Anton Wildgans

(17 April 1881 - 3 May 1932 / Vienna)

Tröstung - Poem by Anton Wildgans

Still — still — still,
Liebes Herz, und lass das Weinen,
Wenn Gott will,
Wird die Sonn' dir wieder scheinen.

Still — still — still,
Liebes Herz, und lass das klagen;
Einmal kommst du doch an's Ziel:
Wenn sie dich zum Friedhof tragen.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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