Saint Cunigunde (975 - March 3, 1040), was the
wife of Emperor Heinrich II (Saint Henry 973-1024, duke of Bavaria and king of Lombardy, crowned emperor in Rome 1014).

Her parents were Siegfried I of Luxembourg (922 – August 15, 998) and Hedwig of Nordgau (c. 935 – 992). She was a seventh-generation descendant of Charlemagne. Her marriage to St. Henry was a spiritual one, that is, they married for religious companionship and by mutual agreement did not consummate their relationship.
Calumniators accused her of scandalous conduct, but her innocence was signally vindicated by Divine Providence, as she walked over pieces of flaming irons without injury, to the great joy of her husband, the Emperor.
She was very active politically. As the closest adviser to her husband, she took part in Imperial councils.

In 1014, St. Cunigunde went with her husband to Rome and became Empress, receiving together with St. Henry the Imperial Crown from the hands of Pope Benedict VIII.
After St. Henry's death in 1024, she became regent together with her brother and handed over the Imperial insignia when Conrad II was elected to succeed.

As a widow, St. Cunigunde was left comparatively poor, owing to the enormous wealth given away by her and St. Henry in charitable works.

In 1025, exactly one year after the death of her husband St. Cunigunde retired to Kaufungen Abbey, a convent of Benedictine nuns she founded at Kaufungen, (Hesse), Germany. She died in 1040, and was buried at Bamberg Cathedral near her husband. She was canonised by Pope Innocent III on March 29, 1200.

It was reported in the Papal Bull that St. Cunigunde fell asleep one night and was carried into bed. Her maid also fell asleep and a candle set the bed on fire. The blaze awoke both of them and upon Cunigunde executing the Sign of the Cross, the fire immediately disappeared, saving them from burning.

Ode to
Nuremberg by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-82)

.....Longfellow? Hmm!

 

In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands,
Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands.

Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song,
Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng:

Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold,
Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old;

And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme,
That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.

In the court-yard of the castle, bound with many an iron band,
Stands the mighty linden planted by Queen Cunigunde's hand;

On the square the oriel window, where in old heroic days
Sat the poet Melchior singing Kaiser Maximilian's praise.

Everywhere I see around me rise the wondrous world of Art:
Fountains wrought with richest sculpture standing in the common mart;

And above cathedral doorways saints and bishops carved in stone,
By a former age commissioned as apostles to our own.

In the church of sainted Sebald sleeps enshrined his holy dust,
And in bronze the Twelve Apostles guard from age to age their trust;

In the church of sainted Lawrence stands a pix of sculpture rare,
Like the foamy sheaf of fountains, rising through the painted air.

Here, when Art was still religion, with a simple, reverent heart,
Lived and labored Albrecht Dürer, the Evangelist of Art;

Hence in silence and in sorrow, toiling still with busy hand,
Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land.

Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies;
Dead he is not, but departed, — for the artist never dies.

Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair,
That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air!

Through these streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes,
Walked of yore the Mastersingers, chanting rude poetic strains.

From remote and sunless suburbs came they to the friendly guild,
Building nests in Fame's great temple, as in spouts the swallows build.

As the weaver plied the shuttle, wove he too the mystic rhyme,
And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime;

Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom
In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom.

Here Hans Sachs, the cobbler-poet, laureate of the gentle craft,
Wisest of the Twelve Wise Masters, in huge folios sang and laughed.

But his house is now an ale-house, with a nicely sanded floor,
And a garland in the window, and his face above the door;

Painted by some humble artist, as in Adam Puschman's song,
As the old man gray and dove-like, with his great beard white and long.

And at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care,
Quaffing ale from pewter tankards, in the master's antique chair.

Vanished is the ancient splendor, and before my dreamy eye
Wave these mingled shapes and figures, like a faded tapestry.

Not thy Councils, not thy Kaisers, win for thee the world's regard;
But thy painter, Albrecht Dürer, and Hans Sachs thy cobbler bard.

Thus, O Nuremberg, a wanderer from a region far away,
As he paced thy streets and court-yards, sang in thought his careless lay:

Gathering from the pavement's crevice, as a floweret of the soil,
The nobility of labor, — the long pedigree of toil.

Notes:
Longfellow, a native of Portland, Maine, studied modern languages in Europe from 1826 to 1828 and later became a professor at Harvard.
1-2. Nuremberg: central Franconian (Bavarian) city on the Pegnitz river that was renowned for its intellectual, artistic, and religious freedom during the Renaissance.
10. Queen Cunigunde: wife of Emperor Henry II, Kunigunde was later canonized for disproving slanders by walking barefoot over fiery irons.
12. Melchior: Melchior Pfinzing, 16th-century German poet who made the Emperor Maximilian hero of the allegorical poem Theuerdank.
Kaiser Maximilian: Emperor Maximilian II (1527-76).
17. The church of sainted Sebald: Gothic church with a canopied bronze tomb by Peter Vischer in a shrine for the saint. The shrine has more than 100 figures, including the Twelve Apostles. The oldest existing church in Nuremberg, dating back to the year 1225.
19. The church of sainted Lawrence: Gothic church dedicated to St. Lawrence Justinian (1381-1456), with a ciborium (container for the Host)
formed as a 64-foot spire sculpted by Adam Krafft.
22. Albrecht Durer: German painter and the inventor of etching (1471-1528) who lived in this city. He was renowned for his woodcuts of Christian themes -- hence "Evangelist of Art."
24. Better Land: Divine inspiration.
25. Emigravit: "he has departed."
30. Mastersingers: Meistersinger, a member of a 15th-16th-century German guild dedicated to the writing and performing of poetry and song. The Nuremberg Meistersingers who were the best well known in Germany were led by the shoemaker Hans Sachs. Considered more a trade than an artform, Meistersingers had apprentices (pupils), journeymen and masters.
37. Hans Sachs: German cobbler-poet (1494-1576) who lived and worked in Nuremberg.
41. Adam Puschmann: Fellow Meistersinger.

Die Meistersinger von Nurnberg
(Opera/music drama by Richard Wagner)