THE SAME
[Written at night on the Kickelhahn, a hill
In the forest of Ilmenau, on the walls of a little hermitage where
Goethe composed the last act of his Iphigenia.]
HUSH’D on the hill
Is the breeze;
Scarce by the zephyr
The trees
Softly are press’d;
The woodbird’s asleep on the bough.
Wait, then, and thou
Soon wilt find rest.
1783.
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