Whither?
(To a Young Girl) Say whither, whither, pretty one? The hour is young at present! How hushed is all the world around! Ere dawn--the streets hold not a sound. O whither, whither do you run? Sleep at this hour is pleasant. The flowers are dreaming, dewy-wet; The bird-nests they are silent yet. Where to, before the rising sun The world her light is giving? "To earn a living." O whither, whither, pretty child, So late at night a-strolling? Alone--with darkness round you curled? All rests!--and sleeping is the world. Where drives you now the wind so wild? The midnight bells are tolling! Day hath not warmed you with her light; What aid can'st hope then from the night? Night's deaf and blind!--Oh whither, child, Light-minded fancies weaving? "To earn a living."
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"(To a Young Girl)..."
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