Thou knowith evil clings
To tender peace—;
Nor does it heed one’s drowsy
Un-enthralled grief
But softly it darkens
Twilight’s dunes—;
With sprinkling shadows
Straight from the moon.
O Night! Who giveth birth
To Evils plight?
As mighty murmurs
Reached my breast
:
“His name has no beginning
And no end
!”
But why
! O why?
Everlasting King,
Have you created
!
Such a thing?
As mighty murmurs
Reached my breast
:
“To see, whom you love
The very best!...”