. The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature. N the woods is a village smallLying in the sunshines gold,By the hill-side house, the last of all,Sits a woman old, so old. She sits and spins no more,Her thread slips to her thinks on the days of yoreAnd sinks into slumber sweet. Noon-day steals with quiet deepOer the glimmering green, and nowEven thrush and cricket sleepAnd the steer before the plough. All at once theyre marching by,Gleaming the woods along,Ahead of the soldiers flyDrum-beats and fifes gay song. And to the song of Bli
. The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature. N the woods is a village smallLying in the sunshines gold,By the hill-side house, the last of all,Sits a woman old, so old. She sits and spins no more,Her thread slips to her thinks on the days of yoreAnd sinks into slumber sweet. Noon-day steals with quiet deepOer the glimmering green, and nowEven thrush and cricket sleepAnd the steer before the plough. All at once theyre marching by,Gleaming the woods along,Ahead of the soldiers flyDrum-beats and fifes gay song. And to the song of Bliicher brave,** Theyre here! cries the village gay,And all the little maidens waveAnd the boys cry out: Hurrah! God bless the harvest all the wide world Emperors soldiers boldThe fields are marching through! • Translator: Margarete Munaterberg.[308]. ARNO HOLZ ARNO HOLZ: POEMS 309 Turning round by the hill-side near,Where the last house seems to smile,See, the first in the woods disappear,And the old woman wakes meanwhile. So heavy her heart is growing In deepest reverie, Her tears are flowing, flowing:** Like one of these was he. OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM {1865- ) ENOUGH*
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