Uber Allen Gipfellen Ist Ruh

Will you gaze after the dead, gaze into the grave?-- Strain your eyes in the darkness, knowing it vain? Strain your voice in the silence that never gave To any voice of yours an answer again?She whom you loved long years is dead, and you…

His songs were a little phrase Of eternal song, Drowned in the harping of lays More loud and long.His deed was a single word,…

Now when the storms have driven out the cold The Spring comes in with buds in tender sheaf The Spring comes in with buds, the Winter flown, The Winter fled and dead -- the May will fold…

There is no moral to my song, I praise no right, I blame no wrong: I tell of things that I have seen, I show the man that I have been…

With laughing eyes and storm-blown hair You came to my bedside; I thought your living soul was there, And that my dreams had lied;But ere my lips had power to speak…

I.O mocking voice that dost forbid always The poems that would win an easy praise, Favouring with silence but the delicate, strong, True creatures of inspirèd natural song,…

I.(Is truagh gan mise i Sasana) 'Tis a pity I'm not in England, Or with one from Erin thither bound, Out in the midst of the ocean,…

He is dead, and never word of blame Or praise of him his spirit hears, Sacred, secure from cark of fame, From sympathy of useless tears.