The Night Bloom


Joseph von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857)


Night is like a silent sea

Pleasure and sorrow and lamentations of love

Come here so confused

In the gentle lapping of the waves


Wishes are like the clouds

Ships through the silent spaces

Who recognizes in the balmy wind

Whether thoughts or dreams


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