Wednesday, January 21, 2026

THE BROTHERS by Goethe

 THE BROTHERS.


Slumber, Sleep — they were two brothers, servants

            To the Gods above ; 

Kind Prometheus lured them downwards, ever fill'd

            with earthly love ;

But what Gods could bear so lightly, press' d too

           hard on men beneath;

Slumber did his brother's duty — Sleep was deepen' d

          Unto Death.

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