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Der Königssohn.
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VI.
In the wood's dark rounds a wild horse bounds,
Unbridled yet his head,
Of golden grain his long thick mane,
Earth sparkles at his tread.
In the wood's dark rounds a wild horse bounds,
Unbridled yet his head,
Of golden grain his long thick mane,
Earth sparkles at his tread.
The King's Son lightly swung him on,
The horse the rider cheereth,
With puff'd-out breast the snorting beast
And lashing tail careereth.
The horse the rider cheereth,
With puff'd-out breast the snorting beast
And lashing tail careereth.
And all that dwell within the dell
Are lost in list'ning wonder,
To hear that steed from the mountain speed
Adown like storm and thunder.
Are lost in list'ning wonder,
To hear that steed from the mountain speed
Adown like storm and thunder.
The Son of the King came galloping
In his lion-hide attire;
On as he rode, the wild mane flowed,
And the wild hoofs scatter'd fire.
In his lion-hide attire;
On as he rode, the wild mane flowed,
And the wild hoofs scatter'd fire.
And all the nation throng'd around,
With jubilee and song—
"'Tis he! 'tis he! it is the King,
"For whom we've stayed so long!"
With jubilee and song—
"'Tis he! 'tis he! it is the King,
"For whom we've stayed so long!"