THE MYSTIC TREE
FROM ÖLENSCHLÄGER.
IITS branches up to Heaven a tree is sending,Rare to see,For with flowers, fruit, and seed at once is bendingThat mystic tree.
IITS branches up to Heaven a tree is sending,Rare to see,For with flowers, fruit, and seed at once is bendingThat mystic tree.
IITS branches up to Heaven a tree is sending,Rare to see,For with flowers, fruit, and seed at once is bendingThat mystic tree.
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ITS branches up to Heaven a tree is sending,Rare to see,For with flowers, fruit, and seed at once is bendingThat mystic tree.
Round the giant stem, all rugged, rude, and mossy,Roses twine,And the young flowers veil it with their glossyHues divine.
Round the giant stem, all rugged, rude, and mossy,Roses twine,And the young flowers veil it with their glossyHues divine.
Round the giant stem, all rugged, rude, and mossy,Roses twine,And the young flowers veil it with their glossyHues divine.
Round the giant stem, all rugged, rude, and mossy,Roses twine,And the young flowers veil it with their glossyHues divine.
The leaves rustle thickly, many-formed,So green and bright;The branches spread out broadly to be warmedIn Heaven's light.
The leaves rustle thickly, many-formed,So green and bright;The branches spread out broadly to be warmedIn Heaven's light.
The leaves rustle thickly, many-formed,So green and bright;The branches spread out broadly to be warmedIn Heaven's light.
The leaves rustle thickly, many-formed,So green and bright;The branches spread out broadly to be warmedIn Heaven's light.
Now curve they down, all drooping, to the meadowsAnd cool springs;Now upwards on the blue air fling their shadowsLike seraphs' wings.
Now curve they down, all drooping, to the meadowsAnd cool springs;Now upwards on the blue air fling their shadowsLike seraphs' wings.
Now curve they down, all drooping, to the meadowsAnd cool springs;Now upwards on the blue air fling their shadowsLike seraphs' wings.
Now curve they down, all drooping, to the meadowsAnd cool springs;Now upwards on the blue air fling their shadowsLike seraphs' wings.
Pause ye beneath its golden avalanches—Well it's worth;For when the breath of Heaven stirs the branchesThe fruit falls to earth.
Pause ye beneath its golden avalanches—Well it's worth;For when the breath of Heaven stirs the branchesThe fruit falls to earth.
Pause ye beneath its golden avalanches—Well it's worth;For when the breath of Heaven stirs the branchesThe fruit falls to earth.
Pause ye beneath its golden avalanches—Well it's worth;For when the breath of Heaven stirs the branchesThe fruit falls to earth.
Mocking apes all day there, in their folly,Play antic wiles;All night rest the branches, still and holyAs cathedral aisles.
Mocking apes all day there, in their folly,Play antic wiles;All night rest the branches, still and holyAs cathedral aisles.
Mocking apes all day there, in their folly,Play antic wiles;All night rest the branches, still and holyAs cathedral aisles.
Mocking apes all day there, in their folly,Play antic wiles;All night rest the branches, still and holyAs cathedral aisles.
The nightingale, soft in the moonlight singing,Stops her grief;For the magic tones of Oreads seem ringingFrom every leaf.
The nightingale, soft in the moonlight singing,Stops her grief;For the magic tones of Oreads seem ringingFrom every leaf.
The nightingale, soft in the moonlight singing,Stops her grief;For the magic tones of Oreads seem ringingFrom every leaf.
The nightingale, soft in the moonlight singing,Stops her grief;For the magic tones of Oreads seem ringingFrom every leaf.
The tree is loved by all, but comprehendedScarce by one;Yet each basketh in its glory, many-blended,As 'neath a sun.
The tree is loved by all, but comprehendedScarce by one;Yet each basketh in its glory, many-blended,As 'neath a sun.
The tree is loved by all, but comprehendedScarce by one;Yet each basketh in its glory, many-blended,As 'neath a sun.
The tree is loved by all, but comprehendedScarce by one;Yet each basketh in its glory, many-blended,As 'neath a sun.
Many pause, the bright fruit harvest reaping,Of golden gleam;But he who loveth shadow saith in weeping—Here let me dream.
Many pause, the bright fruit harvest reaping,Of golden gleam;But he who loveth shadow saith in weeping—Here let me dream.
Many pause, the bright fruit harvest reaping,Of golden gleam;But he who loveth shadow saith in weeping—Here let me dream.
Many pause, the bright fruit harvest reaping,Of golden gleam;But he who loveth shadow saith in weeping—Here let me dream.
Lighter spirits, passing, stop where glistenBrightest flowers;While others pause, enchanted, but to listenThe music of its bowers.
Lighter spirits, passing, stop where glistenBrightest flowers;While others pause, enchanted, but to listenThe music of its bowers.
Lighter spirits, passing, stop where glistenBrightest flowers;While others pause, enchanted, but to listenThe music of its bowers.
Lighter spirits, passing, stop where glistenBrightest flowers;While others pause, enchanted, but to listenThe music of its bowers.
And he who nothing loveth goes his way,Unheeding all;But they who love the universe will say—Sing on, JEAN PAUL!
And he who nothing loveth goes his way,Unheeding all;But they who love the universe will say—Sing on, JEAN PAUL!
And he who nothing loveth goes his way,Unheeding all;But they who love the universe will say—Sing on, JEAN PAUL!
And he who nothing loveth goes his way,Unheeding all;But they who love the universe will say—Sing on, JEAN PAUL!