Immaculate Conception
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Sadakichi Hartmann
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A maiden flower stands lonesome on a vast and
desolate plain, in trembling fear that
her longings for life and love prove vain.
But the passing breeze takes pity, it embraces
some flowering plant and carries its golden
riches to the bride of the desolate land.
Windstirred she tosses her clustering hair to the
dust of golden glow, and flower-starred with
the waxing morn the desolate meadows grow.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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