Hermann Hesse

At night, when the sea cradles meAnd the pale star gleam

My Pillow gazes upon me at nightEmpty as a gravestone;

In this evil year, autumn comes early...I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters,

I walk so often, late, along the streets,Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,

Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret

You brothers, who are mine,Poor people, near and far,