Night
With dusk and the song of the blackbird
advances the night from the valleys.
Swallows resting, and the long day
also tired of the swallows.
to the window with a restrained sound
passes the arch light of my violin.
know, good night, the melody-
my old song, this song to you?
A fresh noise comes from the forest
my heart shuddering ride,
top with gentle force
I won both the dream and sleep that night.
Hermann Hesse
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