Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Germany: Vols. XVII–XVIII. 1876–79.
Prince Wrede’s Death
By Arthur RappB
To meet the Main, rolls on its treacherous way,
Right on the road to Frankfurt, it is spanned
By an old bridge, built strong of basalt gray.
Midway, encased within the basalt wall,
A narrow marble tablet marks a name.
’T is but the one word: Wrede, but it speaks
To German hearts of glory and of fame.
To gain his France once more, here on his way
Met proud Bavaria’s proudest prince. At last
The dauntless lion found himself at bay.
But, though ten thousand French were forced to find
In Kinzig’s treacherous flood a horrid grave,
Prince Wrede too fell, wounded unto death.
Yon tablet marks the spot. God rest the brave!
Where Wrede fell, his ghost is often seen.
For, when the moon with her full flood of light
Upon that tablet throws her silver sheen,
’T is said, the prince, casting upon the flood
A pitying look, tries, so the story goes,
To stem the rushing waters, and to save
The drowned thousands of his ghostly foes.