MOONLIT NIGHT
Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff
The sky had kissed the earth to sleep
So silently, 'twould seem,
That in her flowering glory she
Of him alone would dream.
Across the fields the playful breeze
The corn ears softly swayed,
A gentle whisper stirred the trees,
The night for stars was made.
My soul stretched out its yearning wings,
As far and wide to roam,
Flew through the quiet countryside,
As though 'twere flying home.
1837
-German title: Mondnacht.
(Illustration is Thomas Cole, Landscape (Moonlight), c.1833-34.)
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