Poems (Waldenburg)/Appreciation
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APPRECIATION.HAMMERLING.
Cast not away to the darkness the chalice,
From which the bliss-laden fountain has streamed;
Holy forever to thee be the bosom
Where, in the heaven of love, thou hast dreamed!
From which the bliss-laden fountain has streamed;
Holy forever to thee be the bosom
Where, in the heaven of love, thou hast dreamed!
Though long has passed the wild passion and fever,
Soil not the fountain that cooled thy fierce breath;
Let the wind scatter the withering flower,
He were a wretch who would trample its death.
Soil not the fountain that cooled thy fierce breath;
Let the wind scatter the withering flower,
He were a wretch who would trample its death.
Drink the last drops of joys, once deemed immortal
Grateful as when the first draught filled thy soul;
Wreathing with flowers the heart's closing portal
That gave thee its treasure of trust and of love,
Grateful as when the first draught filled thy soul;
Wreathing with flowers the heart's closing portal
That gave thee its treasure of trust and of love,
Though bliss has vanished, still guard thou 'till dying,
What thou hast joyed in, and what thou hast dreamed;
Cast not away to the darkness the chalice
From which the bliss-laden fountain has streamed!
What thou hast joyed in, and what thou hast dreamed;
Cast not away to the darkness the chalice
From which the bliss-laden fountain has streamed!