The Comet.

Ich armer Komet in dem himmlischen Feld             Wie ist's doch so windig mit mir bestellt!             Ich leb' in steten Sorgen,             Mein Licht selbst muss ich borgen ...             Ich erscheine nur von Zeit zu Zeit             Dann muss ich wieder fort in die Dunkelheit.     I a poor comet on high, you see,     How windy and wild is my destiny!         I live in constant sorrow,         My light e'en I must borrow;     I only appear from time to time,     Then must wander away in gloom and grime.     By lady Sun I'm ever distracted,     And to her by power magnetic attracted;         Yet she will not endure         That I should rise up to her,     I must long for her from flights afar,     For, alas! I'm in fact an eccentric star.     The fixed stars all in bitter fun     Declare I'm a lost and prodigal son.         They say I still go tottering         Here, there, among them pottering,     And where I once on my way have been     Nothing but dimness and darkness are seen.     The planets regard me with scorn, and say     That I always come bothering in their way.         Dame Venus and her sisters         Call me one of those crazy twisters,     'His tail is too great, and his nucleus too small.     Such an ill-made night stroller's worth nothing at all.'     That I'm a scandal they cry or lisp,     And call me a dreamer or Will-o'-the-wisp.         And down on earth a-squinting,         I see the learned ones printing,     'He's neither firm nor settled, nor would be,     Though he should spin to all eternity.'     E'en Humboldt, who handles nothing lightly,     Treats me in his Cosmos far from politely,         And should he write - I ask all -         And am I such a rascal? -     'The wandering comet, much thinner than foam,     With the smallest corps takes up the greatest room.'     But bide yon star-gazing spitefuls! - bide?     You don't know me yet from the innermost side.         Some day I'll catch you - curse ye?         And make you cry for mercy?     Then you'll go through me, and I'll meet your hope,     For with meteors I'll smash up your telescope. Translated From The German Of Joseph Victor Scheffel By Charles G. Leland.