Christ's Manhood - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

I know not where thou art.
Where hast thou gone, dear child,
Thou who from earth's young heart
Hast looked to Heaven and smiled?
Ah, in the scorched field
I search for thee in vain,
But in the woods concealed
I find thee once again.

So tall, so exquisite,
Thou wanderest alone,
In the glades dimly lit,
Far from the fiery zone
Where the pompous Pharisee
Dazzles the sun-cracked mould
With purple pageantry
And flashing sheen of gold.

Thou wanderest, O Young
And Beautiful, away
From splendour, deep among
The cool retreats of day.
I heard as in a dream
Through the green-shadowed hall
Voices of bird and stream,
And thy voice through them all.

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Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger  (1779 - 1850) Denmark