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ATTA TROLL; A SUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM: CAPUT 3 by HEINRICH HEINE

First Line: SUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM! ALL-FANTASTIC
Last Line: HEARD THOSE SOUNDS IN EARLIER DAYS?
Subject(s): DREAMS; LOVE; SUMMER; NIGHTMARES;

SUMMER-NIGHT'S dream! All-fantastic,
Aimless is my song. Yes, aimless
As our love and as our living,
As Creator and creation!

His own will alone obeying,
Galloping along or flying,
Revels in the realms of fable
My beloved Pegasus.

He's no serviceable, virtuous
Carthorse of the citizens,
Nor a battle-steed of party,
With pathetic neighs and stamping!

Golden-mounted are the hoofs all
Of my white and winged charger,
Cords of pearls the guiding reins are,
And at will I let him wander.

Bear me whereso'er thou wouldest!
Over steep and merry hill-paths,
Where cascades with mournful shrieking
Warn 'gainst madness's abysses!

Bear me on through silent valleys,
Where the solemn oaks are standing,
While primeval sweet traditions
From their knotted roots have birth!

Let me drink there, while I moisten
My dim eyes, -- ah, now I languish
For the sparkling wondrous water
That imparts both sight and knowledge!

All my blindness goes! my gaze
Pierces to the deepest rock-cleft,
To the cave of Atta Troll,
And I understand his language!

Strange 'tis how familiar to me
This bear-language now appeareth!
In my dear home have I never
Heard those sounds in earlier days?



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