And once all the miseries of the day

And once all the miseries of the day

have been wept away in dewy tears,

then Night opens the hall of Heaven

in the eternal gloom's quiet misery.

And one by one

and two by two

spirit-choirs of distant worlds

rise up from the dark floor of the sky,

and over earthly joys and sorrows,

holding star-candles high in their hands,

they slowly stride across the sky.

Deep in sorrow do they go,

true to their orders;

and with astonishment,

threatened by the cold winds of the world,

the flickering flames of the star-candles sigh.