Classic Poem

Sterne mit den goldnen Füsschen

Stars with golden feet are walking
Through the skies with footsteps light,
Lest they wake the earth below them,
Sleeping in the lap of night.

All the silent forests listen;
Every leaf's a small, green ear;
And the dreaming mountain stretches
Shadowy arms that reach me here.

Hush, who called there? . . . My heart trembles
As the dying echoes fail.
Was it my beloved, or was it
Just a lonely nightingale?