von Eichendorff: Moonlit
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a version
As if heaven
gave earth
a silent
shimmering
kiss
it can only
dream of—
through fields
air gently
moved
the moving
grain and woods
rustled alive
unanxious in
starclear night.
And something
like a soul
(my soul?) spread
tense wings
and flew
through
silent lands
it flew
as if flying home
and home
were someplace
still
it had
never been
it had
never
been there
yet somehow
knew.
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