Sinke, liebe Sonne, sinke!
Ende deinen trüben Lauf,
Und an deine Stelle winke
Bald den Mond herauf.
Herrlich und schöner dringe
Aber Morgen dann herfür,
Liebe Sonn! und mit dir bringe
Meinen Lieben mir.

Gabriele von Baumberg
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