(_From the German of Fritz Schnack_)
The light,
Flows spring-like out of the night,
And the big splashing wave
Spreads over the earth’s surface ...
White villas glisten in the light
Glowing all around with red roses;
Laughing young beauty blooms
On every threshold ...
At a distance I stand and watch
And think: whoever thus can build ...
And longingly go my way.