Slowly the sun is setting in the distance,
In the sky already the first stars are twinkling.
The river is shimmering like a silver band.
Peace invades the whole land.
Full and round the moon illumines the earth,
So that it will finally become night again.
But in the middle of the wood –
There is a clearing fair –
An elf is sitting under the trees –
Lost in musing –
I was sunk in better times.
Silent, timeless -
One with nature –
Moonlight in the autumnal wood.
Leaves glisten softly,
Music strikes up
Beautiful like starlight.
The whisper of the worlds,
The glances of magic,
And the eternity of elves,
In dreams of dark ages.
In the shimmering moonlit night,
When the wind sleeps in the crowns,
I rise from the ground,
Wandering among the trees.
I feel by myself that never will
A human touch penetrate these grounds!
And the wood stands listening
To its own silence soundless.
And I lift my arms,
Looking up to the stars,
Like a lovely thought
Of moonlit loneliness.