| Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888. | | | | To Schelling | | By August Graf von Platen-Hallermünde (1796–1835) |
| | Anonymous Translation
With a Volume of Poems
IS he not also Beauty’s sceptre bearing, | |
| Who holds in Truth’s domain the kingly right? | |
| Thou seëst in the Highest both unite, | |
| Like long-lost melodies together pairing. | |
| Thou wilt not scorn the dainty, motley band, | 5 |
| With clang of foreign music hither faring, | |
| A little gift for thee from Morning-land,— | |
| Thou wilt discern the beauty they are wearing. | |
| Among the flowers, forsooth, of distant valleys, | |
| I hover like the butterfly, that clings | 10 |
| To summer-sweets and with a trifle dallies:— | |
| But thou dost dip thy holy, honeyed wings, | |
| Beyond the margin of the world’s flower-chalice, | |
| Deep, deep into the mystery of things. | | | | |
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