Please
Send your flames to the spirit, when it endures,
Imprisoned sighs in black midnight,
Near the spring hill, when the gentle lamb
Offers itself, the deepest pain endures;
O love that rises in the heart
Like a round light and endures a soft shape,
So that this earthen vessel breaks.
Georg Trakl
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