DOI Artikel:
Symons, Arthur: Credo
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.27812#0053
By Arthur Symons
For of our time we lose so large a part
In serious triAes, and so oft let slip
The wine of every moment at the lip
Its moment, and the moment of the heart.
We are awake so little on the earth,
And we shall sleep so long, and rise so late,
If there is any knocking at that gate
Which is the gate of death, the gate of birth.
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For of our time we lose so large a part
In serious triAes, and so oft let slip
The wine of every moment at the lip
Its moment, and the moment of the heart.
We are awake so little on the earth,
And we shall sleep so long, and rise so late,
If there is any knocking at that gate
Which is the gate of death, the gate of birth.
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