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Prophecy
By Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock (17241803)
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Stamping of hoofs, neighing, snorting, and bound,
The bards foretold fate; I too see,
And my eye pierces the future.
Soon it will fall: one more century yet,
And then it is done; then the rule
Of the sword yields to the reason.
Bounded along, tossed his mane to the wind,—
The steed,—as an omen, with scorn
For the storm’s rage and the stream’s rage.
Lifted his eyes; careless grazed he, and proud,
Nor looked on the rider who lay
In his blood, dead by the merestone.
Soon it will fall: one more century yet,
And then it is done; then the rule
Of the sword yields to the reason.