MOON-NIGHT
after the German
of Joseph Freiherr Von Eichendorff
It
was as if the sky
The
earth had quietly kissed,
That
she must dream of him,
Alone,
in flower-mist.
Through
fields there flew a breeze,
Corn
ears waved softly near,
Low-rustled
forest trees;
The
night was so star-clear.
And
then my soul outspread
Her
wings, wide and alone,
Through
silent lands she fled,
As
if she flew towards home.
