SH'D on the hill Is the breeze;
Scarce by the zephyr The
Softly are press'd;
The woodbird's asleep on the bough.
Wait, then, and
Soon wilt find rest.
Written at night on the Kickelhahn, a hill in the forest
Ilmenau, on the walls of a little hermitage where Goethe composedthe last act of his Iphigenia.
