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"And there is one who stands and marvels at this splendor. And he is so made that he waits whether to come awake. Because in sleep alone one sees such state and such festivals of such women: their slightest gesture, a fold falling in brocade. They build hours out of silvery discourses, and sometimes lift their hands up: so - , and you must think that somewhere you cannot reach, they break soft roses that you do not see. And then you dream: to be adorned with these and otherwise blessed, and earning a crown for your brow, empty."
Rainer Maria Rilke from The Lay of the Love and Death of Cornet Christopher Rilke
translated by M.D. Hester Norton and Michael Gause