‘The song of life’ by Otto Erich Hartleben (1864–1905) Great is life and rich! The eternal gods gave it to us. full of smiling benevolence, gave it to us, the mortals, to us who were created for joy. But poor is the heart of man! Quickly becoming despondent, it forgets…

‘Hab ich nur geschrieben’ von Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, (1749–1832) Teilen kann ich nicht das Leben, Nicht das Innen, noch das Außen, Allen muß das Ganze geben, Um mit euch und mir zu hausen. Immer hab ich nur geschrieben, Wie ichs fühle, wie ichs meine, Und so spalt ich mich…

‘A mighty matter I rehearse’ by Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson (1809–1892) A mighty matter I rehearse, A mighty matter undescried; Come listen all who can. I am the spirit of a man, I weave the universe, And indivisible divide, Creating all I hear and see. All souls are centers…

‘Space! Space! break paths, wild bosom!’ by Richard Fedor Leopold Dehmel (1863–1920) Space! Space! break paths, wild bosom! I feel it and marvel every evening, that not only one sun laughs; life itself is the joy of life! Plunge in, plunge in with blind hands, you have never yet known…

‘The Lake at Evening’ by William Wordsworth (1770–1850) Clouds, lingering yet, extend in solid bars Through the grey west; and lo! These waters, steeled By breezeless air to smoothest polish, yield A vivid repetition of the stars; Jove, Venus and the ruddy crest of Mars Amid his fellows beauteously revealed …

‘I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud’ by William Wordsworth (1770–1850) I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous…

Inscriptions: VIII: ‘Ye Powers Unseen’ by Mark Akenside (1721–1770) Ye powers unseen, to whom, the bards of Greece Erected altars; ye who to the mind More lofty views unfold, and prompt the heart With more divine emotions; if erewhile Not quite unpleasing have my votive rites Of you been deem’d…

‘The Way Of The Wind’ by Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909) The wind’s way in the deep sky’s hollow None may measure, as none can say How the heart in her shows the swallow The wind’s way. Hope nor fear can avail to stay Waves that whiten on wrecks that wallow, …

‘The Glory of Nature’ by Frederick Tennyson (1807–1898) If only once the chariot of the Morn Had scatter’d from its wheels the twilight dun, But once the unimaginable Sun Flash’d godlike thro’ perennial clouds forlorn, And shown us Beauty for a moment born; If only once blind eyes had seen…