Wanderer's Night Song (1776)

Thou that from the heavens 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!

 

 

 

 

Another Night Song (1780)

 

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.

 

 

Translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow