Ich sang an meiner Nebelschur

Nun Nahrung aus der Welt

Und herrlich rings ist die Natur.

Die mich an Busen halt

Die Welle wieget unsern Kahn…

Now through my navel-string I suck nourishment

From the World. And splendid all around is Nature,

holding me in bosom. The wave lifts and rocks our boat in the rhythm of the oars, and mountains, cloud-girt, counter our course…

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