Out of the night
M. Lang
The night sinks down on the sea,
Where the restless waters are still;
And a startled bird calls from its tree;
And the shivering stars are chill.
Draw near, O life of the dark!
Awake, O voice of the sea!
For the winds are wafting my heart
To the love who mourns, who mourns for me;
who mourns for me.
The night sinks down.