At Daybreak

"Tell me, won't the dawn be coming today? It begins to grow light so long,
    And already by the hundreds, listen! Larks singing in the field."

Their light-hungry eyes always drink in the first rays
    Of sunlight, and so does the new day wax ever so slowly.

Translation: Charles L. Cingolani                                                     Copyright © 2012

Bei Tagesanbruch

"Sage doch, wird es denn heute nicht Tag? es daemmert so lange,
    Und schon zu Hunderten, horch! singen die Lerchen im Feld."

Immer ja saugt ihr lichtbegieriges Auge die ersten
    Strahlen hinweg, und so waechset nur langsam der Tag.

Eduard Moerike    1837
. . . A poet's awakened sensitivity at daybreak . . .
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