We have gone through sorrow and joy hand in hand;
Now we can rest from our wandering above the quiet land. Around us, the valleys bow; the air is growing darker.
Just two skylarks soar upwards dreamily into the fragrant air. Come close to me, and let them flutter.
Soon it will be time for sleep.
Let us not lose our way in this solitude.
O vast, tranquil peace, so deep at sunset!
How weary we are of wandering
— Is this perhaps death?
– Joseph Von Eichendorff
Crimson gathers toward a quiet horizon; warmth thickens, a last radiance before night. “Im Abendrot” rests in the shared silence after struggle—postpartum sorrows and joys set down, hand in hand. Not an ending so much as a deep exhale.
Biography - Joseph von Eichendorff
