With its yellow pears <br />And wild roses everywhere <br />The shore hangs into the lake, <br />O gracious swans, <br />And drunk with kisses <br />You dip your heads <br />In the sobering holy water. <br /> <br />Ah, where will I find <br />Flowers, come winter, <br />And where the sunshine <br />And shade of the earth ? <br />Walls stand cold <br />And speechless, in the wind <br />The wheathervanes creak.<br /><br />Friedrich Holderlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-of-life/
