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Thus ran the Student's pleasant rhyme / Of Eginhard and love and youth; / Some doubted its historic truth, / But while they doubted, ne'ertheless / Saw in it gleams of truthfulness, / And thanked the Monk of Lauresheim.
This they discussed in various mood; / Then in the silence that ensued / Was heard a sharp and sudden sound / As of a bowstring snapped in air; / And the Musician with a bound / Sprang up in terror from his chair, / And for a moment listening stood, / Then strode across the room, and found / His dear, his darling violin / Still lying safe asleep within / Its little cradle, like a child / That gives a sudden cry of pain, / And wakes to fall asleep again; / And as he looked at it and smiled, / By the uncertain light beguiled, / Despair! two strings were broken in twain.