When the evening breathes golden rest br br Forest and dark meadow before which br br Man is a looker, br br A shepherd, dwelling in the flocks' dusking stillness, br br The patience of the red beeches; br br So clearly since it has become autumn. By the hill br br The lonely one listens to the flight of birds, br br To dark meaning and the shadows of the dead br br Have gathered more seriously around him; br br Cool mignonette scent fulfills him with shudders, br br The huts of the villagers the elder, br br Where in former times the child dwelled. br br Memory, buried hope br br Is preserved by these brown rafters, br br Over which dahlias hang br br So that the hands strive after them, br br In the brown garden the shimmering step br br Forbidden loving, dark year, br br That from blue eyelids the tears br br Of the stranger fell irresistibly. br br From brown treetops dew drips, br br When that one, a blue deer, awakes on the hill, br br Listening to the loud calls of the fishermen br br By the evening pond br br To the amorphous cry of the bats; br br But in golden stillness br br The drunken heart dwells br br Full of its noble death.