Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 6. THE NIGHT WATCH ON THE DRACHENFELS; TO FRITZ VON B--., by HEINRICH HEINE


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SONNET: 6. THE NIGHT WATCH ON THE DRACHENFELS; TO FRITZ VON B--., by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Twas midnight as we scaled the mountain height
Last Line: A wretched cold and cough took home with me!
Subject(s): Germany; Patriotism; Germans


'TWAS midnight as we scaled the mountain height,
The wood pile 'neath the walls the flames devour'd,
And as my joyous comrades round it cower'd,
They sang of Germany's renown in fight.
Her health we drank from Rhine wine beakers bright,
The castle-spirit on the summit tower'd,
Dark forms of armed knights around us lower'd,
And women's misty shapes appear'd in sight.
And from the ruins there arose low moans,
Owls hooted, rattling sounds were heard, and groans;
A furious north wind bluster'd fitfully.
Such was the night, my friend, that I did pass
On the high Drachenfels, -- but I, alas,
A wretched cold and cough took home with me!





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