Der GastDas Kind ist krank zum Sterben,Die Lampe giebt trägen Schein,Die Mutter spricht: mir ist esAls wären wir nicht allein.Der Vater sucht zu lächeln,Doch im Herzen pocht's ihm bang,Stiller wird's und stiller, - Die Nacht ist gar zu lang.Nun scheint der Tag ins Fenster,Die Vögel singen so klar;Die Beiden wußten lange,Wer der Gast gewesen war.

-Theodor Fontane

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