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Dawn of Spring
By Hugo von Hofmannsthal (18741929)
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Through desolate trees;
Many a strange thing
Is in his breeze.
Mid tears and care,
And wreathes his fingers
In dishevelled hair.
Acacia bloom
And cools the heads
That burn in the gloom.
Desolate trees
Send the breeze
Shadows flying,
Is wafted light
From whence he came
Since yesternight.
He has caressed,
And waked the beguiling
Meads in his quest.
As a sob and a cry,
And the red dawn was mute
As he flitted by.
Through the murmuring hall,
And blew to its fall
The slender flame.