Food fresh, new blood
I suction out free world:
As nature is so kind and good,
The holding me to her bosom!
The wave our lap my Kahn
Rhythm of the oars up,
And mountains, cloudy skyward,
Meet our course.
Sep, my eyes, why you sink down?
Golden dreams, her again?
Way you dream! so golden you are:
Here is love and life.
flashing on the shaft
Floating one thousand stars,
Soft drink fog
The towering distance;
Morning breeze umflügelt
The shaded bay,
And mirrored in the lake
The ripening fruit.
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