Pilgrim's Yule Song
THE PILGRIM'S YULE SONG.
(From "Hans Alienus.")
Autumn rains and the desert sun
Bleached my pilgrim's attire.
Just at cock-crow my day was begun
Ere yet the dawn spread higher.
Slowly, drearily
I'd be trudging
Swedenward, and not until eve
Would I wearily
Seek for lodging—
Straw by the hearth is what they'd leave.
Bleached my pilgrim's attire.
Just at cock-crow my day was begun
Ere yet the dawn spread higher.
Slowly, drearily
I'd be trudging
Swedenward, and not until eve
Would I wearily
Seek for lodging—
Straw by the hearth is what they'd leave.
Tales of crusades and a credulous mood
Guided the thoughts that stirred me.
Drawn by my stories, the peasants stood
Hushed at the door and heard me.
Women, listening,
Crowded tightly
Each to each in a spell-bound row.
Sparks were glistening,
Spouted lightly
Up from the licking flames below.
Guided the thoughts that stirred me.
Drawn by my stories, the peasants stood
Hushed at the door and heard me.
Women, listening,
Crowded tightly
Each to each in a spell-bound row.
Sparks were glistening,
Spouted lightly
Up from the licking flames below.
Pilgrim adventures along the road,
Such would I tell unbidden.
Never the blighting flame I showed
Deep in my spirit hidden.
Such would I tell unbidden.
Never the blighting flame I showed
Deep in my spirit hidden.
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