in all the treetops
you feel
barely a breeze;
The birds in the forest have
stopped their song
Wait, before long
you too will be still.
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Lest guests disturb, in wanton play,The silence of the bridal bed.His torch’s pale flame serves to gildThe scene with mystic sacred glow;The room with incense-clouds is fil’d,That ye may perfect rapture know.How beats thy heart, when thou dost hearThe chime that warns thy guests to fly!How glow’st thou for those lips so dear,That soon are…
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He is honour’d, void of blemish.And of justice rigid, stern.Daily from the sacred riverBrings she back refreshments precious;–But where is the pail and pitcher?She of neither stands in need.For with pure heart, hands unsullied,She the water lifts, and rolls itTo a wondrous ball of crystalThis she bears with gladsome bosom,Modestly, with graceful motion,To her husband…
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Then to a flowing stream I ran,–The stream ran past me hastily.There stood I fix’d, in mute despair;My head swam round as in a dream;I well-nigh fell into the stream,And earth seem’d with me whirling there.Sudden I heard a voice that cried–I had just turn’d my face from thence–It was a voice to charm each…