IV
Though all the world has gone to sleep,
The heart wakes in the body,
And God himself knows that the heart
Ne’er sleeps for anybody.
The whole God’s world is silence-bound,
The heart still goes, well rated,
And God himself knows that the heart
Gets never fatigated.
Sleep is the conqueror of thought,
Night is day's alternation—
But in the breast the heart e’er wakes
And guards its love's sweet passion.