Volume 4 — EVENING PHANTASIE[36] (1799)
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EVENING PHANTASIE[36] (1799)
Before his but reposes in restful shade The ploughman; wreaths of smoke from his hearth ascend. And sweet to wand'rers comes the tone of Evening bells from the peaceful village.
[Illustration: #FRIEDRICH HÖLDERLIN# E. HADER]
The sailor too puts into the haven now, In distant cities cheerily dies away The busy tumult; in the arbor Gleams the festal repast of friendship.
But whither I? In labor, for slight reward We mortals live; in alternate rest and toil Contentment dwells; but why then sleeps not Hid in my bosom the thorn unsparing?
The ev'ning heaven blooms as with springtime's hue; Uncounted bloom the roses, the golden world Seems wrapt in peace; oh, bear me thither, Purple-wrought clouds! And may for me there
Both love and grief dissolve in the joyous light! But see, as if dispelled by the foolish prayer, The wonder fades! 'Tis dark, and lonely Under the heaven I stand as erstwhile.
Come then to me, soft Sleep. Overmuch requires The heart; and yet thou too at the last shalt fade, Oh youth, thou restless dream-pursuer! Peaceful and happy shall age then follow.