Margarete Münsterberg, ed., trans. A Harvest of German Verse. 1916.
By Voice in DarknessRichard Dehmel (18631920)
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I want to know what it may be.
The wind is angry with the night—
The wind will always moan at night.
’Tis in my ear my blood that moans—
My blood, forsooth.
My blood is tranquil like the night.
I think a heart must moan somewhere.