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I look at the pale autumnal colors
And my memory whispers something to me…
But can one believe a shadow
That glimmered in a youthful dream?

Was all this real or did I only imagine it?
In hours when old wounds had been forgotten
I sometimes had long reveries
That have now disappeared in the mist.

So I stood alone—without agitation.
I gazed at the mountains in the distance.
And there—on the steep road—
Red dust was already swirling.

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It was sweet to know about the loss
But ridiculous to talk about it.

And having ascended the hill beyond the garden,
They were all gazing into the blue distances.
And with insincere looks on their faces
They all tried to show sorrow.

I await the summons, seek the answer;
The sky grows mute, the earth is silent;
Beyond the yellow field, far away somewhere,
My call awoke for an instant.

From echoes of distant words
From the nighttime sky, from slumbering fields,
I keep imagining the mysteries of the future meeting,
Of encounters clear but momentary.

I wait—and a new trembling seizes me;
The sky is brighter, the silence is deeper…

God! God!
Believe my prayer,
My soul burns in it!

My soul is silent. In the cold sky
The same stars burn for it.
All around the noisy nations shout
About gold or bread…
My soul is silent—it listens to the shouts
And gazes at the distant worlds,
But in two-faced solitude
It is preparing wondrous gifts,
Gifts for its gods,
And silent and in tranquility
It catches with its tireless hearing
The distant call of another soul…

The darkness has descended, pregnant with mists.
The winter night is dim and not foreign to my heart.

I was walking toward bliss. My path was shining
With the red light of the evening dew,
And in my heart a tremulous distant voice
Sang a song of dawn. It sang
A dawn song as the sunset was fading,
The stars were glowing,
And the high seas of the sky
Were burning with the evening purple…
My soul was burning and my voice was singing
Of the dawn at the evening hour.

The moon may shine but the night is dark.