Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By Letters from the BelovedWilhelm Jensen (18371911)
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Make me think of some cool spring:
From the depth, translucent, clear
Leaps the water, murmuring.
Dancing downward from the height;
Flickerings of light they flash,
Making all the pebbles bright.
There’s a restless tearing past,
Pearling bubbles soon are gone,
Broken and dissolved too fast.
Under boulders, here and there,
Placid pools of water lie,
Each within a sombre lair.
Green and golden from the deep:
In the hidden pools, it seems,
Ah—some miracle must sleep.