Classic Poem

My songs, so old and bitter,
My dreams, so vile and drear,
Come, bury them for ever,
What ho! a coffin here!

Much will I lay within it
Which yet I may not tell.
The size of Heidelberg's famed tun
That coffin must excel.

See that a bier be furnished
Of stout and seasoned pine;
Let it be longer than the bridge
At Mainz that spans the Rhine.

And summon me twelve giants,
Men of a mightier mould
Than Christopher the Sainted,
In Köln's cathedral old.

Let these bear forth the coffin
And drown it in the sea;
For to so huge a coffin
The grave as huge must be.

Wouldst know wherefore the coffin
Must be so strong and vast?
There all my love and anguish
I'll lay to rest at last.