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Sudden Hope

Translation of Ludwig Lewisohn

OVER this our love is wound

Many-branched a weeping willow,

Night and shadow are our pillow

And our foreheads touch the ground.

We sit silent, sombre, darkling.

Once a river here rushed by,

Once we saw the starlight sparkling.

Are we stricken by a blight?

Hark—from the cathedral high

Choral bells … and love … and night.