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Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.

By Moonlight Night

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926)

SOUTH German night, spread out beneath the moon,

And mild as if all fairy tales were there;

The hours fall from the steeple in a swoon,

As if into some deep and hidden lair.—

A murmur and a rustling round the pond,

Then silence hangs but empty in the air;

And then a violin (God knows from where)

Awakes and says quite tranquilly:

A blonde—