Longing Stilled - Anne Clark

Bathed in the golden glow of evening

How solemn the woods look!

The soft blowing of the evening breeze

Breathes in soft bird voices

What are they whispering, the winds and the birds?

They are whispering the world to sleep

Oh wishes, which always stir

In my heart without rest or peace!

Longing which troubles my breast

When will you rest, when will you slumber?

Oh yearning wishes, when will you fall asleep

To the whispering of the wind and the birds?

When my spirit no longer hurries

On the wings of dream into golden distances

When my eyes linger no more with longing glance

At the eternal distant stars

Then will the winds and birds whisper

In harmony with my longing and life