[Written at night on the Kickelhahn,
a hill in the forest of Ilmenau, on the walls of a little hermitage
where Goethe composed the last act of his Iphigenia.]
HUSH'D on the hill
Is the breeze;
Scarce by the zephyr
Softly are press'd;
The woodbird's asleep on the bough.
Wait, then, and thou
Soon wilt find rest.