Darkness is spreading its wings,
The trees murmur ominously,
Clouds gather like oppressive dreams—
What does this dread mean?
If you have a favorite roe-deer,
Don’t let it graze alone,
Hunters ride in the forest and blow,
Sounding their horns and passing on.
The trees murmur ominously,
Clouds gather like oppressive dreams—
What does this dread mean?
If you have a favorite roe-deer,
Don’t let it graze alone,
Hunters ride in the forest and blow,
Sounding their horns and passing on.
If you have a friend on earth,
Don’t trust him at this hour,
Friendly perhaps in glance and voice,
He’s planning war in deceptive peace.
What perishes today in weariness,
will arise tomorrow newly born.
Things go astray in the night—
Be careful, stay alert and watchful!
- Eichendorff
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