The Poetry Corner

Night Song,

By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

When on thy pillow lying, Half listen, I implore, And at my lute's soft sighing, Sleep on! what wouldst thou more? For at my lute's soft sighing The stars their blessings pour On feelings never-dying; Sleep on! what wouldst thou more? Those feelings never-dying My spirit aid to soar From earthly conflicts trying; Sleep on! what wouldst thou more? From earthly conflicts trying Thou driv'st me to this shore; Through thee I'm thither flying, Sleep on! what wouldst thou more? Through thee I'm hither flying, Thou wilt not list before In slumbers thou art lying: Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?