Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)
Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe)
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?
Come ah, come into my breast!
O'er all the hill-tops
Is quiet now,
In all the tree-tops
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait; soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.
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