Your little sister
Has tossed her
Untied hair forward
Like a living veil,
Like a fragrant hedge,
And peers, with such eyes!
Through a fragrant veil,
Through a dark hedge ...
How sweet it is to only
Think of such little things.

Fruits have ripened
On all the longing branches
In your nightly garden,
Chinese lanterns like red fruits
Sway and illuminate
The longing branches
Rustled by the night wind
In your little garden ...

How sweet it is to only
Think of such little things.

Author: Hugo von Hofmannsthal

Your little sister<br />Has tossed her <br />Untied hair forward<br />Like a living veil,<br />Like a fragrant hedge,<br />And peers, with such eyes!<br />Through a fragrant veil,<br />Through a dark hedge ...<br />How sweet it is to only<br />Think of such little things.<br /><br />Fruits have ripened<br />On all the longing branches <br />In your nightly garden,<br />Chinese lanterns like red fruits<br />Sway and illuminate<br />The longing branches<br />Rustled by the night wind<br />In your little garden ...<br /><br />How sweet it is to only<br />Think of such little things. - Hugo von Hofmannsthal

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