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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

At Last the Daylight Fadeth

By Emanuel Geibel (1815–1884)

Translation of Frances Hellman

AT last the daylight fadeth,

With all its noise and glare;

Refreshing peace pervadeth

The darkness everywhere.

On the fields deep silence hovers;

The woods now wake alone;

What daylight ne’er discovers,

Their songs to the night make known.

And what when the sun is shining

I ne’er can tell to thee,

To whisper it now I am pining,—

Oh, come and hearken to me!