(Das Land ist licht und dunkel ist die Laube - Rilke)
The land is light, but dark the arbour
Your face broken with hair, your hands
Curled in your lap, you sleep under greenery
The morning has stopped, do not fear
That I will ever leave your shadow, let me
While in the coolness, here and eternal.
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