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A Prahlerei.
If shone ten times more graciously That stately form in you , More tenderly , more wistfully , That eye of heavenly blue . And art thou cold t—0 proud , proud heart , Far colder stiE am I
, If gleamed ten tunes more gleamingly Thy face , as mom flits by . Though even Avere it mightier Thy long eyelashes' play , Or brighter and more Spring-featured The fairy-show fades away .
And as I Avrote these rhymes of mine , Then I kneAV not the reason Avh y ; And as I spoke of pride ancl coldness I Avas dumb Avithout reply . I ' m sent to my knees Avith terror By a look , a word , to-day . So cold remain , so proud remain , But drive me not aAvay .
I Would I Were A Poet.
I WOULD I WERE A POET .
I AVOULD I Avere a poet—A poet of lasting fame : The floAvers , Avhich are my songlets , I give unto thy name . Upon my Avreaths of poesy Thy feet shaE Avander UOAV ;
The spirit of my dreamings Greets thee Avith kneeling vow . To thee they must do homage , And find their Queen in thee . I Avould I were a Poet—Alas . ' that cannot he !
Germania.
GERMANIA .
LAND of the sword and land of ri ght ! Land of poesy , laud of light ! Land of the true and the free ! Land of the Eagle and the Lion ! Land near to death thou seem ' st to be—Look to thyself , 0 Germany !
0 Rulers cradle !—near and far Ferments in thee the Burgher war : In thee a thousand voices cry—A thousand spears are brandished : In feverish dreams , alas ! you lie—Arouse ! arouse ! 0 Germany !
Gentle whispers , anger-loud , Lies that crush in their dim cloud ; In the dust lies modesty , And doubt destroys faith ' s gentle dove . Ever No , and never Yea—Say Yes now , 0 Germany !
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A Prahlerei.
If shone ten times more graciously That stately form in you , More tenderly , more wistfully , That eye of heavenly blue . And art thou cold t—0 proud , proud heart , Far colder stiE am I
, If gleamed ten tunes more gleamingly Thy face , as mom flits by . Though even Avere it mightier Thy long eyelashes' play , Or brighter and more Spring-featured The fairy-show fades away .
And as I Avrote these rhymes of mine , Then I kneAV not the reason Avh y ; And as I spoke of pride ancl coldness I Avas dumb Avithout reply . I ' m sent to my knees Avith terror By a look , a word , to-day . So cold remain , so proud remain , But drive me not aAvay .
I Would I Were A Poet.
I WOULD I WERE A POET .
I AVOULD I Avere a poet—A poet of lasting fame : The floAvers , Avhich are my songlets , I give unto thy name . Upon my Avreaths of poesy Thy feet shaE Avander UOAV ;
The spirit of my dreamings Greets thee Avith kneeling vow . To thee they must do homage , And find their Queen in thee . I Avould I were a Poet—Alas . ' that cannot he !
Germania.
GERMANIA .
LAND of the sword and land of ri ght ! Land of poesy , laud of light ! Land of the true and the free ! Land of the Eagle and the Lion ! Land near to death thou seem ' st to be—Look to thyself , 0 Germany !
0 Rulers cradle !—near and far Ferments in thee the Burgher war : In thee a thousand voices cry—A thousand spears are brandished : In feverish dreams , alas ! you lie—Arouse ! arouse ! 0 Germany !
Gentle whispers , anger-loud , Lies that crush in their dim cloud ; In the dust lies modesty , And doubt destroys faith ' s gentle dove . Ever No , and never Yea—Say Yes now , 0 Germany !