“FEUERZAUBER”

I never knew the earth had so much gold —

The fields run over with it, and this hill

Hoary and old,

Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.

Such golden fires, such yellows — lo, how good

This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God —

This fringe of wood,

Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod.

You too, beloved, are changed. Again I see

Your face grow mystical, as on that night

You turned to me,

And all the trembling world — and you — were white.

Aye, you are touched; your singing lips grow dumb;

The fields absorb you, color you entire...

And you become

A goddess standing in a world of fire!