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In consideration of Schiller's skull

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In the grim charnel house that's where I gazed, as adapted
skull skulls arranged.
the old days I thought that graying.
They stare clamped in a row, which would otherwise be hated
tame and hardy bones, fought deadly
they lying crosswise, all to rest here. Disjointed
shoulder blades! What they wore, no one asks
more active and graceful limbs,
the hand, foot distracted from life apart.
sleeping lay down your weary so vain.
not rest in the grave was left to you; distributed.
Are you up to the light of day again
and no one can love dry skin,
how fine a kernel once concealing. But I was adept
wrote the script,
the sacred meaning not revealed any.

When I invaluable amid a rigid figure,
glorious saw an apparition,
that in the space Moderkält and narrow,
I refreshed free and heat-feeling me
as if a source of life entspränge death
What delighted me mysterious form !
The God intended track, get it!
A look that entranced me to the sea, that
flutend flows increased figures.
secret vessel! Oracles giving.
How am I worth to hold you in my hand?
you treasure most from modernization and devoutly religious
steal in the open air, to open your senses,
to sunlight hin mich wendend.
Was kann der Mensch im Leben mehr gewinnen,
als dass sich Gott-Natur ihm offenbare ?
Wie sie das Feste lässt zu Geist verrinnen,
Wie sie das Geisterzeugte fest bewahre.