Poems (Sharpless)/Uhland's Death of a Country Pastor
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UHLAND'S DEATH OF A COUNTRY PASTOR[Translated April 7, 1892.]
If unto parted souls the power remain,
Back to their earthly haunts to turn again,
Not in the moonlit shadows wouldst thou come,
When woe and longing only watch in gloom:
Ah, no! but when some summer day shall dawn
With not a cloud in the wide blue of morn,
When the tall harvest nods in golden sheen
And blue and scarlet blossoms peep between,
Then thro' the meadows thou wilt walk once more,
And greet the reapers kindly as of yore.
Back to their earthly haunts to turn again,
Not in the moonlit shadows wouldst thou come,
When woe and longing only watch in gloom:
Ah, no! but when some summer day shall dawn
With not a cloud in the wide blue of morn,
When the tall harvest nods in golden sheen
And blue and scarlet blossoms peep between,
Then thro' the meadows thou wilt walk once more,
And greet the reapers kindly as of yore.