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The Bard<br />
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My friends, can you descry that mound of earth<br />
Above clear waters in the shade of trees?<br />
You can just hear the babbling spring against the bank;<br />
You can just feel a breeze that's wafting in the leaves;<br />
A wreath and lyre hang upon the boughs...<br />
Alas, my friends! This mound'ss a grave;<br />
Here earth conceals the ashes of a bard;<br />
Poor bard!<br />
<br />
A gentle soul, a simple heart<br />
He was a sojourner in the world;<br />
He'd barely bloomed, yet lost his taste for life<br />
He craved his end with yearning and excitement;<br />
And early on he met his end,<br />
He found the grave's desired sleep.<br />
Your time was but a moment - a moment sad<br />
Poor bard!<br />
<br />
He sang with tenderness of friendship to his friend, -<br />
His loyal friend cut down in his life's bloom;<br />
He sang of love - but in a doleful voice;<br />
Alas! Of love he knew naught but its woe;<br />
Now all has met with its demise,<br />
Your soul partakes of peace eternal;<br />
You slumber in your silent grave,<br />
Poor bard!<br />
<br />
Here, by this stream one eventide<br />
He sang his doleful farewell song:<br />
"O lovely world, where blossomed I in vain;<br />
Farewell forever; with a soul deceived<br />
For happiness I waited - but my dreams have died;<br />
All's perished; lyre, be still;<br />
To your serene abode, o haste,<br />
Poor bard!<br />
<br />
What's life, when charm is lacking?<br />
To know of bliss, with all the spirit's striving,<br />
Only to see oneself cut off by an abyss;<br />
Each moment to desire and yet fear desiring...<br />
O refuge of vexatious hearts,<br />
O grave, sure path to peace,<br />
When will you call to your embrace<br />
The poor bard?"<br />
<br />
The bard's no more ... his lyre's silent...<br />
All trace of him has disappeared from here;<br />
The hills and valleys mourn;<br />
And all is still ... save zephyrs soft,<br />
That stir the faded wreath,<br />
And waft betimes above the grave,<br />
A woeful lyre responds:<br />
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