A Poem by  J.W.Goethe. Who rides so late through the windy night? The father holding his young son so tight. The boy is cradled safe in his arm, He holds him sure and he holds him warm. Why is your face so frightened my son? The King of elves, father, see him yon? The Elfin King with his tail and crown? It is the fog, my son, streaming down. Yes, you my dear child, come go with me! The games […]

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