LEIPZIG
"A gulf was Lindenau; and dead
Were fifties, hundreds, tens;
And every current rippled red
With Marshal's blood and men's.
“The smart Macdonald swam therein,
And barely won the verge;
Bold Poniatowski plunged him in
Never to re-emerge.
"Then stayed the strife. The remnants wound
Their Rhineward way pell-mell;
And thus did Leipzig City sound
An Empire's passing bell;
“While in cavalcade, with band and blade,
Came Marshals, Princes, Kings:
And the town was theirs. . . . Ay, as simple maid,
My mother saw these things!
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