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The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Wanderer's Night-Song


WANDERER'S NIGHT-SONG.

Thou that from the heavens art,
Every pain and sorrow stlllest,
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!

O'er all the hilltops
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.