REQUIESCAT

by Oscar Wilde TREAD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.
Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.
Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone
She is at rest.
Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

DES MENSCHEN SEELE UND DER TAUTROPFEN

von Wilhelm Müller

An des Lebens voller Blüte hängt des Menschen Seele fest,
Wie des Taues Perlentropfen in der Rose süßem Nest.
Aber wann er auf die Erde mit den welken Blättern sinkt,
Folgt er gern dem Strahl der Sonne, der ihn liebend in sich trinkt.