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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Dawn of Spring
By Hugo von Hofmannsthal (1874–1929)
 
THERE floats the breath of spring
Through desolate trees;
Many a strange thing
Is in his breeze.
 
He gently lingers        5
Mid tears and care,
And wreathes his fingers
In dishevelled hair.
 
He lavishly spreads
Acacia bloom        10
And cools the heads
That burn in the gloom.
 
Through the sighing
Desolate trees
Send the breeze        15
Shadows flying,
 
And the scent
Is wafted light
From whence he came
Since yesternight.        20
 
Faces smiling
He has caressed,
And waked the beguiling
Meads in his quest.
 
He sped through the flute        25
As a sob and a cry,
And the red dawn was mute
As he flitted by.
 
In silence he came
Through the murmuring hall,        30
And blew to its fall
The slender flame.
 
 
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