Ringed all around is stony silence.
The pallid flowers of death shiver
On the graves, which grieve in the dark—
Although their grief contains no grief.
The heavens smile quietly down
Upon this dream-enclosed garden
Which silent pilgrims tend.
A cross guards every grave.
The church rises like a prayer
Before a sign of grace eternal.
Some light shines under the arches
Which silently prays for sorry souls—
While trees blossom in the night
That death might hide his face
In the full shimmer of the beautiful,
To make the dead dream deeper still.
Translated from the German by William Virgil Davis