LINES WRITTEN ON A PAGE OF A YOUNG GIRL’S ALBUM
AT RAGATZ, AUGUST 1889.
Just as a dream of music never heard
May charm our spirit with its mystic spell,
This little page without one written word
Speaks more than words can tell:
Fair as the unchanging fields of Alpine snow,
That hide the buried and the unborn spring,
Its silence guards all secrets that we know
And all that time may bring: