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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 76
iC. IH.l tue ILMrLAIt* IN CïNlUs. 73
That I spoke scornfully !—Tis true wo pine Together on ono chain. -Sing mo, good brother, Tho song about the priest felled by tho knight, Which at nightfall tho pilgrim* *aug to un At Acre. I cannot recall it quite, The end rupecially—
Norro. Neither can I.
PltlOB.
It sounds like fifes of Hell—tho reason I So long to hear it ! —
Norro. Always tho saino song ! Still, if it gives you pleasure I will sing it.
[Seise* the guitar, play* anil ring*, ttateil, during tchieh the PlilOK, tcho itand* before him, listen* icith every tign of i.irl rage.
Knight Williba! I rule, at all i|ccl from tbo fight,
About the uiidni.-ht | The smart of his wounds Is unceasing, and ho l'ut» spurs to his s (red through tho forest free.
He speeds through the moon-ray bright,
Ami thinks of his wounds all night, Nought heeding the little stars' radiant light.
He came to the crossroad where midmost the wood
A crucifix stood, And there stood a nebulous priest by the war, And " Greeting in God's name, Sir Knight! h did he say.
•' Slay, Sir WiUibald," said, where he stood ;
" Thou'sl o'er ridden thyself, 'lis not good! " " Would st thou stay me, palo speclre in hood ? •
" And If I do stay thee, thy safeguard am I,"
Was the priest's reply. " Wounded thou wrrt 'ncath the sun-ray bright, Healing thou'It find 'neat h the cool moonlight,"
Was the shimmering priest's reply.
" Hide not so i|iuekly by ; Thy ulies and thy \ .uns for a respite cry."
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