The Same

By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

HUSH'D on the hill

 Is the breeze;

Scarce by the zephyr

 The trees

Softly are press'd;

The woodbird's asleep on the bough.

Wait, then, and thou

Soon wilt find rest.

Written at night on the Kickelhahn, a hill in the forest ofIlmenau, on the walls of a little hermitage where Goethe composedthe last act of his Iphigenia.