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HACKELNBERG
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When down the Hartz the echoes swarm,He rides beneath the mountain storm
With mad “halloo!” and wild alarm
Of hound and horn and thunder:
With his hunter, black as night,
Ban-dogs, eyed with lambent light;
And a stag, a spectral white,
Rushes on before, in flight
Glimmering through the boughs and under.
II
Long-howling, crouched in bracken black,The werewolf shuns his ruinous track,
On every side the forests crack,
And mountain torrents tumble:
And the spirits of the air
Whistling whirl with scattered hair,
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Round him as he gallops there,
In the rain and tempest's rumble.
III
Above the storm, the thunder's growl,The torrent's roar, the forest's howl,
Is heard his hunting-horn—an owl,
That hoots and sweeps before him:
And beneath the blinding leven,
On wild crags, the Castle riven
Of the Dumburg towers to heaven,
Beckoning on the demon-driven,
Beckoning on and looming o'er him.
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