Night
Alban Maria Johannes Berg
The clouds embrown the night and valley;
the mists float above, the water rushing gently.
Now all at once they unveil themselves:
o listen! pay heed!
A broad land of wonder has opened up.
Silver mountains rise up, fantastically huge,
quiet paths lit with silver lead toward the valley
from some hidden place;
and the noble world is so dreamily pure.
A mute beech stands by the path,
black with shadows; a breeze from a distant, lonely grove
wafts gently by.
And from the deep darkness of the valley
flash lights in the silent night.
Drink, my soul! Drink in this solitude!
O listen! pay heed!