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Dass Vögel sind!
Füsschen im Schnee!
Federn um Gesang
Kleiner Ball voll Gefühl.
Von Sehnsucht geschleudert
Aus einer Welt in die andre,
Von einem Klima zum andern.
Dass Vögel sind! Ziehende Vögel,
Rührend klein vor dem grossen Raum,
zarter Flug um Gott.
Wie möchte man knien
weil Vögel sind!
~ Claire Goll ~
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats ~