Wenn es kommt, es ist das Heute,
Und der liebe Gott zu sorgen.
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On some far summer sea,Wakes daisies in the wintry earth,Wakes hopes in wintry me.The sun is low; the paths are wet,And dance with frolic hail;The trees-their spring-time is not yet-Swing sighing in the gale.Young gleams of sunshine peep and play;Clouds shoulder in between;I scarce believe one coming dayThe earth will all be green.The north wind…
‘Tis the midnight hour; I heard
Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer’s headIn the deep and narrow streetLying ditch-like at my feetWhere I stand at lattice highDownward gazing listlesslyFrom my house upon the rock,Peak of earth’s foundation-block.There her windows, every story,Shine with far-off nebulous glory!Round her in that luminous cloudStars obedient press and crowd,She the centre of all gazing,She…
The croak of a raven hoar!
Loud shuts the carriage-door:The two are away on their ghastly rideTo Death’s salt shore!Where are the love and the grace?The bridegroom is thirsty and cold!The bride’s skull sharpens her face!But the coachman is driving, jubilant, bold,The devil’s pace.The horses shivered and shookWaiting gaunt and haggardWith sorry and evil look;But swift as a drunken wind they…
Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my head
Anon the light will neither rise nor spread:Shrouded in danger gray the beacon stands!A pharos? Oh dull brain! poor dying lampUnder a bushel with an earthy smell!Mouldering it stands, in rust and eating damp,While the slow oil keeps oozing from its cell!For me it were enough to be a flowerKnowing its root in thee, the…
What life it is, and how that all these lives do gather-
Sir Philip Sidney’sArcadiaTo L.P.M.D.Receive thine own; for I and it are thine.Thou know’st its story; how for forty days-Weary with sickness and with social haze,(After thy hands and lips with love divineHad somewhat soothed me, made the glory shine,Though with a watery lustre,) more delaysOf blessedness forbid-I took my waysInto a solitude, Invention’s mine;There thought…
I.
Every murmur, through the dark,Stings me with a dull reproofLike a half-extinguished spark.Me! ah me! how came I here,Wide awake and wide alone!Caught within a net of fear,All my dreams undreamed and gone!I will rise; I will go forth.Better dare the hideous night,Better face the freezing northThan be still, where is no light!Black wind rushing…