Der du des Weges kommst, o Wandrer, halt hier Rast,
Bei Waldes Schattenduft und bunter Flur zu Gast.
Die Beere schwillt am Kraut, die Ähre reift zu Brot,
Der Erde jeder Zoll ein huldreich Angebot.
Und hast du tief erschaut dies Werk der Gnadenhand,
So segne still auch du dies schöne deutsche Land.
WORSCHIPPE ye that loveris bene this May,
For of your blisse the Kalendis are begonne,
And sing with us, Away, Winter, away!
Cum, Somer, cum, the suete sesoun and sonne!
Awake for schame! that have your hevynnis wonne,
And amorously lift up your hedis all,
Thank Lufe that list you to his merci call!
Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest.
Translated by Robert Hass
Spring rain:
telling stories,
a straw coat and umbrella walk past
O THE rare spring flowers! take them as they come:
Do not wait forsummer buds—they may never bloom.
Every sweet to-day sends, we are wise to save;
Roses bloom for pulling: the path is to the grave.
Du digted' for Dansken en Sang under Ø,
Den burde hver Dannemand kjende,
Den havde den Skjæbne, den aldrig vil døe,
Med Dig vil det samme vist hænde.
Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er,
And sooner beauty's heavenly smile:
Grant only (and I ask no more),
Let love remain that little while.
"Speech"—is a prank of Parliament—
"Tears"—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn't—always—move—
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament—
'Tears'—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn't—always—move —
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Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The "Undiscovered Continent"—
No Settler had the Mind.
