Translations. - The Grave. (From Von Salis-Seewis.)
The grave is deep and soundless, Its brink is ghastly lone; With veil all dark and boundless It hides a land unknown. The nightingale's sweet closes Down there come not at all; And friendship's withered roses On the mossy hillock fall. Their hands young brides forsaken Wring bleeding there in vain; The cries of orphans waken No answer to their pain. Yet nowhere else for mortals Dwells their implored repose; Through none but those dark portals Home to his rest man goes. The poor heart, here for ever By storm on storm beat sore, Its true peace gaineth never But where it beats no more.
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