Georg Trakl's "Soul of Life" (1913)

Decay, which gently darkens the foliage,Its wide silence dwells in the forest. Soon a village seems to incline ghostly. The sister's mouth whispers in black branches.

The lonely one will soon slip away, Perhaps a shepherd on a dark paths. An animal steps quietly from the arcade of trees, While the eyelids widen before divinity.

The blue river runs beautifully past. Clouds appear in the evening; The soul also in angelic silence. Transient shapes go under.