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KING HEROD.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Potz-tausend! Himmel-sacrament!

Filled am I with great wonderment

At this unwelcome news!

Am I not Herod? Who shall dare

My crown to take, my sceptre bear,

As king among the Jews?

 

Here he shall stride up and down and flourish his sword.

 

What ho! I fain would drink a can

Of the strong wine of Canaan!

The wine of Helbon bring

I purchased at the Fair of Tyre,

As red as blood, as hot as fire,

And fit for any king!

 

He quaffs great goblets of wine.

 

Now at the window will I stand,

While in the street the armed band

The little children slay;

The babe just born in Bethlehem

Will surely slaughtered be with them,

Nor live another day!

 

Here a voice of lamentation shall be heard in the street.