Faust I 1178-1185

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Now I have left the fields and hills
Where now the night’s dark veil is spread;
Night wakes our better part, and fills
Our prescient soul with holy dread.
The active turmoil leaves my mind,
All wilder passions sleep and cease;
Now I am moved to love mankind,
To love God too, and am at peace.

translated by: David Luke