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The Alps of the Tyrol are dark with pines	A
Where foaming under the mountain spines	A
The Inn's long water sounds and shines	A
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Beyond are peaks where the morning weaves	B
An icy rose and the evening leaves	B
The glittering gold of a thousand sheaves	B
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Deep vines and torrents and glimmering haze	C
And sheep bells tinkling on mountain ways	C
And fluting shepherds make sweet the days	C
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The rolling mist like a wandering fleece	D
The great round moon in a mountain crease	D
And a song of love make the nights all peace	D
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Beneath the blue Tyrolean skies	E
On the banks of the Inn that foams and flies	E
The storied city of Innsbruck lies	E
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With its mediaeval streets that crook	F
And its gabled houses it has the look	F
Of a belfried town in a fairy book	F
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So wild the Tyrol that oft 'tis said	G
When the storm is out and the town in bed	G
The howling of wolves sweeps overhead	G
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And oft the burgher sitting here	H
In his walled rose garden hears the clear	I
Shrill scream of the eagle circling near	I
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And this is the tale that the burghers tell	J
The Abbot of Wiltau stood at his cell	J
Where the Solstein lifts its pinnacle	K
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A mighty summit of bluffs and crags	E
That frowns on the Inn where the forest stags	E
Have worn a path to the water flags	E
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The Abbot of Wiltau stood below	L
And he was aware of a plume and bow	M
On the precipice there in the morning's glow	L
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A chamois he saw from span to span	N
Had leapt and after it leapt a man	N
And he knew 't was the Kaiser Maxmilian	N
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But see though rash as the chamois he	O
His foot less sure And verily	L
If the King should miss 'Jesu Marie	O
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'The King hath missed ' And look he falls	E
Rolls headlong out to the headlong walls	E
What saint shall save him on whom he calls	E
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What saint shall save him who struggles there	P
On the narrow ledge by the eagle's lair	P
With hooked hands clinging 'twixt earth and air	P
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The Abbot he crosses himself in dread	G
'Let prayers go up for the nearly dead	G
And the passing bell be tolled ' he said	G
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'For the House of Hapsburg totters see	O
How raveled the thread of its destiny	O
Sheer hung between cloud and rock ' quoth he	O
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But hark where the steeps of the peak reply	L
Is it an eagle's echoing cry	L
And the flitting shadow its plumes on high	L
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No voice of the eagle is that which rings	E
And the shadow a wiry man who swings	E
Down down where the desperate Kaiser clings	E
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The crampons bound to his feet he leaps	E
Like a chamois now and again he creeps	E
Or twists like a snake o'er the fearful deeps	E
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'By his cross bow baldrick and cap's black curl '	-
Quoth the Abbot below 'I know the churl	L
'T is the hunted outlaw Zyps of Zirl	L
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'Upon whose head or dead or alive	Q
The Kaiser hath posted a price Saints shrive	Q
The King ' quoth Wiltau 'Who may contrive	Q
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'To save him now that his foe is there '	-
But listen again through the breathless air	P
What words are those that the echoes bear	P
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'Courage my King To the rescue ho '	-
The wild voice rings like a twanging bow	M
And the staring Abbot stands mute below	L
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And lo the hand of the outlaw grasps	E
The arm of the King and death unclasps	E
Its fleshless fingers from him who gasps	E
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And how he guides where the clean cliffs wedge	R
Them flat to their faces by chasm and ledge	R
He helps the King from the merciless edge	R
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Then up and up past bluffs that shun	N
The rashest chamois where eagles sun	N
Fierce wings and brood where the mists are spun	N
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And safe at last stand Kaiser and churl	L
On the mountain path where the mosses curl	L
And this the revenge of Zyps of Zirl	L

Madison Julius Cawein

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