The longing flames in their nightly glance <br />Toward that homeland they never find. <br />So they drift in an unfortunate fate, <br />That only melancholy may fathom completely. <br /> <br />The clouds lead their ways, <br />A migration of birds may sometimes escort them, <br />Until it loses their track in the evening, <br />And the wind sometimes carries an Ave of bells <br /> <br />In their camp's star-loneliness, <br />So that their songs swell more longing <br />And sob from inherited curse and suffering, <br />That no stars of hope softly illuminate.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gipsy-2/
