The poem
Es war, als hätt' der Himmel Die Erde still geküsst Dass sie im Blütenschimmer Von ihm nun träumen müsst
Die Luft ging durch die Felder Die Ähren wogten sacht Es rauschten leis die Wälder So sternklar war die Nacht
Und meine Seele spannte Weit ihre Flügel aus Flog durch die stillen Lande Als flöge sie nach Haus
It was as though the sky had silently kissed the earth, so that it now had to dream of sky in shimmers of flowers.
The air went through the fields, the corn-ears leaned heavy down the woods swished softly— so clear with stars was the night
And my soul stretched its wings out wide, flew through the silent lands as though it were flying home.
Eichendorffs Mondnacht
I know it is very difficult to translate poetry, and particularly so when a poem is written in rhyme. But I do feel disappointed when a lyric so sensitive and fine as this one (and Eichendorff was a great, though unobtrusive lyrist) is translated without the rhyme.