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Never did I dream my friend Stood in league with such a witch! "Friendly was Uraka's mood, Till at last with horrid shock, Lo, I found her friendliness Had to fiery passion grown. "Yes, within that withered breast Lust blazed up in monstrous wise, And at once this vicious crone Sought to drag me down to sin. "Yet I prayed: 'Oh, pardon, ma'am! Do not fancy I am one Of those wanton Goethe Bards,-- I belong to Swabia's school. "'Sweet Morality's our Muse And the drawers she wears are made Of the stoutest leather--Oh! Do not wrong my virtue, pray! "'Other bards may boast of soul, Others phantasy--and some Of their passion--Swabians have Nothing but their innocence. "'Nothing else do we possess! Do not rob me of my pure, Most religious beggar's cloak,-- Naked else my soul must go!' "Thus I spoke, whereat the hag Smiled with hideous irony, Seized a switch of mistletoe, Smote me over brow and cheek. "Chilly spasms seized me then Just as if a goose's skin Crept across my limbs--but oh! This was worse than goose's-skin! "It was nothing more nor less Than a dog-pelt! Since that hour, That accursed hour, I've lived Changed into a lumpy pug!" Luckless wight! his piteous sobs Now denied him further speech, And so bitterly he wept That he half dissolved in tears. "Hark!" I spoke in pity then, "Tell me how you might be freed From this dog-skin. How may I Give you back to muse and man?" In despair, disconsolate, Then he raised his paws in air, And with sobs and groans at length Thus his mournful plaint he made: "Not before the Judgment Day Shall I shed this horrid form, If no noble virgin come To absolve me of the curse. "None can free me save a maid, Pure, untouched by any man, And she must fulfil a pact Most inexorable--thus: "Such unspotted maiden must In Sylvester's holy night Read the verse of Gustav Pfizer, Read it and not fall asleep! "If her chaste eyes do not close At the reading--then, O bliss! I shall disenchanted be, Breathe as man--unpugged at last!" "In that case, alas," said I, "Never may I undertake Your salvation, fo
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