The Night Bloom

Joseph von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)

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Night is like a silent sea

Pleasure and sorrow and lamentations of love

Come here so confused

In the gentle lapping of the waves

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Wishes are like the clouds

Ships through the silent spaces

Who recognizes in the balmy wind

Whether thoughts or dreams

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I now close my heart and mouth

Who so gladly lament the stars

Yet quietly in the bottom of my heart

The gentle lapping of the waves remains

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