In the dark many bird voices call, <br /> <br />The trees and the springs murmur noisily, <br /> <br />In the clouds a rose-colored glow sounds <br /> <br />Like early love's distress. The night blues away - <br /> <br />With shy hands the twilight softly polishes <br /> <br />The love lair, feverishly stirred up, <br /> <br />And lets the drunkenness of languished kisses end <br /> <br />In dreams, smiling and felt half-awake.<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-sunrise-2/
