| Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916. | | | | Letters from the Beloved | | By Wilhelm Jensen (1837–1911) |
| | | AH, your too cool letters, dear, | |
| Make me think of some cool spring: | |
| From the depth, translucent, clear | |
| Leaps the water, murmuring. | |
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| Babbling, bubbling wavelets splash, | 5 |
| Dancing downward from the height; | |
| Flickerings of light they flash, | |
| Making all the pebbles bright. | |
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| There’s a rushing, speeding on, | |
| There’s a restless tearing past, | 10 |
| Pearling bubbles soon are gone, | |
| Broken and dissolved too fast. | |
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| Yet, while waves are tumbling by— | |
| Under boulders, here and there, | |
| Placid pools of water lie, | 15 |
| Each within a sombre lair. | |
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| There arise strange, magic gleams, | |
| Green and golden from the deep: | |
| In the hidden pools, it seems, | |
| Ah—some miracle must sleep. | 20 | | | |
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