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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

After the Hunt

By Detlev von Liliencron (1844–1909)

Translation of Ludwig Lewisohn

TIRED and thirsty, weary of the way,

I seek the forest inn that is my own:

Rifle and cap upon a bench I lay,

Beside the water-pail my dog lies prone.

The inn’s young mistress, in the dying day

Stands still as one from whom all joy has flown:

Then she smiles shyly and half turns away—

The guests’ departure leaves us soon alone.