Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By Moonlight NightRainer Maria Rilke (18751926)
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And mild as if all fairy tales were there;
The hours fall from the steeple in a swoon,
As if into some deep and hidden lair.—
A murmur and a rustling round the pond,
Then silence hangs but empty in the air;
And then a violin (God knows from where)
Awakes and says quite tranquilly:
A blonde—