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The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun
The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
"Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?"
"Because, sir, love is sweet!"
We are the flower, Thou the sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee,--
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's possibility!
By: Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Der Kuß im Traume
Es
hat ein Kuß mir Leben eingehaucht,
Gestillet meines Busens tiefstes Schmachten,
Komm, Dunkelheit! mich traulich zu umnachten,
Daß neue Wonne meine Lippe saugt.
In
Träume war solch Leben eingetaucht,
Drum leb' ich, ewig Träume zu betrachten,
Kann aller andern Freuden Glanz verachten
Weil nur die Nacht so süßen Balsam haucht.
Der Tag ist karg an liebesüßen Wonnen,
Es schmerzt mich seines Lichtes eitles Prangen
Und mich verzehren seiner Sonne Gluthen.
Drum birg dich Aug' dem Glanze irrd'scher Sonnen!
Hüll' dich in Nacht, sie stillet dein Verlangen
Und heilt den Schmerz, wie Lethes kühle Fluthen.
Karoline von Günderrode
(1780-1806)
Among the mind's
powers is one that comes of itself
to many children
and artists.
It need not be lost, to the end of his days,
by anyone
who has ever had it.
This is the power of taking delight in a thing,
or
rather in anything, not as a means to some other end,
but just because of what it is.
A child in the full health of his mind
will put his hand flat on the
summer lawn,
feel it, and give a little shiver of
private glee
at the elastic firmness of the globe.
Charles
Edward Montague (1867-1928)
English novelist and essayist
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