Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - THE SAME.

[Written at night on the Kickelhahn, a hill
in the forest of Ilmenau, on the walls of a little hermitage where
Goethe composed the last act of his Iphigenia.]

HUSH’D on the hill

Is the breeze;

Scarce by the zephyr

The trees

Softly are press’d;
The woodbird’s asleep on the bough.
Wait, then, and thou

Soon wilt find rest.


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