When snow falls against the window, <br />Long sounds the evening bell... <br />For so many has the table <br />Been prepared, the house set in order. <br /> <br />From their wandering, many <br />Come on dark paths to this gateway. <br />The tree of grace is flowering in gold <br />Out of the cool sap of the earth. <br /> <br />In stillness, wanderer, step in: <br />Grief has worn the threshold into stone. <br />But see: in pure light, glowing <br />There on the table: bread and wine.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-evening/
