waking on a summer morning

Break out from your slumber, throw off you sorrow

Ah, what you suffered, it was only a dream.

Climb the hill, and see how morning

Borders the night sky with purple.

The stars grow pale; full of joy and reference

The singing lark articulates the morning prayer,

The shadows flee from the face of the sun,

Who begins her restless march of triumph.

 

~Theodor Fontane (1819-98), Germany

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