Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888.
To SchellingAugust Graf von Platen-Hallermünde (17961835)
Anonymous Translation
With a Volume of Poems
With a Volume of Poems
I
Who holds in Truth’s domain the kingly right?
Thou seëst in the Highest both unite,
Like long-lost melodies together pairing.
Thou wilt not scorn the dainty, motley band,
With clang of foreign music hither faring,
A little gift for thee from Morning-land,—
Thou wilt discern the beauty they are wearing.
Among the flowers, forsooth, of distant valleys,
I hover like the butterfly, that clings
To summer-sweets and with a trifle dallies:—
But thou dost dip thy holy, honeyed wings,
Beyond the margin of the world’s flower-chalice,
Deep, deep into the mystery of things.