Poetry Tuesday: Wanderer’s Night Song

In honor of finally finishing the Lost Girl binge today–though I may watch the whole thing again next year when season 5 ends–here’s a Goethe piece with an appropriate name, considering the show’s (kinda) big baddie.

To every hill crest
Comes rest.
In every tree crest
The forest
Scarcely draws breath.
Each bird-nest is hushed on the heath.
Wait a bit; you
Soon will rest too.



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