Poems by Friedrich Rückert
A Parable
... Grew where the o'erhanging rocks were piled ...
Murmur Not
... Say not love hath turned his back, and left thee bleeding-- ...
At Forty Years
... When thou think'st it least, the destined end is nigh thee-- ...
Chidher
... "How long," I asked, "has this town been there ...
Invitation
... Thou woundst the breast ...
Barbarossa
... And once a page he beckons beckons-- ...
Evening Song
... I mark'd how it hung o'er the woodland ...
The Spring of Love
... 'Tis my pen that speaks, though ne'er ...
He Came To Meet Me
... Half-way both met, in bliss and wonder! ...
Before The Doors
... But still--in the grave--there's room for more ...
From My Childhood Days
... Ah, the dear old place--ah, the dear old place * * * ...
