Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By Song of the EveningGottfried Keller (18191890)
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Leave me yet a while your vision clear,
Welcome many pictures in with cheer—
Sometime soon you will be dark and drear!
Then the soul shall rest—when darkness grows;
Groping, off she strips her shoes and goes
In her coffin black to find repose.
Like two tiny inward stars they beam,
Till they fade and vanish like a dream;
Blown away by moth-wings’ beat they seem.
Only fading stars as friends abide.
Drink, my eyes, whate’er can be espied
Of the glories in this world so wide!