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Hermann Allmers (1821–1902)

Alone in the Fields

AMID the high green grass I rest me here,

And gaze into the depths of space unbounded:

The crickets’ music comes from far and near,

By heaven’s blue I’m wondrously surrounded;

The fair white clouds in silence slowly glide

Through deep blue skies, like fair and mute dream-faces:

I feel as if I long ago had died

And float in rapture through eternal spaces.

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