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Romance in the Night
By, Georg Trakl
The lonely one under the tent of stars
Goes through the still midnight.
The boy woozily awakes out of dreams,
His countenance decays grey in moon.
The foolish woman with unbound hair weeps
By the window's gazing trellis.
On the pond passing by in sweet journey
Lovers drift most wonderfully.
The murderer smiles palely in wine,
Death's horror grips the sick.
Excoriated and naked, the nun prays
Before the Savior's agony on the cross.
The mother sings quietly in sleep.
Peacefully the child looks into the night
With eyes that are completely truthful.
In the whorehouse laughter rings.
By candlelight down in the cellar hole
The dead one paints with white hand
A grinning silence on the wall.
The sleeper whispers still.
