Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Germany: Vols. XVII–XVIII. 1876–79.
Friedrich Rothbart
By Emanuel Geibel (18151884)F
With a lamp red glimmering by
Sits the aged Emperor Frederick,
At a marble table nigh.
And in armor glancing bright,
Still upon his moveless eyelids
Lieth slumber’s heavy night.
Love and sternness each is shown,
And his beard, so long and golden,
Through the marble stone hath grown.
All his knights their lord surround,
Sword begirt, in armor gleaming,
But like him in slumber bound.
Mid the silent ranks is there,
With his lips so skilled in singing,
And his yellow curling hair.
Like its master, voiceless now,
But a coming song is sleeping
Yet upon his noble brow.
Dropping slowly from the wall,—
Silent, till the appointed morning
Breaks in glory over all.
Round the mountain-summit play,
At whose rush the swarming ravens,
Quick affrighted, flee away.
Rolling through the mountain then,
And the emperor grasps his sword-hilt,
And the knights awake again.
Open springs the brazen door,
Barbarossa and his followers
Walk in bright array once more.
And the sceptre in his hand;
Swords are glancing, harps are ringing,
Where he moveth through the land.
Render him the homage due,
And the holy German Empire
Foundeth he at Aix anew.