Poem: Maiden Melancholy

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His smile was luminously kind/Like glint of ivory enshrined,/Like a home longing undivined,

Poem: Song of The Statue

poem by Rilke

Who so loveth me that he Will give his precious life for me? I shall be set free from the stone If some one drowns for me in the sea, I shall have life, life of my own,— For life I ache. I long for the singing blood, The stone is so still and cold. […]