To Lucifer
Lend your flame to the spirit, glowing gloom;
Sighing the head rises into midnight,
At the greening spring hill; where before
A gentle lamb bled, endured the deepest
Pain; but the dark one follows the shadow
Of evil, or he lifts the moist wings
To the golden disk of the sun and a sound of bells
Convulses his pain-torn breast,
Wild hope; the sinisterness of flaming fall.
poem by Georg Trakl
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