The Wanderer's Night-Song

THOU who comest from on high,

Who all woes and sorrows stillest,
Who, for twofold misery,

Hearts with twofold balsam fillest,
Would this constant strife would cease!

What are pain and rapture now?
Blissful Peace,

To my bosom hasten thou!

poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!