Classic Poem

Dämmernd liegt der Sommerabend

Softly now the summer twilight
Lies upon the woods and meadows;
And a golden moon looks downward
With a comforting and shy light.

By the brook and in its islands
Crickets chirp; the water murmurs.
And the wanderer hears a plashing
And a breathing in the silence.

There, alone, unclad, unfrightened,
See, a water-nymph is bathing.
How those white limbs in the water
And the moon are doubly whitened!