Translated from the German of George Trakl
When the snow against the window falls,
Long the evening bell rings,
For many is the table prepared
And the house is well-stocked.
Many on their wanderings
Come to the gate on dark paths.
Golden blooms the tree of Grace
Out of the earth's cool sap.
The wanderer quietly steps inside;
The threshold was swollen with pain.
There, glazed in pure radiance
on the table, Bread and Wine.
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