The Legends of the Rhine

Beetling walls with ivy grown,     Frowning heights of mossy stone;     Turret, with its flaunting flag     Flung from battlemented crag;     Dungeon-keep and fortalice     Looking down a precipice     Oer the darkly glancing wave     By the Lurline-haunted cave;     Robber haunt and maiden bower,     Home of Love and Crime and Power,     Thats the scenery, in fine,     Of the Legends of the Rhine.     One bold baron, double-dyed     Bigamist and parricide,     And, as most the stories run,     Partner of the Evil One;     Injured innocence in white,     Fair but idiotic quite,     Wringing of her lily hands;     Valor fresh from Paynim lands,     Abbot ruddy, hermit pale,     Minstrel fraught with many a tale,     Are the actors that combine     In the Legends of the Rhine.     Bell-mouthed flagons round a board;     Suits of armor, shield, and sword;     Kerchief with its bloody stain;     Ghosts of the untimely slain;     Thunder-clap and clanking chain;     Headsmans block and shining axe;     Thumb-screw, crucifixes, racks;     Midnight-tolling chapel bell,     Heard across the gloomy fell,     These and other pleasant facts     Are the properties that shine     In the Legends of the Rhine.     Maledictions, whispered vows     Underneath the linden boughs;     Murder, bigamy, and theft;     Travelers of goods bereft;     Rapine, pillage, arson, spoil,     Everything but honest toil,     Are the deeds that best define     Every Legend of the Rhine.     That Virtue always meets reward,     But quicker when it wears a sword;     That Providence has special care     Of gallant knight and lady fair;     That villains, as a thing of course,     Are always haunted by remorse,     Is the moral, I opine,     Of the Legends of the Rhine.