Song of two in the night

She:

How sweetly the night wind now caresses the field,

and, tinkling, now rushes through the young grove!

While saucy day is still mute,

one can hear the whispering force of Earth's might,

which hums upward in tender songs

to join the pure voice of the wind.

He:

I still hear the most wonderful voices

drawn sensually forth by the mild wind,

while, streaked with dubious light,

the heavens themselves seem to be floating away.

She:

The air sometimes trembles like a web

to waver more transparently and brightly;

in between, one can hear the soft tones

of blessed fairies, who, in their blue hall,

to the ringing of the spheres,

and busily with their songs,

are twirling silver spindles here and there.

He:

O lovely night, you walk with gentle step

upon black velvet that only in the day turns green,

and breezy, whirring music serves

your feet now as light steps,

with which you measure the hours,

forgetting yourself in mellow thought.

You dream of rapture, and the soul of Creation dreams of rapture as well!