The night in silence under many a star; The ocean shore, and the husky whispering wave, whose voice I know; And the soul turning to thee, O vast and well-veiled Death, And the body gratefully nestling close to thee. Over the tree-tops I float thee a song! Over the rising and sinking waves-over the myriad fields, and the prairies wide; Over the dense-pack'd cities all, and the teeming wharves and ways, I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee, O Death! Walt Whitman JOY, SHIPMATE, JOY! OY, shipmate, joy! Joy (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,) Walt Whitman UN REQUIEM NDER the wide and starry sky, This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. Robert Louis Stevenson When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill — Bryant The day becomes more solemn and serene In Autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which thro' the Summer is not heard or seen. Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration In the moist breath of decay. Shelley Meredith O wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Shelley AUTUMN HIRT AUF DEM BERGE Ihr sonnigen Weiden! Der Senne muss scheiden, Der Sommer ist hin. Wir fahren zu Berg, wir kommen wieder, Wenn der Kuckuck ruft, wenn erwachen die Lieder, Wenn mit Blumen die Erde sich kleidet neu, Der Sommer ist hin. Friedrich von Schiller AUTUMN FIRES N the other gardens IN And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The gray smoke towers. |