The market and streets stand still and ghostly,
Each house in all the silence glows,
Along the lanes my thoughts come with me,
As the festive spirit ever grows.
In every window a housewife places
A toy with colours of faith a‑gleam
A thousand children’s enchanted faces
Silently wonder their happy dream.
Now away I wander beyond the wall
Out to where the fields are free,
To towering beauty, to holy awe,
To the grand and silent world I see!
The stars weave round and all the spheres
And in that solitude of snow
Are songs such as an angel hears –
And oh, the time of grace I know.
Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857) Poland (orginally German Prussia)
Translated by Barry Tobin
Source: FluentU
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