Within your cells awaken
You children of old years;
Your couches be forsaken,
For now the morning nears.
Your threads of life I'm weaving
Into one mighty whole.
The feuding years are leaving;
Your lives shall be one soul.
Each will in all be dwelling
And all in each one too;One heart in you be swelling,
One breath the whole imbue.
You children of old years;
Your couches be forsaken,
For now the morning nears.
Your threads of life I'm weaving
Into one mighty whole.
The feuding years are leaving;
Your lives shall be one soul.
Each will in all be dwelling
And all in each one too;One heart in you be swelling,
One breath the whole imbue.
For Herbert
...
Text from Fable's song in Novalis' Henry von Ofterdingen
