CONSCIOUS ANTICIPATION

Stumbling among boulders and babbling-souls, like stealthy, swift djinns: holy goblins of Alamus - you have been striving in yourself to guard your eternal One-childhood, your playful holy slogans! On the dust of the teutons, ever a secret cradle led the way. And you may have felt that you were happiest when an angel-lady secretly and kindly settled by your side, and soothed your tears with her swan-glasses, and with the whispering glances of Goodness could justly comfort you! 

There should be no sense in it, if rose-petals tremble and fear in the vulnerable petals of the heart; if she should be in constant remorse, if you but feel that you were childishly sincere, and that you were more hurt by the unjust break than she! When he could peacock himself to his heart's content, and when called upon by the kindly public, he would even have plucked his own feathers in a fuss; he would have confessed with his soul on secret telepathy strings, that he alone might hear and understand: in every loser's loser's thundering loser's thundering, the sun must rise for him alone on the martyrs of the vulnerable soul! 

The holy pearl of emeralds cradles a little child in your eyes On the rivers of your shipwrecked soul, Like a dream that is wandering, many, many repressed, romantic dreams, silly longings, float and bleed! - The cage-grid now still many times the bark-maiden rattles, And hesitantly treads on the far uncertain instincts of thy soul! Sometimes it is necessary and necessary that in the sobbing backwaters, while the moon washes its silvery silver lakes with the silvery silver wings of the raven's wings, the One-False, whose happiness is the most important value in every minute, may be by your side!