Auf Dem Reunstieg
Around me rise the stately firs
Above the mossgrown way;
My step, the only sound that stirs
In all this dubious day,
Deep treads the ancient solitudes
Where, once, to trumpet-sound,
Across the wild Thuringian woods
Princely processions wound.
Above the mossgrown way;
My step, the only sound that stirs
In all this dubious day,
Deep treads the ancient solitudes
Where, once, to trumpet-sound,
Across the wild Thuringian woods
Princely processions wound.
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