“Forest night, wondrous cool, I greet you a thousandfold; after the noisy turmoil of the world, oh, how sweet is your rustling! Dreamily I buy my weary limbs in the soft moss, and it is as if I were freed from all my confused torments.
Sound distant flute song, which stirs a vast longing and leads my thoughts to the lovely distance, oh so begrudged! Let the forest night lull me and silence my pain, and I breathe a blissful contentedness with its fragrance.
In your secretive, close confines you will recover, restless heart. And peace floats downward on gently beating wings. Sing me to gentle slumber, tender bird songs! Begone, delirious torments; good night, then, restless heart!” PH
