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Seele und Leib

Душа и тело

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Ueber die Stadt sich dunkle Stille legt,
Allmaehlich legt sich das Gewimmel,
Doch, meine Seele, schweigst Du unentwegt,
Erbarm" Dich stummer Seelen, Herr im Himmel.

Und meine Seele gab mir die Antwort,
Als ob aus der Ferne Harfen klangen:
"Wofuer bin ich an diesem fremden Ort
Im elendigen Menschenleib gefangen?

Die toerichste, mein Haus ich verliess,
Von einem fremden Glanz verblendet,
Und diese Erde wurde mein Verlies
Und Eisen ward, worin Gefangner endet.

Ach, Eure Liebe lernte hassen ich,
Die ueble Kraft, die hierzulande waltet
Die immerzu umnebelt, truebt das Licht
Der fremden Welt, die einst so wohlgestaltet.

Und wenn mir doch noch eine Bindung gilt
An jene Sternenwelt, die ich verloren,
Dann ist es Trauer, mein treues Schild,
Zu Eis erstarrtes Leid, das ich erkoren."

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