There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Buch Der Lieder: Lyrisches Intermezzo: ‘Es liegt der heisse Sommer’ There lies the heat of summer On your cheek’s lovely art: There lies the cold of winter Within your little heart. That will change, beloved, The end not as the… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
