After the thunderstorm
Karl Weigl
The blue night shines over the sea,
and the white mountain snow gleams in the moonlight.
Through distant clouds a wan light burns,
as before a thunderstorm, but it does not ignite.
The hand in my hand drives away all pain...
oh, this deep, deep ecstasy!
Only now has golden comprehension dawned:
I am permitted to see happiness in these two eyes.