From the German of Goethe.

Twilight downward softly floateth ;1
All, once near, seems dim and far ;2
High aloft now faintly gleameth,3
Pale and clear, the evening star.4
All in doubtful shadow quavers ;5
Up and up the slow mists creep ;6
Down, the lake, ’mid deepest darkness,7
Mirroring darkness, lies asleep.8
On the eastern sky appearing,9
Lo ! the moon, bright, pure, and clear ;10
Slender willows’ waving branches11
Sport upon the waters near.12
Through the playful, flitting shadows,13
Quivers Luna’s magic shine ;14
Through the eye this freshness stealing,15
Steals into this heart of mine.16