Ballad of St. John of Nepomuk
By George Sterling
Now to you all be Christmas cheer,
Good health and better luck!
Praise now the womb that gave to men
St. John of Nepomuk!
He stood before King Wenceslaus
With none to take his part—
Despair upon his kindly face,
But honor in his heart.
"How now, O priest!" the monarch cried,
(And death was in his smile) :
"Didst shrive the faithless soul of her
Who did my bed defile?
"Didst bid her go in peace who now
Hath left no peace to me?
Tell then the sin that thou didst shrive,
E'en as she told it thee!"
"O king!" our saint unbletiching said,
Such may I not reveal,
For priesthood's vow upon my lips
Hath set a ghostly seal.
"That seal which on my mouth is set
Forever and for aye,
Thou shalt not loose by mortal pain
Nor wrench with racks away."
They stretched his body on the rack
And there their will they wrought;
He cried in his woe to seven saints,
But not the tale they sought.
"Confess," the king in fury cried,
"Her love as it befell,
Or steel shall cleave thy way to death
And fire thy path to Hell!"
"O king," he said, "I will not speak,
Tho thou in tears should kneel;
For manhood's honor on my mouth
Hath set a mighty seal.
"And that seal set upon my mouth
More close than life does stay:
Thou canst not break it with a sword
Nor melt with fire away."
They wrought their will upon his flesh
With cursing and with scoff. . . .
They gagged his mouth and from a bridge
At last they flung him off.
They cast him into Moldau stream,
Our saint who did no wrong;
But that true mouth which to'd no tale
God filleth now with song.
Wherefore pray thou our new-born Lord,
And John our saint as well,
That when a fair fame thou mightst harm
No whisper thou shalt tell.
For since of her who gave him naught
He would not cause the fall,
How knightlier shalt thou guard the name
Of her who gives thee all!