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Mälsåker Castle

Honor to woman! To her it is given To garden the earth with the roses of heaven! All blessed, she linketh the loves in their Choir In the veil of the graces her beauty concealing, She tends on each altar that's hallowed to feeling, And keeps ever-living the fire!

I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I. Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin me utterly.

I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I. Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin me utterly.

I am the fire upon the hearth, I am the light of the good sun, I am the heat that warms the earth, Which else were colder than a stone.

I am the fire upon the hearth, I am the light of the good sun, I am the heat that warms the earth, Which else were colder than a stone.

I am the house from floor to roof, I deck the walls, the board I spread; I spin the curtains, warp and woof, And shake the down to be their bed.

I am the house from floor to roof, I deck the walls, the board I spread; I spin the curtains, warp and woof, And shake the down to be their bed.

That is my window. Just now I have so softly wakened. I thought that I would float. How far does my life reach, and where does the night begin

That is my window. Just now I have so softly wakened. I thought that I would float. How far does my life reach, and where does the night begin

I could think that everything was still me all around; transparent like a crystal's depths, darkened, mute.

I could think that everything was still me all around; transparent like a crystal's depths, darkened, mute.

I could keep even the stars within me; so immense my heart seems to me; so willingly it let him go again.

I could keep even the stars within me; so immense my heart seems to me; so willingly it let him go again.

whom I began perhaps to love, perhaps to hold. Like something strange, undreamt-of, my fate now gazes at me.

whom I began perhaps to love, perhaps to hold. Like something strange, undreamt-of, my fate now gazes at me.

For what, then, am I stretched out beneath this endlessness, exuding fragrance like a meadow, swayed this way and that,

For what, then, am I stretched out beneath this endlessness, exuding fragrance like a meadow, swayed this way and that,

calling out and frightened that someone will hear the call, and destined to disappear inside some other life.

calling out and frightened that someone will hear the call, and destined to disappear inside some other life.

Woman In Love by Rainer Maria Rilke

Woman In Love by Rainer Maria Rilke

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