| Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916. | | | | To a Deceased | | By Theodor Storm (1817–1888) |
| | | BUT this is more than I can bear, | |
| That still the laughing sun is bright, | |
| As in the days when you were there, | |
| That clocks are striking, unaware, | |
| And mark the change of day and night— | 5 |
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| That we, as twilight dims the air, | |
| Assemble when the day is done, | |
| And that the place where stood your chair | |
| Already many others share, | |
| And that you seem thus missed by none; | 10 |
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| When meanwhile, from the gate below, | |
| The narrow strips of moonlight spare | |
| Into your vault down deeply go, | |
| And with a ghostly pallid glow | |
| Are stealing o’er your coffin there. | 15 | | | |
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