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A MEMORY AT THE MÄNNLICHEN
MARGARET
Why should I mourn or nurse a bitter smart
Because no more she doth companion me?
Through the dark pines her sunny face I see,
Her laughter from the wild rock seems to start;
Here at the Männlichen her childish heart
Made winter spring, she sought the flowers with glee,
Crocus and gentian and anemone,
Of the live air her spirit's joy was part—
Because no more she doth companion me?
Through the dark pines her sunny face I see,
Her laughter from the wild rock seems to start;
Here at the Männlichen her childish heart
Made winter spring, she sought the flowers with glee,
Crocus and gentian and anemone,
Of the live air her spirit's joy was part—
Yea, still is part; although her feet are gone
To fairer heights where only angels are,
Her presence haunts the mountain path to-day;
Her gladness on this upland lingers on,
And not a gentian cup nor crocus star
But shines more bright, because she passed this way.
To fairer heights where only angels are,
Her presence haunts the mountain path to-day;
Her gladness on this upland lingers on,
And not a gentian cup nor crocus star
But shines more bright, because she passed this way.
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