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To Schelling

By August, Graf von Platen (1796–1835)

From Longfellow’s ‘Poets and Poetry of Europe’: Anonymous translation

IS he not also Beauty’s sceptre bearing,

Who holds in Truth’s domain the kingly right?

Thou seest in the Highest both unite,

Like long-lost melodies together pairing.

Thou wilt not scorn the dainty motley band,

With clang of foreign music hither faring,

A little gift for thee, from Morning Land;

Thou wilt discern the beauty they are wearing.

Among the flowers, forsooth, of distant valleys,

I hover like the butterfly, that clings

To summer sweets and with a trifle dallies;

But thou dost dip thy holy, honeyed wings,

Beyond the margin of the world’s flower-chalice,

Deep, deep into the mystery of things.