Posted 2/2/2020 5:50 PM (GMT -7)
this reminds me mindfulness. Rather not using mindfulness. Grass greener, you get it.
But we know better have the skill
F. VON SCHILLER
written btw 1789 - 1802
Heavy vapors coldly hover,
Round the vale I cannot flee;
Outlet could I but discover,
Bless'd were escape to me!
Ever green in fair dominion,
Yonder Hill top I survey;
Thither, Could I find the pinion,
Thither, would I wing my way!
Hark! I hear the music ringing
Harmonies of heavenly calm,
And the gentle winds are bringing,
--- Bringing down the balm.
Yonder, Fruits are golden glowing,
Beckoning from the leafy shade,
And The blooms that there are blowing
Never doth The Winter fade.
Beautiful must life be yonder,
Suns eternal there to see,
Airs That on the mountain wander,
Oh, How healing must They be!
Yet before me rolls a river--
Roaringly Its waters roll;
And it's waves, That's swell forever,
Send a horror to my soul.
On the surge a boat is tossing;
But Alas! The pilot fails--
Enter. Enter dare the crossing--
Breath spiritual fills the sails!
Guarantees no gods concede thee;
Safety in believing dwells;
Only miracle can Lead thee
To the land of miracles!
He was not the best of the sort that I like in poets.
However, he does set my mind to pondering at times.
Found a pocket translated edition from german to English dated 1857.
Awfuly good condition. Guess I am not the only one that finds alot of his work flat.
Poor man was sick died at 45 or 47 from TB