HUNTING SONGS 



XIII 



All turquoise and enamel. 



Like a watch trick'd up for show. 

 Though a pretty thing to look at, 



Far too beautiful to go ; 

 He, the man at whose appearance 



We had felt ourselves so small, 

 Was only the ninth part of one — 



A tailor after all ! 



XIV 



His own line, when he took it, 



Was by railway ticket ta'en ; 

 First-class, a rattling gallop, 



As he homeward went by train ; 

 A horse-box for his hunter. 



And a band-box for himself, 

 One was shunted into hidlands. 



T'other laid upon the shelf. 



The Ladie of the Castle of Wi?tcieck 



translated from the german 

 (adelbert chamisso) 



I 



" r7ATED Horseman ! onward speeding, 

 1 Hold ! — thy panting courser check ;- 



Thee the Phantom Stag misleading, 

 Hurrieth to the lone Windeck ! " 



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