Friday, July 8

Moon Night

It was as if the sky
Had quietly kissed the earth,
So that she in her shimmer of blossoms
Would dream of nothing but him.

Breezes blew over the field,
Gently the corn ears swayed,
Soft rustles ran through the forest,
So starry and clear was the night.

And my soul spread
Its wings out wide
And flew through the peaceful country,
As though it were flying home.

-- Joseph von Eichendorff
Translated by John White