The village church at Dümde
Beyond the privet hedge
Amid green trees` snowy blossom,
The half - timbert church.
Pitch - black her beams,
Brilliant white her panels,
Crystal clear the window
Wherein, mirrored, and smiling
In perfection of beauty,
Youthful nature
Perceives, awestruck,
The very depths
Of her own great Mystery.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)
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