Night
von Aaron Schaffer
Erschienen in: Hell ist die Nacht – Eine Dokumentation (12/2025)
My heart is placid as the lake
Which softly flows ’neath starlit skies.
And, as I walk, faint melodies of night,
Of things but half awake,
Stand soothing to its very deeps;
It thrills and starts while mankind sleeps.
The gentle murmur of the lake
Is silvered by a fountain’s play.
A nightbird sings its tuneful lay
Full of the night’s vast joy and ache.
A low wind sighs thru ghostly trees
Which shiver in the dancing breeze.
Aaron Copland (1900–1990)
aus: Art Songs and Arias (1918)
