By Night

Erich Wolfgang Korngold

Draw softly, oh peaceable evening wind,

Over the glowing brow.

You fragrant songs of night,

Gently extol the stars

Let refreshing dreams come for me.

Sing me answers to all my questions.

Let existence conceive me, and see

How your billows carry me.

Listen to me, you stars, and arrest your travels.

First, still my sighs and pains.

Draining wishes tremble up to you.

Is there nothing, then, but parting?