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Talon · 04-02-2015, 08:50 AM

The Hunter's Song At Nightfall
~Goethe

My rifle cocked, in savage calm
I prowl the moorland here,
Your face before me everywhere,
Your vivid face, my dear.

You strolled, I'm sure, a sweeter field
In sweeter calm today.
No thought of me, or such a thought
As girls can shrug away.

No thought of one who, vexed and glum,
Has all the world to track.
The roads go east, the roads go west,
But not a road goes back.

And yet to think of you...such peace
Around me settles soon
As if I'm puzzled how my gaze
Were spellbound on the moon.

04-02-2015, 08:50 AM	#645
Talon Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Divine Feminine Preferred Pronoun?: . Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: . Posts: 4,921 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 16,246 Thanked 10,223 Times in 3,305 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	The Hunter's Song At Nightfall ~Goethe My rifle cocked, in savage calm I prowl the moorland here, Your face before me everywhere, Your vivid face, my dear. You strolled, I'm sure, a sweeter field In sweeter calm today. No thought of me, or such a thought As girls can shrug away. No thought of one who, vexed and glum, Has all the world to track. The roads go east, the roads go west, But not a road goes back. And yet to think of you...such peace Around me settles soon As if I'm puzzled how my gaze Were spellbound on the moon.