European Elegies/Autumn (2)/Wanderer's evensong
93.WANDERER'S EVENSONG
Over all peaks slow peace
Descends;
In every branch the breeze
Now ends
Its sighing sweep.
The birds in the wildwood are sleeping.
Cease, heart, thy weeping!—
Thou, too shalt sleep.
Descends;
In every branch the breeze
Now ends
Its sighing sweep.
The birds in the wildwood are sleeping.
Cease, heart, thy weeping!—
Thou, too shalt sleep.
From the German of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.