I go into the evening, <br />The wind jogs along and sings: <br />You are bewitched by every light, <br />O feel, what struggles with you! <br /> <br />A dead woman's voice that I loved <br />Speaks: poor is the fools' heart! <br />Forget, forget what clouds the soul! <br />The becoming shall be your pain!<br /><br />Georg Trakl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-walk-3/
