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BY THE SCHLUCHSEE.
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Grey twilight out of the ForestComes flying on downy wings,
The bats fly forth to meet her
With petulant twitterings.
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The gathering dews are bendingThe long grass drowsily,
In meadows left by the mower
This night for the moths and me.
3
The beautiful moths come hoveringLike restless ghosts in white,
The fond white moths fly trooping
To burn at my bed-room light.
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Soft night sinks down on the Forest,I sink on my Gasthof bed,
And sigh for some splendid candle
To burn my wings at instead.
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