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Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. 2 O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world, leave your…
When I give up the helmI know that the time has come for thee to take it.What there is to do will be instantly done.Vain is this struggle. Then take away your handsand silently put up with your defeat, my…
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;only there is the…
Who stole sleep from baby’s eyes? I must know. Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch waterfrom the village near by. It was noon. The children’s playtime was over; the ducks inthe pond were silent. The shepherd…
In the night of wearinesslet me give myself up to sleep without struggle,resting my trust upon thee. Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship. It is thou who drawest the veil of night…
I boasted among men that I had known you.They see your pictures in all works of mine.They come and ask me, `Who is he?’I know not how to answer them. I say, `Indeed, I cannot tell.’They blame me and they…
Have you not heard his silent steps?He comes, comes, ever comes. Every moment and every age,every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes. Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind,but all their notes…
The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee;and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd,unknown to me, my king, thou didst press the signet of eternity uponmany a fleeting moment of…
She was not quite fairBut she was brightShe wore a necklace of coral beadsIn great astonishment I used to look at herWith her large black eyesShe looked straightShe was about my ageThis adolescent maid.Her image is still alive in my…
She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she who never opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in…