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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans.  A Harvest of German Verse.  1916.
 
In the Wood (From “Immensee”)
By Theodor Storm (1817–1888)
 
THE WIND upon the hillside
Is hushed—the air is mild.
And here the boughs are drooping;
Beneath them sits the child.
 
Amid the thyme she’s sitting,        5
Within the fragrance rare,
While bluish flies are flitting
And gleaming through the air.
 
The forest is so silent,
So wise and keen her glance;        10
And round her brown hair curling
The glowing sunbeams dance.
 
I hear the cuckoo’s laughter—
And through my spirit flies
The thought that she has truly        15
The wood-queen’s golden eyes.
 
 
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