…………..THE ANGLER
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….. Below lies the lake hushed and tranquil,
…..….. And I sit here with idle hands,
….. And gaze at the frolicking fishes
…..….. Which glide to and fro o’er the sands.
….. They come, and they go, and they tarry;
…..….. But if I now venture a cast,
….. Of a sudden the playground is empty,
…..….. As my basket remains to the last.
….. Mayhap if I stirred up the water,
…..….. My angling might lure the shy prey.
….. But then I must also give over
…..….. The sight of the fishes at play.
FRANZ GRILLPARZER (here) translator, William Guild Howard.