Thoughts in a Tranquil Night
Athwart the bed
I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
So Bright, so cold, so frail,
That for a space it gleams
Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.
I raise my head,
The splendid moon I see
I droop my head,
And to dreams of --
My Fatherland, of thee!
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