Hermann Hesse: In the Fog

It's strange to wander in the fog!
A lonely bush, a lonely stone,
No tree can see the other one,
And one is all alone.


The world was full of friends back then,
As life was light to me;
But now the fog has come,
And no one can I see.


Truly, no one is wise,
Who does not know the dark
Which inevitably and silently
Does from others him part.


It's strange to wander in the fog!
Life is loneliness
No Man knows the other one,
And one is all alone.

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