February 2011
3 posts
Goethe: The Elf King
Who ride so late though night wind?
It is father with his child.
He has the boy close in his arms,
he holds him safe, he keeps him warm.
My son, Why are you hiding your face in such fear?
Father, don’t you see the Elf King?
The Elf King, with crown and tail?
My son, that is a wisp of cloud.
You darling child, come, go with me!
Such nice games I’ll play with you,
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