HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

Solomon
Dumb are the trumpets, cymbals, drums and shawms
to-night.
The angel shapes engirdled with the sword.
About the royal tent keep watch and ward,
Six thousand to the left, six thousand to the right.
They guard the king from evil dreams, from death.
Behold! a -frown across his brow they view.
Then all at once, like glimmering flames steel-blue,
Twelve thousand brandished swords leap from the
sheath.
But back into their scabbards drop the swords
Of the angelic host; the midnight pain
Hath vanished, the king's brow is smooth again;
And hark! the royal sleeper's murmured words:
"O Shulamite, the lord of all these lands am I,
This empire is the heritage I bring.
For I am Judah's king and Israel's king;
But if thou love me not, I languish and I die."
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