The sky has unfolded into night, and the moon
seems to watch over the sleeping silence.
All is so pure and clear; all is so pure and so
pale in the air and on the lakes of the friendly
countryside, that there is anguish in the fall
from a reed of a drop of water, that tinkles and
then is silent in the water.
But I have your hands between mine and your
steadfast eyes that hold me so gently with their
earnestness; and I feel that you are so much at
peace with everything that nothing, not even a
fleeting suspicion of fear, will overcast, be it
but for a moment, the holy trust that sleeps in
us as an infant rests.
V
Each hour I brood upon your goodness, so simple
in its depth, I lose myself in prayers to you.
I came so late towards the gentleness of your
eyes, and from so far towards your two hands
stretched out quietly over the wide spaces.
I had in me so much stubborn rust that gnawed my
confidence with its ravenous teeth.
I was so heavy, was so tired, I was so old with
misgiving.
I was so heavy, I was so tired of the vain road
of all my footsteps.
I deserved so little the wondrous joy of seeing
your feet illuminate my path that I am still
trembling and almost in tears, and humble, for
ever and ever, before my happiness.