You like a flame are pure and slender
You like the morning light and dear
You blooming branch of the tree of splendor
You like a spring concealed and clear
You see me off through sunny meadows
You thrill me in the plumes of dusk
You light my path among the shadows
You cooling wind you warming musk
You are my wish and why I think
I breathe you in with all my air
I sip you in with all I drink
I kiss your fragrance everywhere
You blooming branch of the tree of splendor
You like a spring concealed and clear
You like a flame are pure and slender
You like the morning light and dear
—“You like a flame” by Stefan George, translated by A.Z. Foreman
