In a place of peace
I buried Hope with my own hands
I looked for heather in bloom
but could not find any flowers I like.
So I made a cross from twigs and ivy,
and my soul stood there,
naked in the wind, under onyx stars,
till the break of Dawn.
My sweetest Dream has gone,
I will not live on!
The truth has been left untold
and the sunlight looks so cold!
illustration: The Cemetery Entrance
(Caspar David Friedrich, 1825)