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THE SCHILLER-HOUSE AT LOSCHWITZ
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THE SCHILLER-HOUSE AT LOSCHWITZ
Two shrivelled oak-leaves of a vanished year
Blown by the breeze into that garden-bower
Where Schiller once sang mightily! His power
Haunts the dim chamber yet, and you may hear,
Outside, a shuddering fountain, no less dear
To the Nine Sisters than Peirene's shower,
Or where the twin Parnassian peaks uptower,
Castalia's murmur, as the god drew near.
Still stands the oak, though its frail honours fell;
Low lies the bard, but from his boughs were shed
Imperishable garlands; it is well:
And, earthward stooping, in my hand I take
The withered emblems, for sweet fancy's sake,
And to leaves living dedicate leaves dead.
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