EDITH.
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EDITH,
A TALE OF THE WOODS.[1]
Du Heilige! rufe dein Kind zurück!
Ich habe genossen das irdische Glück,
Ich habe gelebt und geliebet.
Wallenstein.
The woods—oh! solemn are the boundless wood
Of the great Western World, when day declines,
And louder sounds the roll of distant floods,
More deep the rustling of the ancient pines;
When dimness gathers on the stilly air,
And mystery seems o'er every leaf to brood,
Awful it is for human heart to bear
The might and burden of the solitude!
- ↑ Founded on incidents related in an American work, "Sketches of Connecticut."
