Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
Once Spring was here with joy and all was fair,
Among the trees but Summer drowsing by the stream
Heard trembling in her heart the secret player,
Pipe out beyond the tangle of her forest dream:
The long-drawn tune that elvish voices made
Foreseeing Winter through the leafy glade
The late flowers nodding on the ruined walls,
Then stooping heard afar that haunting flute
Beyond the sunny aisles and tree-propped halls,
For thin and clear and cold the note
As strand of silver glass remote.