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Poems (Toke)/Thekla's song

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by Emma Toke
Thekla's song
4623830Poems — Thekla's songEmma Toke
THEKLA'S SONG. (From the German of Schiller.)
THE clouds gather fast, the oak woods roar,
The damsel paces the green of the shore;
The billows are breaking with might, with might,
And she pours forth her voice on the darksome night.
  Her soul with sorrow is moved:—
"The heart is dead, and the world is drear,
There is nothing remains to live for here;
Take home thy little one, Holiest, now,
I have tasted the sweetest of things below,
  For I have both lived and loved!"

E.

February 10, 1836.