Der goldene Spiegel

Erzählungen in einem Rahmen
Autor: Wassermann, Jakob 1873-1934, Erscheinungsjahr: 1912
Jakob Wassermann widmete dieses Buch seiner Frau.

O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm-tops ’mong the freezing stars,
To thee the Spring will be a harvest time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phoebus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn,
O fret not after knowledge, I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge, I have none
And yet the evening listens.
He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.