von Eichendorff: Moonlit
a versionAs if heaven gave eartha silent shimmering kissit can only dream of—through fields air gently movedthe moving grain and woods rustled alive unanxious in starclear night. And something like a soul(my soul?) spread tense wingsand flew through silent lands it flewas if flying home and homewere someplace stillit had never beenit had never been …