I have come to the borders of sleep,The unfathomable deepForest where all must loseTheir way, however straight,Or winding, soon or late;They cannot choose.
Many a road and trackThat, since the dawn's first crack,Up to the forest brink,Deceived the travelers,Suddenly now blurs,And in they sink.
Here love ends,Despair, ambition ends;All pleasure and all trouble,Although most sweet or bitter,Here ends in sleep that is sweeterThan tasks most noble.
There is not any bookOr face of dearest lookThat I would not turn from nowTo go into the unknownI must enter, and leave, alone,I know not how.
The tall forest towers;Its cloudy foliage lowersAhead, shelf above self;Its silence I hear and obetThat I may lose my wayAnd myself.