The Same

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.

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