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 RICHARD DEHMEL (1863- )

THROUGH THE NIGHT

UT ever you, this sombre you, Through all the night this hollow soaring Of sound — and through the wires a roaring ; The homeward road my steps pursue.

And pace for pace this sombre you, As if from pole to pole 'twere soaring; Of thousand w^ords I hear a roaring, And dumb my homeward road pursue.

FROM AN OPPRESSED HEART

And still the roses gleam for me, The sombre leaves their tremor keep; Here in the grass I wake from sleep. I long for thee, For now the midnight is so deep.

The moon's behind the garden-gate. Her light o 'erflows the lake with gloss, And silently the willows wait. On clover damp my limbs I toss ; And never was my love so great !

So well I ne'er before had known When I embraced thy shoulder dear. Thy inmost self felt blindly near. Why thou, when I had overflown, Wouldst moan so from a heart of fear.

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