Going to Sleep
Now that day wearies me,
My yearning desire,
will receive more kindly,
like a tired child, the starry night
Hands, leave off your deeds
mind, forget all thoughts;
All of my forces
yearn only to sink into sleep.
And my soul, unguarded,
would soar on widespread wings,
to live in night's magical sphere
More profoundly, more variously.
-- Hermann Hesse
Fading star, memories of those that were,
With the eye, firm, beholding the new light
The coldness within, will stay awhile, awhile
Softly, the wind blows, the day arrives.
Cold, cold heart, indulge me some more
Partake of this, the unstained warm delight
No sun waits for the the dew drop's shiver
No pain falters , a leaf is not that shall not wither