[135] Those who have lived in dreams see when awake
The spectre of the glories they forsake
For earth and grief · and weeping silently
They fill their hours with fading memory
Of the blue region where with gentle pace
The gold winged children wander to embrace
The trembling weary souls free from their jail
Who turn the first amazed looks shy and frail
In the bright land of Wonder ... so beguile
The dark truth · fellow-prisoners! of a smile
A shadow still remains though your two lives
Again lie fettered in the poisonous air –
A glance that your cold desert's hope revives
And pale and sudden beams that kiss thy hair.
Englische Fassung des Gedichts ›Teppich‹