Over three hundred! When trumpets blew,
The riderless steeds to the flag were true.
When ye talk of Gravelotte’s noble dead,
Praise the horses that answered in their stead.
—Gerok.
From “German Ballads,” translated by Elizabeth Craigmyle, by permission of Walter Scott & Co. Limited.
FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS
I know a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry-blooms burst with snow;