The Poems of Schiller - Suppressed poems Part 2

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A ROMANCE.

BOOK I.

The sullen mayor who reigns in h.e.l.l, By mortals Pluto hight, Who thrashes all his subjects well, Both morn and eve, as stories tell, And rules the realms of night, All pleasure lost in cursing once, All joy in flogging, for the nonce.

The sedentary life he led Upon his brazen chair Made his hindquarters very red, While p.r.i.c.ks, as from a nettle-bed, He felt both here and there: A burning sun, too, chanced to s.h.i.+ne, And boiled down all his blood to brine.

'Tis true he drank full many a draught Of Phlegethon's black flood; By cupping, leeches, doctor's craft, And venesection, fore and aft, They took from him much blood.

Full many a clyster was applied, And purging, too, was also tried.

His doctor, versed in sciences, With wig beneath his hat, Argued and showed with wondrous ease, From Celsus and Hippocrates, When he in judgment sat,-- "Right wors.h.i.+pful the mayor of h.e.l.l, The liver's wrong, I see full well."

"He's but a b.o.o.by," Pluto said, "With all his trash and pills!

A man like me--pray where's his head?

A young man yet--his wits have fled!

While youth my veins yet fills!

Unless electuaries he'll bring, Full in his face my club I'll fling!"

Or right or wrong,--'twas a hard case To weather such a trial; (Poor men, who lose a king's good grace!) He's straight saluted in the face By every splint and phial.

He very wisely made no fuss; This hint he learnt of Cerberus.

"Go! fetch the barber of the skies, Apollo, to me soon!"

An airy courier straightway flies Upon his beast, and onward hies, And skims past poles and moon; As he went off, the clock struck four, At five his charger reached the door.

Just then Apollo happened--"Heigh-ho!

A sonnet to have made?"

Oh, dear me, no!--upon Miss Io (Such is the tale I heard from Clio) The midwife to have played.

The boy, as if stamped out of wax, Might Zeus as father fairly tax.

He read the letter half asleep, Then started in dismay: "The road is long, and h.e.l.l is deep, Your rocks I know are rough and steep . . .

Yet like a king he'll pay!"

He dons his cap of mist and furs, Then through the air the charger spurs.

With locks all frizzled a la mode, And ruffles smooth and nice, In gala dress, that brightly glowed (A gift Aurora had bestowed), With watch-chains of high price, With toes turned out, and chapeau bas, He stood before h.e.l.l's mighty czar.

BOOK II.

The grumbler, in his usual tone, Received him with a curse: "To Pomerania straight begone!

Ugh! how he smells of eau de Cologne!

Why, brimstone isn't worse.

He'd best be off to heaven again, Or he'll infect h.e.l.l's wide domain."

The G.o.d of pills, in sore surprise, A spring then backwards took: "Is this his highness' usual guise?

'Tis in the brain, I see, that lies The mischief--what a look!

See how his eyes in frenzy roll!

The case is bad, upon my soul!

"A journey to Elysium The infectus would dissolve, Making the saps less tough become, As through the Capitolium And stomach they revolve.

Provisionally be it so: Let's start then--but incognito!"

"Ay, worthy sir, no doubt well meant!

If, in these regions hazy, As with you folk, so charged with scent, You dapper ones who heaven frequent, 'Twere proper to be lazy, If h.e.l.l a master needed not, Why, then I'd follow on the spot!

"Ha! if the cat once turned her back, Pray where would be the mice?

They'd sally forth from every crack, My very mufti would attack, Spoil all things in a trice!

Oddsbodikins! 'tis pretty cool!

I'll let him see I'm no such fool!

"A pleasant uproar happened erst, When they a.s.sailed my tower!

No fault of mine 'twas, at the worst, That from their desks and chains to burst Philosophers had power.

What, has there e'er escaped a poet?

Help, heaven! what misery to know it!

"When days are long, folks talk more stuff!

Upon your seats, no doubt, With all your cards and music rough, And scribblings too, 'tis hard enough The moments to eke out.

Idleness, like a flea will gnaw On velvet cus.h.i.+ons,--as on straw.

"My brother no attempt omits To drive away ennui; His lightning round about him flits, The target with his storms he hits (Those howls prove that to me), Till Rhea's trembling shoulders ache, And force me e'en for h.e.l.l to quake.

"Were I grandfather Coelus, though, You wouldn't soon escape!

Into my belly straight you'd go, And in your swaddling-clothes cry 'oh!'

And through five windows gape!

First o'er my stream you'd have to come, And then, perhaps, to Elysium!

"Your steed you mounted, I dare say, In hopes to catch a goose; If it is worth the trouble, pray Tell what you've heard from me to-day, At shaving time, to Zeus.

Just leave him then to swallow it; I don't care what he thinks a bit;

"You'd better now go homeward straight!

Your servant! there's the door!

For all your pains--one moment wait!

I'll give you--liberal is the rate-- A piece of ruby-ore.

In heaven such things are rareties; We use them for base purposes."

BOOK III.

The G.o.d at once, then, said farewell, At small politeness striving; When sudden through the crowds of h.e.l.l A flying courier rushed pell-mell, From Tellus' bounds arriving.

"Monarch! a doctor follows me!

Behold this wondrous prodigy!"

"Place for the doctor!" each one said-- He comes with spurs and whip, To every one he nods his head, As if he had been born and bred In Tartarus--the rip!

As jaunty, fearless, full of nous As Britons in the Lower House.

"Good morrow, worthy sirs!--Ahem!

I'm glad to see that here (Where all they of Prometheus' stem Must come, whene'er the Fates condemn) One meets with such good cheer!

Why for Elysium care a rush?

I'd rather see h.e.l.l's fountains gus.h.!.+"

"Stop! stop! his impudence, I vow, Its due reward shall meet; By Charles's wain, I swear it now!

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