Hackelnberg.

When down the Hartz the echoes swarm     He rides beneath the sounding storm     With mad "halloo!" and wild alarm      Of hound and horn - a wonder,     With his hunter black as night,     Ban-dogs fleet and fast as light,     And a stag as silver white     Drives before, like mist, in flight,      Glimmering 'neath the bursten thunder.     The were-wolf shuns his ruinous track,     Long-howling hid in braken black;     Around the forests reel and crack      And mountain torrents tumble;     And the spirits of the air     Whistling whirl with scattered hair,     Teeth that flash and eyes that glare,     'Round him as he chases there      With a noise of rains that rumble.     From thick Thuringian thickets growl     Fierce, fearful monsters black and foul;     And close before him a stritch-owl      Wails like a ghost unquiet:     Then the clouds aside are driven     And the moonlight, stormy striven.     Falls around the castle riven     Of the Dumburg, and the heaven      Maddens then with blacker riot.