Flecked with golden pears
And countless roses
The land ends in the sea.
In the water's mirror
Godly swans, love-drunk,
Dunk their crowns
Into the cold, sobering stream.
Where, say, will there be
Sunshine and glinting roses
When snow whitens the land?
And where summer shadow
When ramparts stand
Cold and banners
Luff emptily in the wind?
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