Parerga/Chorus of Elves Round Faust

CHORUS OF THE ELVES ROUND FAUST.

FROM GÖTHE.

Wenn sich lau die Lüfte füllen.
Faust, Part II.

When the evening breeze is playing
Round the incense-breathing plain,
And the twilight-gleam decaying
Seeks its veil of clouds again;
Soothe his heart with whisperings tender
Lull'd to infantine repose.
While the gates of daylight's splendour
O'er the weary eyelids close.

Night is now her hosts assembling.
Star arrays itself with star;
Little sparkles near are trembling,
Mighty splendours beam afar.
Here they o'er the lake are stealing,
There they glow mid deepest sky,
While, the spell of stillness sealing,
Reigns the Moon's full orb on high.