Evening 

The bleak fields are asleep,
My heart alone wakes;
The evening in the harbour
Down his red sails takes.

Night, guardian of dreams,
Now wanders through the land;
The moon, a lily white,
Blossoms within her hand.
Credit

This poem is in the public domain. From Poems (Tobias A. Wright, 1918), translated by Jessie Lamont. 

About this Poem

From Poems (Tobias A. Wright, 1918) by Rainer Marie Rilke, translated by Jessie Lamont.