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One Evening(BY THE NECKAR AT HEIDELBERG) |
Silent is the moonlight pale,
The boughs of all the trees are still, |
The music-maker of the vale
Hushed, and the green robes of the hill; |
Fallen into a swoon creation
Sleeps in the bosom of the night, |
And from this hush such magic grows,
No more now Neckar’s current flows; |
Silent the starry caravan moves
Onward, no bell tinkling its flight, |
Silent the hills and streams and groves,
All Nature lost in contemplation. |
Oh heart, you too be silent: keep
Your grief hugged close, and sleep. |
Translated by: V.G. Kiernan |
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