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a;--chatting thus,-- We at last stood still and leaned O'er the rampart of that pit Where the bears are safely penned-- Heavens! what a sight we saw! There a huge bear from the wastes Of Siberia, snowy-white, Dallied in a love-feast sweet With a she-bear small and dark. This was Mumma! This, alas, Was the mate of Atta Troll! Well I knew her by the soft Glances of her dewy eye. It was she! the daughter dark Of the Southland! Mumma lives With a Russian now; she lives With this savage of the North! Smirking spake a negro then, Coming up with stealthy pace: "Could there be a fairer sight Than a pair of lovers, say?" Then I answered him: "Pray, who Honours me by this address?" Whereupon he cried amazed: "Have you quite forgotten me? "Why I am that Moorish prince Who beat drums in Freiligrath-- Times were bad--in Germany I was lonely and forlorn. "Now as keeper I'm employed In this garden,--here I find All the flowers of my native Tropics,--lions, tigers, too. "Here I feel content and gay, Better than at German fairs, Where each day I beat the drum And was fed but scantily. "Late in wedlock was I bound To a blonde Alsatian cook, And within her arms I feel All my native joys again! "And her feet remind me ever Of my blessed elephants, And her French has quite the ring Of my sable mother-tongue. "When she coughs, the rattle fierce Moves me of that famous drum Which, bedecked with human skulls, Drove the snakes and lions far. "But when moonlight charms her mood, Like a crocodile she weeps, Which from out some luke-warm stream Lifts to gape in cooler air. "And she cooks me dainty bits. See, I thrive! I feed again As upon the Niger I Fed with gusto African! "Mark the nicely rounded paunch I possess! Behold it peeps From my shirt like some black moon Stealing forth from whitest clouds." [Illustration] [Illustration] CANTO XXVII (To August Varnhagen von Ense) "Heavens! where, dear Ludoviso, Did you steal this crazy stuff?" With these words did Cardinal D'Este Ariosto greet When that poet read his work On Orlando
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