At my windows the night weeps -
The night is mute, the wind probably weeps,
The wind, like a lost child -
What is it that makes him weep so?
O poor Melusine!
Like fire her hair blows in the storm,
Like fire passing clouds, and laments -
There for you, you poor maiden,
My heart speaks a still night prayer!
O poor Melusine!
Melusine
Georg Trakl
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Poem topics: child, hair, heart, lost, storm, prayer, fire, wind, night, poor, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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