Nun der Tag mich müd gemacht,
Soll mein sehnliches Verlangen
Freundlich die gestirnte Nacht
Wie ein müdes Kind empfangen.
Hände, laßt von allem Tun,
Stirn vergiß du alles Denken,
Alle meine Sinne nun
Wollen sich in Schlummer senken.
Und die Seele unbewacht
Will in freien Flügen schweben,
Um im Zauberkreis der Nacht
Tief und tausendfach zu leben.
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Confirmed with Hermann Hesse, Sämtliche Werke, herausgegeben von Volker Michels, Band 10 Die Gedichte, bearbeitet von Peter Huber, Frankfurt am Main: Suhrkamp Verlag, 2002, page 216.
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Wurch fan 't lange oerdeisskoft
Sil myn ynlikste ferlangen
Leafdefol de stjerreloft
As in wurch bern ûntfange.
Hannen, gun jimsels no rêst,
Holle, wol no net mear tinke;
Al myn sinnen op it lêst
Wolle no yn sliep fersinke.
En de siele wol fol nocht
Sweevjend nei syn frijheid stribje,
Om yn 't nachtlik toverskoft
Djip en tûzenris te libjen.
