| 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. | |
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| Amid the thyme she’s sitting, | 5 |
| Within the fragrance rare, | |
| While bluish flies are flitting | |
| And gleaming through the air. | |
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| The forest is so silent, | |
| So wise and keen her glance; | 10 |
| And round her brown hair curling | |
| The glowing sunbeams dance. | |
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| 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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