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A Legend of Schloss Forst near Meran	A
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PROLOGUE	B
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Oswald von Wolkenstein the Last of the Minnesingers loved a beautiful	C
woman named Sabina who proved faithless to him thereby causing the	D
poet great mental suffering He avenged his wrongs by writing poems on	A
her coquetry and cruelty Years later Sabina who had never forgiven	A
him his satirical verses became the favorite of the Tyrolese prince	E
Frederick of the Empty Purse who also hated Oswald for opposing his	F
political plans Accordingly Sabina plotted with her lover to induce	G
the poet to come to her under a pretence of renewing their former love	H
To effect this she wrote him a letter expressing her undying affection	A
for him and begging him to meet her near Meran The plot was	I
successful and Oswald fell completely into their power By Frederick's	J
orders he was at once imprisoned in the dungeon of Schloss Forst and	K
subjected to tortures which crippled him for the rest of his life	L
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Oswald von Wolkenstein	A
Last of a gifted line	A
Years have gone by since we parted in hate	M
What have they taught to me	N
This that all's naught to me	N
Save what you brought to me	N
Love and love's fate	M
Can you that love forget	O
Know that I love you yet	O
If you my passion share	P
Linger no longer there	P
Fearless to do and dare	P
Come ere too late	M
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Near the old Roman Road	Q
Up which the legions strode	Q
Where the first vine covered terraces rise	R
Stands a grim fortress tall	S
Which like a mountain wall	S
Though scarred by many a ball	S
Capture defies	R
'Forst' is the name it bears	T
Brilliant the fame it wears	T
Thither our trysting place	U
Ride at your swiftest pace	U
Come to my fond embrace	U
My love your prize	R
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Who could such words suspect	V
Who could that call reject	V
Surely not Wolkenstein ardent of soul	W
Gone is the pain of years	X
Vanished his jealous fears	X
Smiles have replaced his tears	T
Lost self control	W
Slave to his passion's past	Y
Vows to the winds are cast	Y
Faithless she holds him still	Z
Absent she sways his will	Z
Traitress with subtle skill	Z
Plays she her role	W
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Where Etsch and Eisack meet	A2
Mingling their waters fleet	A2
Opens the valley that leads to Meran	A
As its red cliffs divide	B2
Castles on either side	B2
Each a strong chieftain's pride	B2
Threaten his plan	A
Yet where the shadows sleep	C2
Under each dungeon keep	C2
Up through the land of wine	A
Blest with both palm and pine	A
Oswald von Wolkenstein	A
Rides to Terlan	A
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Here falls his gallant horse	D2
Killed by his headlong course	D2
Is it a warning to halt and retreat	A2
Yet who when passion pleads	E2
Ever such warning heeds	E2
What though a dozen steeds	E2
Drop at his feet	A2
Hence while the peasants stare	P
Buys he their swiftest mare	P
And as the pavement rings	F2
With the bright gold he flings	F2
He to the saddle springs	F2
Never so fleet	A2
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Now lover pause for breath	G2
Folly may here mean death	G2
Yon gleam the lights of the capital's towers	H2
Here let thy pace be slow	I2
Frederick thy crafty foe	I2
Plots there to lay thee low	I2
Fearing thy powers	H2
He of the empty purse	J2
Stung by thy biting verse	J2
Using a woman's hate	M
Offers a tempting bait	M
Both thy approach await	M
Counting the hours	H2
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Dark is the starless night	K2
Only one feeble light	K2
Burns at the grating surmounting the door	L2
Has his advance been heard	M2
Was that a whispered word	M2
What in that shadow stirred	M2
Shall he explore	L2
Fie when a prize so fair	P
Doubtless awaits him there	P
Shall he now hesitate	M
Here at Forst's very gate	M
Fearing to test his fate	M
No nevermore	L2
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Hark 'tis a gruff command	N2
Loosing an ambushed band	N2
Seizing they drag him disarmed to the court	O2
Brightly the torches flare	P
Flinging a ruddy glare	P
On a proud mocking pair	P
Watching the sport	O2
God can this thing be true	P2
She with this hostile crew	P2
Faithless and shameless one	A
Thou hast my life undone	A
Poet thy race is run	A
Is her retort	O2
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Barred is the iron door	L2
On the damp dungeon floor	L2
Oswald the Troubadour gifted and strong	Q2
Lies in a loathsome cave	R2
Dark as a living grave	R2
No one to care or save	R2
Silenced his song	Q2
And while they leave him there	P
Crushed by profound despair	P
Princelet and paramour	P
Knowing their prey secure	P
Feeling their vengeance sure	P
Laugh loud and long	Q2
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Who can in words relate	M
Oswald's unhappy fate	M
Left to these monsters whose hate was ablaze	S2
Both on revenge were bent	T2
He for a menace sent	T2
She for the merriment	T2
Caused by his lays	S2
Dungeon and torture rack	U2
These shall now pay thee back	U2
Minstrel and poet rare	P
Rave in thy mad despair	P
And in that fetid lair	P
Finish thy days	S2
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Vainly he pleads with her	P
No prayer succeeds with her	P
Useless the joys of their past to rehearse	J2
For to increase his woe	I2
Frederick his jealous foe	I2
Shares in this cruel show	I2
Fit for God's curse	J2
Shameless and treacherous	V2
Heartless and lecherous	V2
Sabine with fiendish glee	N
Deaf to his every plea	N
Watches his agony	N
Quoting his verse	J2
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Broken at last his chain	A
Ended the poet's pain	A
Freed by a ransom his relatives' dole	W
Humbled by grief and shame	W2
Injured in name and fame	W2
Drags he his crippled frame	W2
Back through Tyrol	W
Then in a plaintive song	Q2
Chanting his grievous wrong	Q2
Oswald von Wolkenstein	A
Last of his gifted line	A
Dies in Schloss Hauenstein	A
God rest his soul	W

John L. Stoddard

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