From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks

    SICKLES sound;
    On the ground
  Fast the ripe ears fall;
Every maiden’s bonnet
Has blue blossoms on it:
  Joy is over all.

    Sickles ring,
    Maidens sing
  To the sickle...

From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks

  SUMMER joys are o’er;
  Flowerets bloom no more,
Wintry winds are sweeping;
Through the snow-drifts peeping,
  Cheerful evergreen
  Rarely now is seen.

  Now no plumèd throng
  Charms...