DROWSY BIRDS

Drowsy birds at even gliding,
Round about their nests alight,
In among the branches hiding . . .
Dear, good night!

Silence through the forest creeping,
Lullaby the river sighs;
In the garden flowers sleeping. . .
Shut your eyes!

Glides the swan among the rushes
To its rest where moonlight gleams,
And the angels' whisper hushes. . .
Peaceful dreams!

O'er the sky stars without number,
On the earth a silver light;
All is harmony and slumber . . .
Dear, good night!

And if...

And if the branches tap my pane
And the poplars whisper nightly,
It is to make me dream again
I hold you to me tightly.

And if the stars shine on the pond
And light its sombre shoal,
It is to quench my mind's despond
And flood with peace my soul.

And if the clouds their tresses part
And does the moon outblaze,
It is but to remind my heart
I long for you always.