Serendipoetry
In The Morning
With dew the lawn is glistening; more nimbly now,
Awake, the stream speeds onward; the beech inclines
Her limber head and in the leaves a
Rustle, a glitter begins; and round the
Grey cloud-banks there a flicker of reddish flames,
Prophetic ones, flares up and in silence plays;
Like breakers by the shore they billow
Higher and higher, the ever-changing.
Now come, O come, and not too impatiently,
You golden day, speed on to the peaks of heavens!
For more familiar and more open,
Glad one, my vision flies up towards you
While youthful in your beauty you gaze and have
Not grown too glorious, dazzling and proud for me;
Speed as you will, I'd say, if only
I could go with you, divinely ranging!
But at my happy arrogance now you smile,
That would be like you; rather, then, rambler, bless
My mortal acts, and this day also,
Kindly one, brighten my quiet pathway.
-- Friedrich Holderlin
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