The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz
At Loschwitz above the cityThe air is sunny and chill;The birch-trees and the pine-treesGrow thick upon the hill.
Lone and tall, with silver stem,A birch-tree stands apart;The passionate wind of spring-timeStirs in its leafy heart.
I lean against the birch-tree,My arms around it twine;It pulses, and leaps, and quivers,Like a human heart to mine.
One moment I stand, then suddenLet loose mine arms that cling:O God! the lonely hillside,The passionate wind of spring!
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