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Sebastian in Dream
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The elder full of fruit; calmly childhood
dwelled
In a blue cave. Over the bygone path
Where brownish the wild grass now swishes,
Silent branches ponder; the rustle of
leaves
Like when blue water sounds in stone.
The blackbirds' lament is soft. A shepherd
Follows the sun speechlessly, that rolls
down the autumnal hill.
A blue moment is only more soul.
Along the forest edge a shy deer appears
and peacefully
The old bells and sinister hamlets rest in
the valley.
More devoutly you know the meaning of the
dark years,
Coolness and autumn in lonely rooms;
And shining footsteps ring forth in holy
blueness.
Quietly an open window rattles; tears flow
At the sight of the decayed cemetery by
the hill,
Memories of retold legends; but the soul
sometimes brightens
When it thinks glad people, dark-gold
spring days.
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