An old path goes along <br /> <br />Near wild gardens and lonesome walls. <br /> <br />Thousand-year-old yews shudder <br /> <br />In the rising falling chant of the wind. <br /> <br />The moths dance as if they would die soon, <br /> <br />My glance drinks weeping the shadows and lights. <br /> <br />Far away women's faces float <br /> <br />Ghostly painted in the blue. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A smile trembles in the sunshine, <br /> <br />Meanwhile I slowly stride on; <br /> <br />Unending love gives escort. <br /> <br />Quietly the hard rock greens.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/along-walls/
