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A dream gives what the day wore out; At night, when the conscious will surrenders, Some powers, set free,reach upward, Sensing something godly, and following. The woods rustle, and the stream, and through the night blue sky Of the quick soul, the summer lightning blows. The world and my self, everything Within and without me, grows into one. Clouds drift through my heart, Woods dream my dream, House and pear tree tell me The forgotten story of common childhood. Streams resound and gorges cast shadows in me, The moon, and the faint star, my close friends. But the mild night, That bows with its gentle clouds above me, Has my mother's face, Kisses me, smiling, with inexhaustible love, Shakes her head dreamily As she used to do, and her hair Waves through the world, and within it The thousand stars, shuddering, turn pale. Adagio by Hermann Hesse |
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