Holy night, holy night!Peace on high held in the stars' yoke!All—that ever the Light had broke,Is rejoined now,Both flesh and browBleed sweetly in the red-dusk!Bjelbog's Spear, Bjelbog's SpearSinks to the heart of the drunk earth,Which—with a sign of holy mirthA lone rose-bloomWithin the wombOf the darkest desire dips.Spotless bride, spotless bride!Your sweet contrition—cover up,When the full-filled wedding cupYet overflows.Thus also goesInto the fierce Night the Day!
-Clemens Brentano
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