GOESLI OF EHENHEIM. 181
GOESLI OF EHENHEIM.
Of " Her Goesli von Ehenheim " only a few verses
remain. He belongs to the first half of the 13th cen-
tury. One of his songs thus opens;
Nil ist der bluenden heide voget
Mit gewalt uf uns gezoget,
Hoeret wie mit winde broget! &c.
Now will the foe of ev'ry flower,
Send forth the tempest of his rage;
List! how his winds the battle wage,
And blow the fields and woodlands o'er!
Him nought withstands : his giant power
Tears from the plat the rose away,
And withers up each flow'ret gay;
So sharp his rage is to devour.
For this, the meads are sorrowing,
The birds are dumb, no longer song
Bursts the mute groves and hills among,
Chill'd by cold snows,—Yet still my love I sing.
GOESLI OF EHENHEIM.
Of " Her Goesli von Ehenheim " only a few verses
remain. He belongs to the first half of the 13th cen-
tury. One of his songs thus opens;
Nil ist der bluenden heide voget
Mit gewalt uf uns gezoget,
Hoeret wie mit winde broget! &c.
Now will the foe of ev'ry flower,
Send forth the tempest of his rage;
List! how his winds the battle wage,
And blow the fields and woodlands o'er!
Him nought withstands : his giant power
Tears from the plat the rose away,
And withers up each flow'ret gay;
So sharp his rage is to devour.
For this, the meads are sorrowing,
The birds are dumb, no longer song
Bursts the mute groves and hills among,
Chill'd by cold snows,—Yet still my love I sing.