Wie die Sterne matter blinken
In die morgenrothe Fluth,
Sieht sie fern die Berge sinken,
Flammend steigt die hehre Gluth,
Ueber'm Spiegel trunkner Wellen
Rauschender die Seegel schwellen.
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Die Brautfahrt . · Joseph von Eichendorff · Poetry Cove