All the creeping things are sleeping,
Cherished in the black earth’s keeping;
Mountain-ranging beast and bee;
Fish in depths of the purple sea;
Wide-winged birds their pinions droop—
Sleep now all the feathered troop.”
Goethe, in his well-known paraphrase,—
“Ueber allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh,”—
cannot refrain from adding the subjective conclusion of the whole matter:—