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Friedrich Hölderlin (1770–1843)

To the Rose

QUEENLY rose, one mother holds us,

Thee and me, upon her breast;

All-sustaining nature folds us

In eternal arms at rest.

Little rose, our beauties perish;

Storms will strip both thee and me:

But the life seed that we cherish

Still will bud eternally.

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