The Poetry Corner

Trifles.

By Friedrich Schiller

THE EPIC HEXAMETER. Giddily onward it bears thee with resistless impetuous billows; Naught but the ocean and air seest thou before or behind. THE DISTICH. In the hexameter rises the fountain's watery column, In the pentameter sweet falling in melody down. THE EIGHT-LINE STANZA. Stanza, by love thou'rt created, by love, all-tender and yearning; Thrice dost thou bashfully fly; thrice dost with longing return. THE OBELISK. On a pedestal lofty the sculptor in triumph has raised me. "Stand thou," spake he, and I stand proudly and joyfully here. THE TRIUMPHAL ARCH. "Fear not," the builder exclaimed, "the rainbow that stands in the heavens; I will extend thee, like it, into infinity far!" THE BEAUTIFUL BRIDGE. Under me, over me, hasten the waters, the chariots; my builder Kindly has suffered e'en me, over myself, too, to go! THE GATE. Let the gate open stand, to allure the savage to precepts; Let it the citizen lead into free nature with joy. ST. PETER'S. If thou seekest to find immensity here, thou'rt mistaken; For my greatness is meant greater to make thee thyself!