, we cannot!For around itAll the Saints and Guardian AngelsThrong in legions to protect it;They defeat us everywhere!
_The Bells._ Laudo Deum verum Plebem voco! Congrego clerum!
_Lucifer._ Lower! lower!Hover downward!Seize the loud, vociferous bells, andClashing, clanging, to the pavementHurl them from their windy tower!
_Voices._ All thy thundersHere are harmless!For these bells have been anointed,And baptized with holy water!They defy our utmost power.
_The Bells._ Defunctos ploro! Pestem fugo! Festa decoro!
_Lucifer._ Shake the casements!Break the paintedPanes that flame with gold and crimson!Scatter them like leaves of Autumn,Swept away before the blast!
_Voices._ O, we cannot!The ArchangelMichael flames from every window,With the sword of fire that drove usHeadlong, out of heaven, aghast!
_The Bells._ Funera plango! Fulgora frango! Sabbata pango!
_Lucifer._ Aim your lightningsAt the oaken,Massive, iron studded portals!Sack the house of God, and scatterWide the ashes of the dead!
_Voices._ O, we cannot!The ApostlesAnd the Martyrs, wrapped in mantles,Stand as wardens at the entrance,Stand as sentinels o'erhead!
_The Bells._ Excito lentos! Dissipo ventos! Paco cruentos!
_Lucifer._ Baffled! baffled!Inefficient,Craven spirits! leave this laborUnto Time, the great Destroyer!Come away, ere night is gone!
_Voices._ Onward! onward!With the night wind,Over field and farm and forest,Lonely homestead, darksome hamlet,Blighting all we breathe upon!
(_They sweep away. Organ and Gregorian Chant._)
_Choir._ Nocte surgentes Vig lemus omnes!
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I.
THE CASTLE OF VAUTSBERG ON THE RHINE.
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_A chamber in a tower._PRINCE HENRY,_sitting alone,ill and restless._
_Prince Henry._ I cannot sleep! my fervid brainCalls up the vanished Past again,And throws its misty splendors deepInto the pallid realms of sleep!A breath from that far distant shoreComes freshening ever more and more,And wafts o'er intervening seasSweet odors from the Hesperides!A wind, that through the corridorJust stirs the curtain, and no more,And, touching the aeolian strings,Faints with the burden that it brings!Come back! ye friendships long departed!That like o'erflowing streamlets started,And now are dwindled, one by one,To stony channels in the sun!Come back! ye friends, whose lives are ended!Come back, with all that light attended,Which seemed to darken and decayWhen ye arose and went away!They come, the shapes of joy and woe,The airy crowds of long ago,The dreams and fancies known of yore,That have been, and shall be no more.They change the cloisters of the nightInto a garden of delight;They make the dark and dreary hoursOpen and blossom into flowers!I would not sleep! I love to beAgain in their fair company;But ere my lips can bid them stay,They pass and vanish quite away!
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