Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By AutumnRainer Maria Rilke (18751926)
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As if far gardens in the skies were dying;
They fall, and ever seem to be denying.
Into a starless solitude must fall.
Than all things else; behold, it is in all.
Yet there is One who, utter gentleness,
Holds all this falling in His hands to bless.