Littell's Living Age/Volume 143/Issue 1852/Summer Eve

by Heinrich Heine

Summer Eve

Dimly falls the summer even,
Over forests and green meadows,
Golden moon, through misty shadows,
Beams down from the azure heaven.

By the brookside, with a shrillness,
Chirps the cricket, and a flashing
Of the waters, and a plashing,
Greets the wanderer through the stillness.

Yonder where the waters shimmer,
Bathes alone the elf-queen nightly
Arm and shoulder, shining whitely,
In the moonlight softly glimmer.