Far on the hill flute-sounds. <br /> <br />Fauns lurk in the marshes, <br /> <br />Where sluggishly the slender nymphs <br /> <br />Rest hidden in reed and seaweed. <br /> <br />In the pond's mirror-glass <br /> <br />Golden butterflies ecstacize, <br /> <br />Quietly an animal with two backs <br /> <br />Moves in the velvety grass. <br /> <br />Sobbing in the birch grove <br /> <br />Orpheus breathes tender love-babble, <br /> <br />Softly and jokingly the nightingales <br /> <br />Join in his song. <br /> <br />Phoebus a flame glows <br /> <br />Still on Aphrodite's mouth, <br /> <br />And drizzled from ambergris scent - <br /> <br />The hour reddens darkly.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/luminous-hour/
