The winds are all sleeping
Carl Theodor Seiffert
The winds are all sleeping
on the mirror of the water;
cool shadows of evening
cover the weary.
Luna draws a veil
across her face,
hovering in twilight dreams
over the water.
Everything, everything is silent
on the broad sea!
Only my heart will never
be at peace.
The tide of love
drives it here and there,
where storms do not rest
until the little boat sinks.