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 world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing—desire. And before it, when it is big, all is little. It brought Columbus across the sea in a little boat, und so weiter." Wunsch made a grimace, took his pupil's hand and drew her toward the grape arbor. "Hereafter I will more speak to you in German. Now, sit down and I will teach you for your birthday that little song. Ask me the words you do not know already. Now: Im leuchtenden Sommermorgen."

Thea memorized quickly because she had the power of listening intently. In a few moments she could repeat the eight lines for him. Wunsch nodded encouragingly and they went out of the arbor into the sunlight again. As they went up and down the gravel paths between the flower-beds, the white and yellow butterflies kept darting before them, and the pigeons were washing their pink feet at the drip and crooning in their husky bass. Over and over again Wunsch made her say the lines to him. "You see it is nothing. If you learn a great many of the Lieder, you will know the German language already. Welter, nun." He would incline his head gravely and listen.

{{block center|{{smaller block| "Im leuchtenden Sommermorgen       Geh' ich im Garten herum;       Es flüstern und sprechen die Blumen,        Ich aber, ich wandte stumm.      "Es flüstern und sprechen die Blumen Und schau'n mitleidig mich an: {{'}}Sei unserer Schwester nicht böse. Du trauriger, blasser Mann!{{'}"

(In the soft-shining summer morning I wandered the garden within.  The flowers they whispered and murmured,  But I, I wandered dumb.

The flowers they whisper and murmur, And me with compassion they scan: "Oh, be not harsh to our sister, Thou sorrowful, death-pale man!") }}}}