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Der Königssohn.
A favouring gale has swell'd the sail,The pennon high is dancing,The mermaids' throng with sport and songAround the keel are glancing.
"And this," he cried, "my kingdom is,"My bark that bounds so merrily;"The waves so free shall my comrades be,"And we'll coast the dull earth cheerily."
Lo, tempest-charged, a swarthy cloudGoes grimly up the heaven,From its angry heart the lightnings start,And the mast is in splinters riven.
The billows dark bound o'er the bark,Mid the roar of the rattling thunder,The Prince and his chosen kingdom sinkTogether the wild waves under.
III.FISHERMAN."The ship lies deep, her crew must sleep"With ocean o'er their pillow.—"But see! what swimmer speeds to shore,"Borne on the rolling billow?"
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