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1827

16.

Friedrich Rückert

Da zur Ruhe Himmel, Erd' und Fluten gingen, Ungestüm, was pochst du nur? Schämest du dich nicht, die Störung, Herz, zu bringen In den Frieden der Natur!

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16. · Friedrich Rückert · Poetry Cove