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THE SECRET OF THE BUSENTO.
Deep beneath the flowing river
Sleeps the great Barbarian King,
While his requiem for ever
Overhead the waters sing.
Sleeps the great Barbarian King,
While his requiem for ever
Overhead the waters sing.
There from man by nature guarded,
Was he laid in days of old,
In a triple bier enshrouded,
Wrought of silver, bronze, and gold.
Was he laid in days of old,
In a triple bier enshrouded,
Wrought of silver, bronze, and gold.
Say, Busento, thou its keeper,
Where lies Alaric the Goth?
Thou hast sworn to hide the sleeper?
Time absolves thee of thy oath.
Where lies Alaric the Goth?
Thou hast sworn to hide the sleeper?
Time absolves thee of thy oath.
In the dead of night they brought him
To the startled river-bank;
While the world still living thought him,
They the coffined monarch sank.
To the startled river-bank;
While the world still living thought him,
They the coffined monarch sank.
By the torches' light they laid him
Deep within its rocky bed,
And a last farewell they bade him,
Him the greatest of their dead.
Deep within its rocky bed,
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Him the greatest of their dead.
Ere the pearly light of morning
On the little party broke,
The Arian Chiefs a word of warning
To the listening River spoke:
On the little party broke,
The Arian Chiefs a word of warning
To the listening River spoke:
“Our nation's richest treasure
To thy bosom we confide;
Let thy depths no stranger measure,
But the King for ever hide.
To thy bosom we confide;
Let thy depths no stranger measure,
But the King for ever hide.
“As thy water onward dashes,
Let it keep his tomb from shame;
In thy charge we leave his ashes,
In the world's his endless fame.”
Let it keep his tomb from shame;
In thy charge we leave his ashes,
In the world's his endless fame.”
Thus in manner strange and hurried,
Under night's protecting wing,
Those stern Gothic warriors buried
Alaric their mighty King.
Under night's protecting wing,
Those stern Gothic warriors buried
Alaric their mighty King.
As the stream's retarded current
Rolled o'er his eternal home,
So the great barbaric torrent
Rolled on o'er the grave of Rome.
Rolled o'er his eternal home,
So the great barbaric torrent
Rolled on o'er the grave of Rome.
Goth and Vandal, Sueve and Lombard,
Hun and Alan, wave on wave,
None of all their kings unnumbered
Had as grand or safe a grave.
Hun and Alan, wave on wave,
None of all their kings unnumbered
Had as grand or safe a grave.
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Guardian of a lonely glory,
Well hast thou the secret kept,
Fourteen centuries of story,
Undisturbed the Goth has slept.
Well hast thou the secret kept,
Fourteen centuries of story,
Undisturbed the Goth has slept.
Noble river, none could firmer
Keep his plighted word than thou;
Alone the poet in thy murmur
Hears the name of Alaric now.
Keep his plighted word than thou;
Alone the poet in thy murmur
Hears the name of Alaric now.
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