Wanderer's Night-Songs
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From Goethe.
I.
Thou that from the heaven's art,
Every pain and sorrow stillest,
And the doubly wretched heart
Doubly with refreshment fillest
I am weary with contending!
Why this rapture and unrest?
Peace descending
Come, ah, come into my breast!
II.
O'er all the hill-tops
Is quiet now,
In all the tree-tops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees
Wait; soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.
Source:
Longfellow's Poetical WorksCopyright 1893
Henry Frowde, London