Klimt:
Who art thou Asked the guardian of the night From crystal purity I come Was my reply And great my thirst, Persephone Yet heeding thy decree I take to flight and turn, and turn again Forever right I spurn the pallid cypress tree Seek no refreshment at its sylvan spring but hasten on toward the rustling river of Mnemosyne Wherein I drink to sweet satiety And there, dipping my palms between The knots and loopings of its mazy stream I see again, as in a drowning swimmers dream All the strange sights I ever saw And even stranger sights no man has ever seen
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