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The Sunken Crown

Translation of Henry William Dulcken

ALOFT on yonder hillside

A little cot doth stand;

You look from off its threshold

Far out upon the land.

There sits a free-born peasant

Upon the bank at even,

And whets his scythe, and singeth

His grateful song to Heaven.

Below on the lake are falling

The silent shadows down;

Beneath the wave lies hidden,

All rich and rare a crown.

In the darksome night it sparkles

With rubies and sapphires gay;

But no man recks where it lieth

From the times so old and gray.