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Loeffelmann | 2 years ago
Does he not perhaps also live underground when
The day's harmony will be mute to him,
If he can awaken it with gentle care
In the minds of his [own]
[...]
Only he who leaves no legacy of affections
Has little joy of the urn; and if he looks
After the funeral, he sees his spirit
Wander amidst Acheron's lamented temples,
Or seeks shelter under the vast wings
Of God's forgiveness: but his dust
Leaves to the nettles of deserted soil
Where neither the enamored woman prays,
Nor the solitary passer-by hears the sigh
That Nature sends to us from the tomb.
toyg|2 years ago