Derweil so summbt den Feldrain lang
der Bihngens leiser Sommer-Sang!
Horch drümb wahs mein Staub dir spricht:
So vihl Gold hat Ophir nicht
alhs in ihrem Munde
die flüchtige Secunde.
O Adame o Eve
Vita somnium breve!
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