The Works of J. W. von Goethe/Volume 9/Night Song

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NIGHT SONG.

When on thy pillow lying,
Half listen, I implore.
And at my lute's soft sighing,
Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

For at my lute's soft sighing
The stars their blessings pour
On feelings never-dying;
Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

Those feelings never-dying
My spirit aid to soar
From earthly conflicts trying;
Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

From earthly conflicts trying
Thou driv'st me to this shore;
Through thee I'm hither flying,—
Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?

Through thee I'm hither flying,
Thou wilt not list before
In slumbers thou art lying:
Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?