I walk in the stillness of the night,
And my soul uttereth her gladness,
O Night, still, odorous Night, I love thee!
O wide, spacious Night, I love thee?
O steadfast, glorious Night!
I touch thee with my hands;
I lean against thy strength;
I am comforted.
O fathomless, soothing Night!
Thou art a balm in my restless spirit,
I nestle gratefully in thy bosom,
Dark, gracious mother!
Like a dove I rest in thy bosom.
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