LITTLE ROLAND.
[translated from the GERMAN OF UHLAND.]
Lady Bertha sat in the rocky cleft.
Her bitter woes to weep:
Little Roland played in the free fresh air;
His sorrows were not deep.
Her bitter woes to weep:
Little Roland played in the free fresh air;
His sorrows were not deep.
"My royal brother, O King Charles,
Why did I fly from thee!
Splendor and rank I left for love;
Now thou art wroth with me.
Why did I fly from thee!
Splendor and rank I left for love;
Now thou art wroth with me.
"O Milon, Milon, husband dear!
Beneath the waves art thou:
For love I have forsaken all;
Yet love forsakes me now.
Beneath the waves art thou:
For love I have forsaken all;
Yet love forsakes me now.
"O Roland! thou ray dearest boy,
Now fame and love to me;
Come quickly, little Roland, come!
My hope rests all on thee.
Now fame and love to me;
Come quickly, little Roland, come!
My hope rests all on thee.
