In meine innige Nacht
I am declining into my deepest night


I am declining into my deepest night.
Will you, hovering dream, be at my brow?
Will you be resting on my bed, holy and quiet?
And when I weep, will you weep now?

If you thaw my lips with your gentle smile,
Soothed, Iíll lie among the stars a while.
If death should touch me at the midnight hour,
Think, that dying, Iíll awaken to lifeís power.

Think, with Godí creatures I shall bide,
Think, though far away, youíre at my side.