I. <br />Thou that from the heavens art, <br />Every pain and sorrow stillest, <br />And the doubly wretched heart <br />Doubly with refreshment fillest, <br />I am weary with contending! <br />Why this rapture and unrest? <br />Peace descending <br />Come ah, come into my breast! <br /> <br />II. <br />O'er all the hill-tops <br />Is quiet now, <br />In all the tree-tops <br />Hearest thou <br />Hardly a breath; <br />The birds are asleep in the trees: <br />Wait; soon like these <br />Thou too shalt rest.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderer-s-night-songs-from-goethe/
