In Twilight

We've gone through joy and crisis

Together, hand in hand,

And now we rest from wandering

Above the silent land.

The valleys slope around us,

The air is growing dark,

And dreamily, into the haze,

There still ascends two larks.

Come here, and let them flutter,

The time for sleep is soon.

We would not want to lose our way

In this great solitude.

O vast and silent peace!

So deep in twilight ruddiness,

We are so wander-weary -

Could this perchance be death?