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wakened it was noon, And I found myself alone, Since my hostess and Lascaro For the chase had left at dawn. There was no one save the pug In the hovel. There he stood By the hearth beside the pot Holding in his paws a spoon. Clever pug! well disciplined! Lest the steaming soup boil over, Swift he stirred it round and round, Skimming off the foam and scum. But--am I bewitched too? Or does fever smoulder still In my brain? For scarce can I Trust my ears. The pug-dog speaks! Aye, he speaks in homely strains Of the Swabian dialect, Deeply sunk in thought, he cries, As it were within a dream: "Woe is me--a Swabian bard, Banned in exile must I grieve In a pug-dog's cursed shape Guardian of a witch's pot. "What a base and hideous crime Is this sorcery! My fate Ah, how tragic! I, a man, In the body of a dog! "Had I but remained at home With my jolly comrades true-- No vile sorcerers are they! And their spells no man need fear. "Had I but remained at home At Karl Meyer's--with the sweet Noodles of the Vaterland And good honest metzel-soup! "Of homesickness I shall die! Might I only spy the smoke Rising from old Stuttgart's flues When the precious dumplings seethe." Pity seized me when I heard This sad story, and I sprang From my couch and took a seat By the fireplace and spake: "Noble poet, tell what chance Brought thee to this beldam's hut. Why, oh why, in cruel wise, Wast thou changed into a dog?" But the pug exclaimed in joy: "What! You are no Frenchman then? But a German, and you've heard All my hapless monologue? "Ah, dear countryman, 'twas ill That old Koelle, Councillor, When at eve we sat and argued At the inn o'er pipe and mug, "Should have harped on the idea That by travel only might One attain such culture broad, As by travel he attained! "Now, so I might shed the rude Husk that on my manners lay, Even as Koelle, and attain Polish from the world at large, "To my home I bade farewell, And in quest of culture came To the Pyrenees at last, And Uraka's little hut. "And a reference I brought From Justinus Kerner too!
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